Although he was ready to change the plot, Marshall did not completely give up on finding a song that would satisfy him on this last night. But after looking for months, the crew has not been able to find the song they want, can they find it in one night? And why do you have to rely on someone else? Do they really know what they want to do and what it feels like?

With this in mind, Gary. Marshall rolled over and got out of bed. Anyway, he can't sleep now, so it's better to look for it on the Internet himself, maybe he can find out.

Gary. Marshall casually clicked on the music channel of M Online, and he did not choose the hits that hung on the charts. Because he knew that his subordinates must have already looked for those songs. Because he was looking for a song about love, he simply typed "LOVE" into the search bar, and then went directly to the last page, auditioning one by one from back to front.

Gary. Marshall couldn't remember how many songs he had listened to, there were dozens, and he was already feeling tired. I even felt that my behavior was a little funny, how could I be so naïve to think that such a random search would be rewarding? He smiled self-deprecatingly, and was about to close the computer and go back to sleep.

Change the script, change the script, anyway, it's just the last point, it's not troublesome, so comforting himself in his heart, Marshall is ready to shut down directly. But sometimes things are so ingenious, at this time, Marshall suddenly saw the title of the song "lovetobelovedbyyou", especially the singer and songwriter who followed it were all the same name, which made him curious, especially the name ChuFan.Chen, which is very much like an Oriental.

It is indeed rare for an Oriental to compose and sing an English song by himself. So Marshall's mouse hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to click on it

The gentle piano accompaniment made Marshall's eyes light up, and the clear, tender and unique male solo that followed shook his spirits. The half-minute audition ended quickly. Marshall couldn't wait to pay to download the entire song. He was very excited at this time, although he only listened to half a minute of the content, but it already gave him the feeling he had been looking for, this song both melody and lyrics perfectly interpret a man's commitment to love and the prospect of future happiness. It's just tailor-made for the movie I'm shooting.

It took more than half a minute to download the whole song, but this half minute was a torment for Marshall at this time. Therefore, the sound of "ding" when the download is completed makes Marshall feel like a natural sound.

Quickly clicking on the love song again, Marshall closed his eyes and began to listen intently. Perfect, perfect, still perfect. Perfect lyrics, perfect melody. Perfectly gives the feeling I want. Gary. Marshall was a devout Christian, and he even felt that it was God guiding him, otherwise how could he have found this absolutely perfect song at this most critical time?

He began to look up information about the song, and thankfully, the song's information left the singer's address and contact information.

"Still a student at Berke College of Music!" Marshall sighed, then picked up his phone without hesitation and followed the call in the song's message.

He was so excited that he even forgot to look at the current time, it was already past two o'clock in the morning!

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone disturbed Ye Feng's good dreams. It also made Ye Feng very angry.

Although Ye Feng never cared about harassing others in the middle of the night. But being harassed by others will still be extremely unhappy. But the bell still rings uninterestingly. This made Ye Feng even more annoyed.

So when he picked up the phone, he had already thought about it. No matter who it is, if you dare to provoke your Uncle Ye to sleep well at this time, you have to spray it first. Of course. Except if it's an emergency call from an old man in China.

Sleepy-eyed looked at the caller ID on the phone, a very unfamiliar number. It wasn't even a domestic phone, which made Ye Feng a little angry, and he quickly pressed the answer button. Then he opened his mouth and shouted: "Who! It's already two o'clock in the morning, you know? Do you still have even a little bit of public morality in the disturbing dreams of the middle of the night! ”

He didn't even notice that he had directly used his little brother Yang Tao's lines after being woken up by him.

Marshall didn't pay any attention to the complaints on the phone, and he was still in the excitement of getting his wish.

"Oh? Is it two o'clock in the morning? All right. Let's not dwell on this question for now, are you the songwriter and singer of the song "lovetobelovedbyyou", ChuFan.Chen? ”

The eager voice on the other end of the phone made Ye Feng sober up a little. For the sake of a song, calling the singer so late, it won't be a perverted fan, right? It's a pity it's not a woman.

However, he didn't mind handing over the phone to Chen Chufan. I was woken up, and I could wake up Chen Chufan as a matter of course, this is the rhythm that should be.

