Lying on the bed, Li Lingwei began to study this invitation card, yesterday it was because she was thinking about seeing a doctor, but she didn't look carefully, at this time Li Lingwei was like a curious baby, looking left and right. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a very familiar name came from the TV, it was Potter John, hearing this name Wang Cong and Li Lingwei couldn't help but look at the TV, but they didn't expect to turn on the TV just to listen to the movement, and at this time it was reporting on the commemoration of Potter John.

Because it was the 30th anniversary, the musical event in honor of John Porter was also quite grand, and the venue was set in the north of London, the Royal Theatre, and some details of the event were being introduced on the TV screen.

One of the links made Wang Cong's eyes squint slightly, and heard the host introduce that the commemorative event is mainly based on music, at the beginning, some European and American superstars covered Porter John's songs, and then began to introduce some of Porter John's deeds, and finally the most important part, that is, to select the best song to commemorate Porter John, and it needs to be sung live.

Wang Cong said to Li Lingwei: "Since this Potter John is your idol, can you tell me how he hangs?" ”

It's the look of an idiot again, Wang Cong can't resist it, fortunately, Li Lingwei seems to have been used to Wang Cong's big strips, but the style of painting suddenly changed, Li Lingwei suddenly came to the spirit, and said to Wang Cong very gossipily: "I remember very clearly, the day it happened was Sunday, and on Saturday night, there was also a female fan who asked for an autograph when he went home from recording a song, and this female fan really loves Porter John very much, and in order to get close to the idol, she deliberately moved her home not far from Porter John." , just across a small river. ”

Wang Cong interrupted: "Wife, can you tell me the point, how did you hang it?" ”

Li Lingwei was a little unhappy, and said to Wang Cong: "Do you still listen?" ”

Wang Cong had no choice but to listen and answer.

Li Lingwei changed into a very comfortable position in Wang Cong's arms, and then said: "This female fan knows that Porter John has a habit of running in the morning, so she also got up very early, and on the other side of the river not far from her house, she happened to see Porter John come out, and to her surprise, at more than five o'clock in the morning, she was not only a fan, but a male fan in the sea was asking for autographs. ”

Li Lingwei said this, and actually went to drink a sip of water, this kind of appetizing thing, Wang Cong didn't care about it, seeing that Wang Cong was really very honest, he didn't urge her, nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "It was at this time that something terrible happened, when the male fan was signed by Porter John and had already set off for a run, he suddenly took out a gun from his arms and fired six shots in the back of Porter John in a row, all of which were seen by the female fan on the other side of the river......

Wang Cong was relieved when he heard that Li Lingwei finally explained how this Porter John was hanging, Li Lingwei did not have the talent to tell stories, and it was very boring to tell, but after listening to this story, Wang Cong really thought of something, he remembered that there was a song in the last life that was very in line with this story, and it was very suitable to commemorate Porter John.

And this song only needs to change a few words appropriately in the lyrics, the most important thing is that the singer is still a female singer, thinking that Li Lingwei has always regarded this Porter John as an idol, and last time, she also said that she had the opportunity to cover the song created in this commemoration, the purpose is naturally very simple, it is a kind of nostalgia for the favorite singer, or a tribute.

Wang Cong can understand Li Lingwei's feelings for commemorating idols, but when it comes to covering other people's commemorative songs, Wang Cong disagrees, and at this moment, Wang Cong has an idea, that is, the idea that Li Lingwei can be very happy.

The next morning, Wang Cong and Li Lingwei were jogging on the treadmill, their faces were covered with beads of sweat, obviously they had been running for a while, Li Lingwei slowed down her speed, and finally left the treadmill directly, with her hands on her waist, panting.

Seeing that Li Lingwei had a tendency to fall on the bed to rest, Wang Cong hurriedly stopped running, and directly grabbed Li Lingwei and said, "You can't rest at this time, let's go, let's go wash first." ”

Li Lingwei was obviously still a little uncomfortable with Wang Cong's morning run, but under Wang Cong's strict requirements, she didn't fall back on the bed to sleep or anything like that, just when the two of them and Ye Hang were eating breakfast together, a waiter came over and asked in an authentic London accent: "Hello, are you King Mister?" ”

Wang Cong nodded, only to see the waiter hand over a phone, and said with a strange look in his eyes: "There is one who says it is your good friend, called Sam." ”

After Wang Cong heard this, he directly picked up the phone and said, "Sam? ”

"King Mister, I'm sorry to disturb your breakfast time, I'm here today to invite you to my studio, I'm always open to you if you need to." Sam said with some gentlemanly expression.

Hearing Sam's words, Wang Cong couldn't help but sigh, he really just wanted to sleep, someone came to hand the pillow, Wang Cong said with a smile: "Ao? Then bother, when are we going to meet? ”

Hearing that Wang Cong was actually coming, Sam seemed very happy and said enthusiastically: "Then how about I pick you and your wife from your hotel in an hour?" ”

"No problem." Wang Cong said.

handed the phone to the waiter, only to see that the waiter wanted to say something, but didn't know how to speak, Wang Cong was also very uncomfortable, so he said to him: "Say whatever you want." ”

Hearing Wang Cong say this, the waiter asked with a little excitement: "Excuse me, is the Sam who called just now the singer Sam?" ”

Wang Cong said: "I don't know if it's the Sam you said, but he is indeed a singer, and he is still a singer-songwriter." ”

"Oh yes, it's him, it's really him, God, I was lucky to get a call from Sam......" the waiter said with some exaggeration.

When Wang Cong and the three of them saw it, they all shook their heads a little speechlessly, and after finishing this breakfast, they went back to the room to prepare to change their clothes and wait for the arrival of that Sam.

Li Lingwei asked, "Why did Sam invite you to his studio so actively?" Hasn't he always been a little prejudiced against you? ”

In fact, Wang Cong had thought about this question for a long time, and when he saw the music event commemorating Porter John last night, he knew that Sam would definitely provide him with a recording studio or practice room.

Wang Cong explained: "This Sam is not so kind, he was slapped in the face by me in France last time, maybe he has been looking for a chance to take revenge, this time he suddenly saw me, and thought of the recent music event, he wanted me to participate, and maybe he started preparing the song a long time ago, and I, who just came here, so he wants to provide a recording studio or practice room for me to use, just want me to make a song." ”

Li Lingwei heard Wang Cong's explanation, and immediately said with some concern: "Husband, why don't we go, this Sam is really insidious, after all, this time is too short, even if you have some talent in music, but as far as I know, the British are too fond of Porter John, and it is difficult to have a satisfactory commemorative song." ”