Chapter 242: The familiar music listening session again
"One high-quality song is enough. I don't believe Lin Shiyi can write two."
Fang Jie was talking to himself. He started listening to a beautiful melody with headphones on. After a while, he began to hear a song.
"Forgive me for writing this song for no one."
“It felt as if the night outside the window had turned upside down for a moment.”
"I can't even recognize someone who needs to search through my memory."
"And the places they care about and those who have passed by please wait a moment..."
Fang Jie's pupils suddenly widened and he stared at the screen, while the loud male voice continued to ring in his ears.
He felt an indescribable sense of frustration in his heart.
"Dreams water your efforts, and love pushes them forward from behind."
"When I looked up, I realized I might have forgotten someone."
"I was so tired that I couldn't sleep all night. The night is beautiful everywhere."
"There must be someone he avoided, dodged, and hid who he was."
The singing continued here. Fang Jie paused for a while. He didn't have the courage to listen any further and went to the rest area of the composition department to make a cup of coffee.
The staff member who met him on the way wanted to say hello to Manager Fang, but saw that Manager Fang had a stern face and his mouth was trembling a little, so he didn't say anything.
"What's wrong with the supervisor?" said a silver medal composer.
"Ah, maybe it's because he listened to the new songs that Diao Ling released last night? I stayed up late last night to listen to those 9 new songs, all written and composed by Lin Shiyi. They were so scary that my son thought I was watching a horror movie." A gold medalist shook his head and said, "When it comes to music, there's no way Lin Shiyi can be defeated."
Another top composer chimed in: "If I had a say, I would have suggested that the leaders give up their attack on Withering. Look at companies like Chuangying and Leiting. They are the ones who know the current situation."
"Brother Zhou Qi and Manager Lai have also gone to Withering. I feel that the position of the head of our Chuxing Composition Department is poisonous. Whoever takes it will suffer. Just wait and see."
"I guess Manager Lai can last two more songs."
"Not really. People's psychological endurance is not that weak. I guess four."
"I guess five..."
“…”
Manager Fang, who had just come in with a cup of coffee, heard his staff talking about something that was related to him. He immediately flew into a rage: "Guess what, you haven't done anything yet?"
After entering the office, he cursed slowly: "I still don't believe that listening to a song can break the defense."
He hit the play button.
Two minutes later, the song "Not Written for Anyone" finished playing, and Fang Jie fell into deep thought.
"Why? Lin Shiyi and I entered the first star at the same time. When he was a silver medalist, I was still a small composer, looking for a company. When he was a gold medalist, I was already the head of the composition department."
"I thought the gap between us was slowly narrowing, but it turned out to be widening..."
Fang Jie was still trying to find excuses for himself, so he played the song "This Age" which was ranked third.
This time it was Chen Boguang who sang the song, which gave Fang Jie hope: "Haha, I haven't even heard of this singer. He's probably a fourth or fifth-tier singer. He probably can't sing as well as Jiang Xue and Wang Chong."
After all, Jiang Xue and Wang Chong have been promoted to the first-line ranks.
Going further back, there are the king and queen of singing.
After some self-comfort, a melodious voice came into my ears.
"When I realized that I was old enough to start a family, where was my woman?"
“When I get used to turning the truth into fairy tales, what about my innocence? What about my innocence?”
"At this age, I no longer want to give in. Some things cannot be forced."
"What is coming will come, and what is going cannot be stopped"
Hearing this, Fang Jie picked up the freshly brewed coffee and took a sip. It was too hot and almost burned his lips.
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