Xue Congfu nodded. This matter had already become public, and he couldn't let it go in front of everyone. He could only bite the bullet and take the microphone from Feng Xiaoyun and said, "It's not that serious. Lao Wan just wanted to have a songwriting discussion with our new songwriter Feng Xiaoyun on a whim."
"How do you plan to compete?" someone asked from below who was not afraid of trouble.
"Why don't we all come up with a topic and have Feng Xiaoyun and Lao Wan write a short paragraph each." Someone who was good friends with Wan Ping'an suggested.
It's almost impossible to write a good song based on a given topic on the spot, but Wan Ping'an has been in the songwriting industry for over 20 years. How many lyrics and music have he seen in all those years? Just use a few routines and write a good song.
"Okay." Without waiting for Feng Xiaoyun to speak, Xue Congfu agreed.
"Nowadays, it's the young people's world. Look at Miss Yan Zi. She has sold tens of millions of albums in just a few months since her debut. Many people are about to forget about us old guys." Xue Congfu said as if he was joking, but in fact he was secretly making Yan Zi hate him. After all, there were always people who were jealous of her good results right after her debut.
"In that case, why not write a title about forgotten times?" Xue Congfu decided on the title without thinking. After he finished speaking, he seemed to be asking Feng Xiaoyun for his opinion: "Feng Xiaoyun, is there anything wrong with this title? If there is, we can change it."
This is actually bullying Feng Xiaoyun's lack of life experience. Young people see more hope and dreams. How many of them can recall the forgotten time? After all, their lives have just entered the most brilliant years.
"No problem!" Feng Xiaoyun agreed immediately, as if he didn't know.
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