After being silent for a long time, Feng Wuling moved his body and said, "Ahem! In that case, I'll do it first, Brother Yongming, you come outside and listen." ”

When the recording engineer heard his words, his heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and he swallowed with some difficulty. No way!

What does this phrase mean?

You're not just a simple songwriter, you can sing?

Really?

Just when he was puzzled, Chen Tianwang opened the door without hesitation and came out, with a slight smile on his slightly square face, and said with a smile: "You are really not authentic! I know that you must be hiding something!"

Feng Wuling grinned, shrugged helplessly, passed by him, and walked into the recording studio.

Then, as soon as the door of the recording studio was closed, the recording engineer quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed Zheng Wenjun's phone, and as soon as he connected it, he shouted loudly, "Lao Zheng, come over quickly, all the gods are about to open their voices!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor outside. The four members of the Chuxin Band rushed in with lightning speed. Then, they all greeted Chen Yongming with a mouthful of words.

"Brother Yongming!"

"Brother Yongming!"

As soon as Zheng Wenjun finished saying hello, he quickly snatched the headset on the recording engineer's head and brought it to his ear very neatly.

When everyone saw his sassy operation, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. This guy is such a chicken thief!

Stinky and shameless!

"You grab a woolen headset!" Xie Ningyuan glanced at him with great disdain, and then patted the sound engineer on the shoulder, "Lao Hong, turn on the monitors." ”

"Okay!" the recording engineer Lao Hong smiled very proudly, gloatingly pouted at Zheng Wenjun, and casually turned on the switch of the monitor.

Zheng Wenjun glared at the two of them with resentment, took off the veins of his ears again, and stuffed them back into Lao Hong's ears.

Lao Hong was just about to open his mouth to laugh at him, when a voice suddenly came out of the speaker, "Sometimes I feel like I

Like a little bird

I want to fly, but I can't fly high

...”

Everyone turned their heads to look at the room in the recording room, and through the double-layer vacuum soundproof glass, they saw Feng Wuling singing.

He closed his eyes and stood straight.

"I doubt it's just me

Tomorrow doesn't get any better."

Suddenly, Feng Wuling bent down and began to accumulate strength.

The four members of the Chuxin Band were all stunned for a moment, because his movements and feelings were too familiar. It's like that cold winter, on the stage of their bar.

In the next moment, as it was on that day, the pitch broke through the sky.

"I'm a little bird

I want to fly, I want to fly, but I can't fly high."

There is infinite unwillingness and anger in the voice. People can't help but burst goosebumps.

Then, it dropped sharply, revealing a sense of powerlessness, as if resigned to fate.

"I searched, searched, searched, searched, and searched for a warm embrace

That's not too much to ask

...

When you decide to burn for your ideals

The pressure of life and the dignity of life

Which one is important?"

After some ups and downs in life, I have learned a lot. Life in the world is made up of a little helplessness, a little nostalgia, a little sadness, and a little pleasure.

Fate is all fought back by yourself, and if you don't work hard, don't blame God for giving you a bad life. I believe in fate, but I don't accept it!

And the shouting figure inside bent down again to fight against the injustice of fate. The voice suddenly rose an octave again, reaching into the sky.

"I'm a little bird

I want to fly, I want to fly, but I can't fly high

...

I'm a little bird

I want to fly, I want to fly, but I can't fly high

...

That's not too much to ask

That's not too much to ask."

At this point, a song is sung. The entire recording studio was silent. Everyone was shocked, resonating from the depths of their souls.

Chen Yongming, on the other hand, closed his eyes with understanding, his fingers kept beating on his legs, his abdomen drove his chest, and he kept inhaling and exhaling hard.

He's looking for a feeling.

He has been famous for a long time, and he has not felt the helplessness and unwillingness of that fate for too long.

However, he doesn't want to be resigned to the status quo, he doesn't want to be a so-called king of heaven just in this one-third of an acre of land in China, he wants to stand higher and fly farther.

He wants to make a name for himself internationally.

This is his struggle against fate, and it is the kind of feeling he has never been able to find.

And at this moment, he was completely inspired by Feng Wuling.

Not only him, but even Zheng Wenjun and the four of them also felt a lot and benefited a lot.

It is worthy of the legendary fame!

Fortunately, he has no intention of making a debut, otherwise, we would all have to go home and farm.

Chen Yongming took a deep breath, and when he passed by Feng Wuling, he glanced at each other silently, and walked in with firm steps. Adjust your breathing and get ready.

"I doubt it's just me

Tomorrow doesn't get any better

...

I'm a little bird

I want to fly, I want to fly, but I can't fly high

...”

Feng Wuling listened quietly outside and nodded slightly. This time it's good, I feel like I've found it. Although the sound is a little broken, he is in the right state.

Zheng Wenjun didn't know when he approached him, and whispered to him, "It is worthy of Chen Tianwang, who has been famous for a long time, and you can find the feeling after listening to it once!"

"This kind of inspirational song has to be shouted by tearing out your throat. Not only do you sing passionately, but you also have to make others listen to it with enthusiasm. We have to bring out the unyielding and bloody things hidden in our bones!" Feng Wuling responded as he gave Chen Yongming a thumbs up.

Xie Ningyuan trotted out, and soon came in with a pot of tea, and greeted Chen Yongming, "Brother Tianwang, it's been a long time, come out and take a rest and drink some tea." You've just broken your voice. This is an authentic lung-nourishing tea. ”

As he spoke, he handed Feng Wuling a glass.

Feng Wuling just thanked him, took it, and his phone rang. Her Royal Highness the goddess of his own family called, saying that Lu Yuanzhou was coming, and he also brought his own royal screenwriter and royal assistant director, and asked him to hurry over.

Chuxin Recording Studio is about an hour's drive from Qingfeng Media.

He said goodbye to everyone and drove to Qingfeng Media.

Lu Yuanzhou and his royal screenwriter Bai Shijing, as well as his assistant director Shen Gongcheng, are known as the iron triangle of Oriental Film and Television Group, and are well-known in the film and television industry.

has filmed a lot of well-known good works, and won various awards. also brought out several emperors and queens.

This time, Lu Yuanzhou had a falling out with the Oriental Film and Television Group, and they all ran away together.