"You must have a lot of feelings when you fell in love with him. Now that I have feelings, it shouldn't be difficult to write songs. Then why don't you even release a song?"

Feng Yao put down the fork in his hand, "Ever since I fell in love with Han Chuan, I have put him first in my life, and even my parents can't compare to him." Everything I have revolves around Han Chuan, and whatever he does, I will follow. I follow him wherever he goes. I only have Han Chuan in my eyes, where can I write songs. ”

"Your songwriting has been wasted for so long. Siska couldn't help but feel sorry for such a good singer-songwriter.

"Now I regret it. What I regret is not that I quit the music scene for the sake of Han Chuan. It's because of Han Chuan, I gave up everything except him. Feng Yao's eyes looked empty, probably because now and in the future, Han Chuan would never be by her side again.

"Will you work with me?" Siska looked at Feng Haruka.

Feng Yao's eyes widened in surprise. "I'm a singer who has gone out of breath. ”

"But you're strong. ”

"Where do you see my current strength? I don't even have a lot of fans now. Kazehara grinned hard.

"Just by this song. Siska pulled out her phone and pressed play.

The tactful and low tune is already destined to be a sad song.

"In the huge auditorium, you are dressed in a crisp suit, and the bride next to you is holding your arm and walking towards the hall. She looks beautiful, with a flawless face, just right for you, her most handsome groom......"

"This ......" Feng Yao listened to this song that she was no longer familiar with, "I know that Han Chuan wrote it after he got married." ”

After Feng Yao finished writing it, he sold this "Groom" to a young singer and asked her to cover the song. This song is now very popular on the Internet, evoking a large number of people who can't get their liking.

"Some listeners only listen to the singer's voice, and some are curious about what the singer looks like. But few people pay attention to the names of composers and lyricists. You see, lyrics and music: Feng Yao. ”

"Forget it, don't drag you down again because of me who is too angry. Feng Yao picked up the fork and stuffed a piece of mutton into his mouth.

"Are you my friend?" Siska frowned, tossing her phone to the side.

"yes. Feng Yao was startled, and the fork in his hand almost fell because he didn't hold it steadily.

"Then you listen to me. Siska's resolute eyes told Feng Yao that this matter was not negotiable!

"Is it so domineering?" Feng Yao's eyes were full of stars.

"I've always been. Siska handsomely pulled a tissue.

Dinner ended quickly, and Feng Yao still had no intention of leaving.

Siska wanted to ask more about Han Chuan from Feng Yao's mouth, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

After all, if what Feng Yao said was true, then mentioning Han Chuan once, Feng Yao's heart would hurt even more.

"Siska, it's too late, I'm going home. Feng Yao looked at Siska, but Feng Yao didn't want to leave.

"I'll give it to you. Siska stood up.

"No, my house is nearby. Feng Yao waved his hand, and then stood still. "That...... Can I hug you?" Feng Yao lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Yes, come on. Siska spread her arms.

Feng Yao hugged Siska and carefully whispered in her ear, "I'm not gay. ”

Siska sneered, "Me neither." ”

Feng Yao picked up the small bag he was carrying, like a little girl who "ran away" because she was shy.

Siska sat back on the bed, selfishly, she wanted to help Feng Yao, who was so good at writing songs, to "stand up" again, but she was afraid that Feng Yao was making up the story of her and Han Chuan, and it was even more ulterior to contact Siska.

"Ah, it's annoying. Siska collapsed on the soft bed.