Leng Xue walked into the recording room, brought a headset, Ying Feng started to play the made tune outside, and Leng Xue took the lyrics and hummed along with the melody, because it was simple, she could sing it after one time, after all, she was a professional.

"How's it going, can you sing?" Ying Feng communicated with Leng Xue outside.

"Okay, let's do it first, and if there's a problem, you can talk to me later. Leng Xue responded.

Ying Feng nodded, and then played it again, "Sweet honey, the sweetness of your smile, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze......"

Sweet, really sweet, usually not so sweet in conversation, because Leng Xue is usually at most a reserved smile when facing others, looking very cold, but in singing it is not like this at all, she will laugh unconsciously, especially this song.

Ying Feng not only listened to her singing, but also observed her expression, although only a rudimentary level of music appreciation, but Ying Feng could clearly feel that Leng Xue was a person who liked music.

Many people like music, but the degree of liking is different, most people just like to listen to it, if he is asked to make music, he may not have a feeling of enjoyment in the process, and many musicians regard it as a job.

Real music is to be attentive, and the songs produced must first be liked, Ying Feng does not have this kind of awareness, he is now just relying on the system, and he can't really let me improve a song with my heart.

But Leng Xue gave him the feeling that he was enjoying, enjoying everything about music, this is a person who really loves music, and does not use music to achieve some kind of purpose for himself, of course, fame is also a goal, but it is not the main thing.

Ying Feng is very happy, once such a person has a good work, it is easier to succeed, and he can support Leng Xue, there are many ways to become famous, and Ying Feng wants to become famous in many fields, even if he doesn't like his own people, he will also like his own works, whether it is a movie, TV series, songs or novels, you will always have one like, right?

After Leng Xue finished singing, Ying Feng was very satisfied, after all, if you want to be more critical, you need more music appreciation, although it is a pity, his level is like this now, it is difficult to improve the quality of the album to perfection, but it is enough, and it will be improved in the future.

"Very good, you sang well, but I can't give you any more professional advice, after all, it's my first time making an album, but I think it's enough for now, and we can improve together in the future." "Ying Feng told the truth.

And Leng Xue is a little surprised now, this song is really good, and the tune is very simple, the song is easy to understand and easy to spread, although the lyrics are taken out separately, you can't see the deep meaning without in-depth research, but it's enough to explain it when the time comes.

Although I am a little worried, after all, will such straightforward lyrics be accepted by everyone, and at the same time, will those famous songwriters attack this album?

didn't continue to sing, because this song is very easy to sing, and she can master the emotional changes in it, because it is not difficult, to put it bluntly, there is no love element of love songs, and the triple change is also simple, but it is precisely because of the simple triple change that the emotion of love is finally set off, which is what makes Leng Xue rush to the accident.

At the same time, she has a new understanding of Yingfeng's talent, this great writer is really not simple, and it is unbelievable to use such changes to express love.

"Does a great writer have a favorite person?" Leng Xue's sudden question made Ying Feng confused.

"What do you mean?" asked Ying Feng.

"Isn't the performance in the song obvious? Using three emotional changes to express love at first sight, how can you write such a seemingly simple and contained song without personal experience?"

Ying Feng was stunned, and then shook his head, many people are artificial, only real experience can write good works, which makes Ying Feng very helpless, everyone thinks too high about art, "I'm sorry, I don't have such an experience, I have a fiancée, but it was arranged by the family, I originally wanted to cultivate a relationship with her first, but now there is too much work, and what we have said doesn't add up much." ”

"How is it possible? without life, how did you write such a song?"

Ying Feng was helpless, Leng Xue was now acting like a literary girl, thinking of art incomparably high, "Okay, then let me tell you how I came up with it." ”

Ying Feng said this, then looked at the recording studio, and finally chose a bad sofa to sit down, "I am a high school student, my table mate is the sports committee of the class, and one day he said to me: 'Hey, Ying Feng, there is a big beautiful woman in this year's high school freshman, and she laughs like a flower. ’”

Ying Feng is not only talking, but also acting, one person plays two characters, he turned his head and said, "So what?"

Then he turned his head again, just like a conversation between the same table, playing the role of the thunderous voice of his own tablemate, "I feel that he is my dream lover, am I in love at first sight." ”

"You're a nymphomaniac. After Ying Feng finished speaking, he looked at Leng Xue, "That's it, my tablemate is a nymphomaniac, thinking that he fell in love at first sight, so this kind of thing looks very ordinary, so it's this song, isn't it simple?"

Leng Xue looked at Ying Feng's performance blankly, it was hard for her to imagine that a good song was born like this, she didn't know that Ying Feng was talking nonsense, but this explanation may not work, 'laughing like a flower, in a dream, a lover' is not this song?

"Whew...... It's hard to imagine that this song came to be like this, and now I believe you wrote "Romance of the Gods" in history class. "This stalk Yingfeng has long forgotten, he just made it up casually, he didn't expect Leng Xue to really think about it, it seems that his little story needs to be remembered.

Inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat, Ying Feng felt that he was under a lot of pressure, if he really had to find a source for every work, even the Internet writer couldn't resist it, it seems that he should try to be perfunctory in the future, and if someone asks a similar question, then it's good to ignore him.

But now the situation is still good, at least Leng Xue recognized his work, and the evaluation is very high, the only pity is that the source of the work is too bizarre, Ying Feng said that he can't do anything about it, he remembers a few songs completely, and he can't do anything about digging deep into the story behind the composition.