Junxi contacted Feng Yuan, and Feng Yuan waved at him all the way after receiving the call.

Feng Yuan is a warm-hearted person at first glance, in his thirties with a pair of glasses, polite and easy-going.

"Welcome, Fan Da composer, I didn't know that the songs you wrote were very popular that day. ”

"It's mainly about singing," Junxi hurriedly excused himself: "This is my colleague Du Xiaojiang, come with me to have a look." ”

"Welcome, welcome, come and take a seat!"

He brought Junxi and Xiaojiang all the way to the table.

It's time to start soon!

The waiter served the food back and forth, Du Xiaojiang saw that the food was really good, and the appetizer was also Aolong Cold Fight.

"Brother Fan, fortunately I didn't leave today. ”

Junxi smiled: "Let's eat!"

The performances on stage began, mostly instrumental performances.

Junxi and Xiaojiang watched while eating, and sometimes exchanged a few words with the people at the same table.

Feng Yuan and a friend of his walked back after a round of wine.

"I forgot to introduce it to you," he said, standing behind Junxi, "This young man is the composer Fan Junxi I mentioned two days ago, everyone is welcome." ”

This table is basically the staff of the Music Association, and I heard Feng Yuan mention this matter two days ago.

"It turns out that the composer of "Natural" is you, so young!"

"Welcome, welcome, this is really welcome, both of your songs are in the MP3 in my car. ”

"Me too, and now I can't help but step on the gas pedal when I hear Natural. ”

"Hey," Junxi laughed, "That's really going to pay attention." ”

Everyone at the table was very excited, and kept communicating with Junxi, wanting to know how he cultivated the inspiration.

The conversation grew louder, and the table was closest to the stage, affecting the ongoing program on stage.

The host on the stage is familiar with them, so hurry up and remind them.

Feng Yuan beckoned: "I'm sorry, you continue." ”

Junxi and Xiaojiang looked up at the stage.

The popularity of this meeting on the stage feels like it has entered the climax of the party.

Feng Yuan, who was sitting on the side, told Junxi that everyone likes this link very much now, and many people will prepare for a few months in advance for this outstanding performance.

After listening to his introduction, Junxi understood that it was to fill in the lyrics on the spot according to the theme announced by the Music Association at the entrance of the hall.

He felt a little contradictory: "Since it's the theme on the spot, how can I prepare in advance." ”

Feng Yuan winked at him: "That said, in order to increase the participation in the party, as long as you ask, the music association will inform you in advance." ”

"Oh," Junxi understood, "Looks like they all like to play this." ”

"That is, the list of winners will be published on the official website of the Music Association, and some music websites will also be published!"

Hehe!

Another big dish came up - grilled lamb chops, which is Junxi's dish.

Some of the people on the stage used to speak, and some of the cattle simply wrote calligraphy with a brush.

have shown their own lyrics.

Junxi listened to it and felt a little poetic.

"It's the lyrics? It sounds kind of like a poem. ”

"It's poetry," one of the tablemates said to Junxi, "You didn't pay attention to the theme at the door, today's request is to use poetry."

Feng Yuan patted Junxi, who was gnawing on lamb chops: "Mr. Fan doesn't go up to try, the first prize this time will be 20,000 yuan." ”

Junxi paused: "And the bonus?" "Think about it or forget it, everyone is prepared in advance, he won't even know the theme, it's a fart!"

"Forget it, I can't make it up. ”

"It doesn't matter, it's about participation, if you can get on the homepage of the official website of the Music Association, it's also a rare publicity. “

Du Xiaojiang, who was also nibbling on lamb chops on the side, looked at Feng Yuan and smiled in his heart: Do you think our Brother Fan still needs publicity?

In fact, many singers have noticed the name Fan Junxi, but the songwriter did not leave contact information on the composition network.

Feng Yuan wanted to persuade him to go up and try it, but then the host on the stage spoke: "Why didn't Vice President Feng come to the stage today to try, is there a distinguished guest at your table?"

The host and Feng Yuan are in the same office, and the two of them were talking very casually.

Feng Yuan nodded: "Fan Junxi is the one I told you about two days ago." ”

The host on the stage hurriedly looked at Junxi: "This is the composer of "Natural", welcome!"

Junxi smiled and waved his hand at the stage.

Their questions and answers attracted the attention of those around them.

"Natural" is now popular, and everyone knows what level this song is, and the voices around it are getting louder.

The people on the stage were stunned, and those who could be called to the stage to show were the guests specially invited by the Music Association.

Someone at the table next to him spoke: "I want to ask this Mr. Fan, why is the song "Natural" in English from beginning to end?"

Junxi raised his eyes to look at him: "Which rule can't write songs in English?"

The man was stunned for a moment: "There is no such rule, but I think it's a pity for this song, this song you composed is good, and it has entered the global TOP50, if it is in Mandarin, everyone will know that it is our country's song at a glance, how good!"

Junxi didn't think about it so much at first, he just wanted to kill the enemy with a knife and thwart the arrogance of the well.

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time. ”

"Pay attention next time?" another voice came out: "Listening to Mr. Fan's tone, do you think you can still write such a song?"

Junxi didn't speak, he looked at the other side, it turned out to be Wu Zhizhong, no wonder the voice sounded familiar.

"Actually, even if you can write another song, I guess you won't be able to fill in any good words, just look at your other song. ”

Someone next to him interjected: "Is there another one?"

"It's "Let me show you". ”

"Oh, that lyrics are no, what to put yourself in the fridge for a day. ”

"Yes, and ten times more than a few times, not at all. ”

Junxi didn't say anything more, and the sea cucumber porridge had already come up.

But Du Xiaojiang on the side couldn't sit still, he stood up with a shout: ""Let me show you" is an advertising song, and the lyrics must of course highlight the product performance, otherwise write something. ”

"That can't be written so straightforwardly, our country's thousands of years of cultural heritage, there are more ways to express it, a poem can express a text, I advise this Mr. Fan, if there are any good tunes in the future, let our professional lyricists fill it." ”

This is Zhao Tongtong, the person in charge of this party.

His words were agreed by an old songwriter on stage: "Young man," he looked at Fan Junxi: "Although I haven't heard your songs, but seeing that everyone says so, you have to be humble, and don't fill in the lyrics yourself in the future." ”

Junxi's sea cucumber porridge has been drunk, and he wipes his mouth with a napkin: "My own lyrics have their own purpose, and I don't need others to do it for me." ”

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