"Wait, he's my roommate at school. I'm going to call him! However, I highly recommend that the next time you are looking for someone, take a look at the time first! After speaking, Ye Feng quickly ran to Chen Chufan's room, woke up Chen Chufan, who was also asleep, and then stuffed the phone into his hand: "Your fan called, I guess this is your first fan, it is worth remembering, so I woke you up." Let's talk slowly. Oh yes, I'll leave you here after the conversation, and I'll give it to me tomorrow. ”

After speaking, without waiting for Chen Chufan to react, Ye Feng slipped back to his room directly and fell asleep.

Chen Chufan looked at the phone in his hand inexplicably, until he vaguely heard an eager "hey" sound from the phone, Chen Chufan put the phone to his ear in ignorance.

"Hello, I'm Chen Chufan, who are you?" I had just been woken up from my sleep, and my head was still a little unclear.

"Hello, Chen, my name is Gary. Marshall, is a film director. I just listened to the song "lovetobelovedbyyou" that you uploaded to country M online, and this song is perfect for the ending song of a film I'm making. I want to ask you now, is the copyright of this song still yours personally? ”

"Huh? Yes, the copyright is mine! But what did you just say? Do you think my song would be a good ending song for a movie? Chen Chufan sobered up instantly.

"Yes, I called. It's about identifying the copyright of the song. Also, I don't think you're going to object to us using your work in a film, right? Also, you're still a student at Berke College of Music, right? Do you live in the Academy? Marshall made a final confirmation on the phone.

"Yes, I don't mind selling the rights to some of the songs and using them in your films, and I do live in the academy."

"Well, if only you don't mind, it's too late today. Rest first, trust me, you'll have a contract waiting for you tomorrow morning, kid! Good night! Sweet dreams. Excited Marshall said quickly.

"Goodnight, then! Good dreams too. Mr. Marshall" Chen Chufan repeated in a daze, followed by a busy tone on the phone.

The other end hung up the phone, but Chen Chufan hadn't come back to his senses yet. There's a director who's taking a fancy to his songs? This sudden surprise drove away all Chen Chufan's sleepiness.

After the surprise, Chen Chufan found that he forgot to ask, what kind of movie was the director making? It can't be fun for yourself in the middle of the night, right? Thinking of this, Chen Chufan quickly got up from the bed. He still remembers that the director's name was Gary. Marshall, who was not sleepy anyway, decided to check the Internet to see if there was such a person.

And Marshall eagerly hung up the phone, and did not rest. Instead, pick up the phone again. "Hey, John, I hope it didn't disturb your sleep."

"Alright, stop complaining. Good news for you, I've found the song that satisfies me, and now I need you to find a car, come and pick me up, we need to get to Boston. Also, you have to hurry up and prepare a contract. ”

"Yes. Let's go. The singer is a student at Berke College of Music, he is also a songwriter, and the rights are still in his hands. So we don't have to deal with those nasty music companies. ”

"What? Broker? Oh shit, I was so excited I forgot to ask him if he had an agent, but it didn't matter. Let's find him first. Well, don't waste any more time. Come here, there's something we're talking about on the way. In addition, I told the crew that I would have a day off tomorrow. We try to get things done one day and finish all the shoots the day after tomorrow. After saying that, Marshall hung up the phone and began to take care of his appearance. He couldn't just run to Boston, hundreds of kilometers away, in his pajamas.

Chen Chufan turned on the computer and tried to type Gary into Google. Marshall's name, when he knocked the enter, the results of the rows made Chen Chufan startled. Is this really the director who called him? You seem to be famous, huh?

The Lifetime Achievement Award at the Comedy Awards in '90, the Publishers Guild Film Performance Award in '92, the Valentine's Day Davis Award from the Writers Guild of Writers in 'M, the Hall of Fame at the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences in '97, and the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Producers Guild of M in '98

With so many awards alone, Chen Chufan is very interested in this award named Gary. Marshall's director had a strong curiosity, and he even felt a little ridiculous, such a famous director actually took a fancy to the songs he wrote? This made Chen Chufan feel a little incredulous. Anyway, this shouldn't be the same name, right? But I can't find another one on the Internet, also named Gary. Marshall's director?

Before checking on the Internet, Chen Chufan was worried, afraid that this was just a beautiful misunderstanding, but after the inquiry, he suffered from gains and losses, and it was obvious that the young man was a little dizzy by the pie that fell from the sky in the middle of the night.

And in the end, the boy with a mess of his brain finally succeeded in annoying himself.

If it's true, then you'll earn it, and if it's fake, you won't lose a hair, don't fuck it. With this thought, Chen Chufan simply closed the computer and climbed back into the warm bed. (To be continued......)