"Are you ready?" Wan Ping'an asked.
Feng Xiaoyun: "Okay!"
Wan Pingan: "Actually, you shouldn't have mentioned this competition."
Feng Xiaoyun: "But I've already mentioned it!"
Wan Pingan: "I'll go first?"
Feng Xiaoyun: "Of course, respect the old and love the young, although the result won't make any difference."
Wan Pingan: "Boy, it's useless to just talk. In the end, we still have to speak with strength."
After saying that, Wan Ping'an no longer paid attention to Feng Xiaoyun. There was a piano in the banquet hall. Wan Ping'an calmed down and sat in front of the piano.
He was once a talented young man, but time was like a razor. He gradually grew older and bald, and now these young people looked down on him.
Today, he must prove himself here again.
Run your hands over the keys.
"You hum the song I wrote"
"I got on the bus alone"
"Are you a little reluctant?"
"If I had called you, would the outcome have been different?"
“Will the good times last longer?”
"I didn't see it. The car was called Oblivion!"
The soulful singing and playing, coupled with Wan Ping'an's hoarse voice which usually comes from smoking and drinking, unexpectedly exudes a kind of desolate sadness.
Feng Xiaoyun didn't expect that although Wan Ping'an looked greasy, he was actually quite talented and could write a good song in such a short time. Although this was only the chorus part, it would definitely be a masterpiece after it was perfected.
Most of the audience here make a living from this. No one can guarantee 100% whether a song will cater to the market and become a hit, but everyone can still tell whether a song is good or not just by listening to it.
"Old Wan, sure!"
"You're still sharp, Lao Wan!"
"Lao Wan, how about collaborating on this song with Wang Ying from our company? We are old friends." Some people even sent out invitations for collaboration on the spot.
Even Wen Feifei and Yun Zhen thought that this song was Wan Ping'an's masterpiece. They looked at Feng Xiaoyun with a little worry. He was already at a disadvantage with this subject matter, and now his opponent performed beyond his level.
Other spectators in the venue were also talking about it, thinking that Feng Xiaoyun might really be in trouble now.
"What do you think? Mr. Xu, Lao Wan's song is pretty good, right? Hey, you see, Lao Wan has always been in charge of the company's lyrics and music department, but he has never been given the position of boss, and it has always been unjustified for him." Xue Congfu said to Xu Linling beside him with his signature smile.
"Actually, Mr. Xu doesn't need to take the result of this competition too seriously. After all, both Lao Wan and Feng Xiaoyun are company employees, right?"
How could Xu Linling not hear the implicit pressure from Xue Congfu's words?
"Uncle Xue is right, but it's just like the last time Yan Zi and Guan Yue's albums, no one knows who will sell more until the end, right?"
For some reason, Xu Linling had an inexplicable confidence in Feng Xiaoyun.
Wan Ping'an was overwhelmed with emotion just now. After writing these lyrics, he felt very proud of himself. He looked at Feng Xiaoyun and asked, "How's it going? Boy, are you ready?"
Feng Xiaoyun nodded without saying anything more. If he didn't judge a person's character, he would have to admit that Wan Ping'an's song was indeed good.
Sitting in front of the piano, he stretched out his index finger and stroked the keys from left to right, and said into the microphone: "I just received an invitation from Sister Yunzhen to write a song. Although I don't know if Sister Yunzhen was joking, I still tried to write a song. I hope everyone likes it."
"Who is knocking on my window?"
At the first sentence, Yunzhen's eyes lit up, not because of anything else, but because the pitch of this line of lyrics was very low, and it was indeed as Feng Xiaoyun said, it was written for herself.
"Who is plucking the strings?"
"That forgotten time"
"Gradually rising from my heart"
Yun Zhen didn't say anything, but just pulled Wen Feifei's hand gradually with more force.
"Who is knocking on my window?"
"Who is plucking the strings?"
"The joyful scene in my memory"
"It slowly came to my mind"
"The slowly falling rain"
"Keep knocking on my window"
“Only I am speechless.”
“Thinking back to the past from time to time”
"Who is knocking on my window?"
"Who is plucking the strings?"
"The joyful scene in my memory"
"It slowly came to my mind"
A few minutes passed quickly, but no one in the audience said a word except Feng Xiaoyun's voice. Everyone was immersed in the song and reminiscing about the past.
"Pa pa pa..." Xue Congfu was the first to applaud. As the vice president of an entertainment company that started out with records, he knew who won and who lost halfway through the conversation. At this time, he could only stand up and express his equal treatment.
Xue Congfu's applause interrupted everyone's thoughts, and everyone followed suit and applauded.
Wan Ping'an's face was gloomy, he lost.
Not only did Feng Xiaoyun write such a highly complete song in such a short time, but the difficulty was much greater than just writing a chorus.
What's more, it was written specifically for Yunzhen because she invited me to write the song, which made it even more difficult.
Who among those present didn't know Yunzhen's reputation as the Queen of Bass? No one doubted that this song wasn't tailor-made for Yunzhen by Feng Xiaoyun.
Monster, this is a monster.
Aside from the people from Tianfeng Entertainment, who among those present wasn't well-informed? Who didn't know about the relationship between Xue Congfu and Xu Linling within Tianfeng?
Yan Zi is labeled as belonging to Xu Linling's faction, and Feng Xiaoyun is of course also from this faction. No one would think that Xue Congfu would form a united front with Feng Xiaoyun.
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