Zhang Xiaohua flicked through his mobile phone for a long time. Finally, he was left with only two names in the contact list. One was Cao Feifei and the other was Yuan Datong.

The memory tells him that this Yuan Datong was a buddy from junior high school and is also one of his best friends to date. He was also an iron buddy who could have a happy life and a hard time.

He remembers that back in the third year of high school, due to Zhang Xiaohua's extraordinary family, a group of kidnappers were recruited and attempted to capture him. As a result, Yuan Datong's came running up during their attempt to grab him after school on the way home. Yuan Datong came to help him even at the risk of his death as such the kidnappers didn't succeed. However, Yuan Datong was kidnapped and almost didn't make it out alive. Even now, there is still a ten-cm-long scar left across by them on Yuan Datong's left chest.

Zhang Xiaohua also knows that Yuan Datong is a music mad, his passion for music is almost at the point of devilment, and he also has a certain insight for music production. And Yuan Datong also opened a studio mainly to create music. However, the status of the studio wasn't good enough and has always been tepid.

"Since this man is so loyal and good at music production, what is else is there to wait for? He shall be my brother in arms!"

Deciding firmly in his mind, Zhang Xiaohua directly dialed Yuan Datong's phone and after a short while he heard the other party's voice across the line saying slowly: "Xiao Hua, what's wrong?"

"Big head, no time for pleasantries, I want to talk to you." At this time Zhang Xiaohua was in a state of extreme excitement, so he also forgot about the time, it was already four in the morning, and because of his accent, he called Datong "big head".

"Big Brother, my name is Datong, Yuan Datong!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm looking to discuss something with you. Are you free?"

"..."

On the other side of the phone, Yuan Datong had already cried and said, "Big brother, do you know what time it is? Is there anything urgent? Is it because you have at called me at 4am to come fight with you?"

"I just wrote a song and would like you to give me some advice. Of course, we can also talk while drinking. Plus I have one more important thing to discuss with you." Zhang Xiaohua said earnestly.

Of course, what he said about writing a song wasn't a joke either. With his previous memories, he had all the pop songs from earth in his head, he could express lyrics and tunes anytime, anywhere, but he couldn't make songs completely. That was also his reason for finding Yuan Datong.

"You wrote a song?" Yuan Datong on the other side was depressed. He couldn't help but cry: "Brother, do you have to harass me in the middle of the night, just to make fun of me? Okay, I admit defeat, you win, please let me get some sleep."

"I really did write one, I'll come to the studio and find you. Let's meet there and talk." After that, Zhang Xiaohua hangs up the phone, went out of the house, opened the Passat that Dad bought him a year ago and went straight to Yuan Datong's studio.

...

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Xiaohua drove to the Xihu alley in the downtown area and parked in front of a small two-story building.

Looking up, we can see that the surface of this small building is full of holes, old and dilapidated, and in total disrepair, and it could collapse at any time. Above the door is a lighted signboard with the words "Datong Studios" on the top. However, the four-character lamp has been broken. Only one word was still working but barely it seemed to be struggling. It looked like it would blow a fuse any second.

"Is this the rhythm of 'death'?" Zhang Xiaohua blew his cheeks and laughed. From the front, he knew how bad Yuan Datong's situation was.

He reached out and knocked on the rusty shutter door and soon the door was opened by Dantong.

Zhang Xiaohua looked intently at the sight of a thick-skinned youth, wearing a casual shorts, a white vest and a pair of plastic slippers. He was almost as old as himself, with a natural pale face. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he appeared gentle and delicate, but was quite a handsome guy.

Obviously, this person is Yuan Datong.

"Brother, you really came?" Yuan Datong could not believe it.

Looking at the wounds of Yuan Datong's chest that were exposed, Zhang Xiaohua's memory was just like a tidal wave, and his heart could not help but be touched.

In order to save a friend, Yuan Datong could even risk his life that year. This was a real life and death brother!

After some sighs, Zhang Xiaohua was not polite, and strode forward into the building not waiting for an invite in.

In his impression, this Datong Yuan was like a sworn brother to him, there was no need to be so polite, otherwise he wouldn't find him as a partner.

After shuffling into the studio, Zhang Xiaohua looked around. Modern instruments such as guitars, basses, horns, oboe, drums, and electric pianos were everywhere.

According to Zhang Xiaohua's memory display, the second floor should be a fully equipped professional recording studio. Of course, Yuan Datong's entire net worth is also devoted here, both his work place and his home. He stays here almost 24 hours a day. It is precisely because of this that got the nickname of "Music Madness".

"You came all the way at such a time, what is the matter?" Said Yuan Datong as he went to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of beer, and readily threw a bottle to Zhang Xiaohua, he also began to sit on the parlor sofa to drink.

"Like I said on the phone? I wrote a song and I wanted you to give me some advice." That being said, Zhang Xiaohua's main purpose was to see if Yuan Datong has the ability to provide music for the songs. If the two of them cannot achieve the same effect as the original song in terms of synthesis, it will inevitably be unsatisfactory.

To say that if Zhang Xiaohua knows Yuan Datong very well, then Yuan Datong knows Zhang Xiaohua very well. After all, the two had played from childhood till now.

Originally on the phone listening to Zhang Xiaohua say he wrote a song, Yuan Datong was skeptical, he only now believed him.

When he listened to Zhang Xiaohua say it again, he couldn't help but laugh. The beer that he had just drank sprayed out his mouth. He can't help but say, "I say are you sleepwalking, or is this dream? You wrote a song. Why are you saying that? You can't even sing well. What kind of dog**** song could you write?

"We slowly become drunk as the night deepens

at this moment we are so close to each other

my thoughts appear to be shaken

contradictions grow deeper

my trembling lips

waits for your kiss that never came

I am but a heart-broken woman

Zhang Xiaohua, apart from anything else, directly sang a Cantonese version of "Broken Hearted Woman". It was actually the perfect interpretation of his singing voice. Although he didn’t have accompany music, it didn't hide the rich mood of the song.

After the song ended, Zhang Xiaohua was smug.

In the previous life, his reputation as a "Karaoke Love Song King" was not honoured for no reason. Changing voices, perfect singing voices, and tone control even better than some of those of the first-line singers. It was enough to impress people!