Mayday's "Stubbornness" is not their best song, but it is undeniable that it is currently the most suitable for Fang Chen to sing, whether it is the key, voice, or the meaning of the lyrics.

From the very beginning, it seemed to be a metaphor for Fang Chen's crossing.

"When I'm different from the world, then let me be different, and persistence for me is to overcome rigidity with rigidity."

"If I compromise with myself, if I lie to myself, I can't forgive even if you don't forgive me."

"The most beautiful wish must be the craziest, I am my own god, where I live."

Fang Chen's voice is not very rich, but it is not sharp, singing like a small stream, gurgling and clear, very clean, making people listen to it extraordinarily, entering people's ears, and there is no place for diaphragm.

After Fang Chen spoke, the five women were a little stunned, they were still searching the memories in their minds at first, to see if they had heard such a song, even if it was the same song, but gradually, several people found that there was indeed no such song, at least they had not heard it.

And there are some places where the song seems to have been heard, but there are only a few places, which is also normal, and it is not uncommon to encounter the same thing in a small place once or twice.

And this song is indeed an inspirational song.

However, the moral of this song is suitable for Fang Chen, but it is not particularly suitable for several women, so their feelings are not too deep, but they think that this song is indeed better, and it is completely different from some saliva songs made at random.

"Average!"

After Fang Chen finished singing, Zhou Ling snorted lightly: "This is just one song, another one." ”

Fang Chen didn't care, and licked the corners of his mouth: "Okay, continue to order songs, choose any genre." ”

"Pop music." Zhou Ling opened his mouth directly, not giving others a chance at all.

After finishing speaking, Zhou Ling also said to the sisters: "There are ten songs in total, everyone chooses two songs each, this is my second choice, pop music, continue!" ”

"Pop! OK。 Fang Chen nodded, put down his guitar and began to compose.

In fact, the category of pop music should be regarded as the simplest, and the category is very large, in the previous life, people in the streets and alleys, as long as they were young people who could sing, they could open their mouths casually, that was the category of pop music.

Pop music refers to music composed for the main purpose of making a profit. Its artistry is secondary, and marketability is primary.

Popular, popular, fashion, entertainment, goods, etc., it covers a wide area.

To put it bluntly, in the eyes of ordinary people, it sounds good, and most people think it sounds good, and that's enough.

Slowly, on the score in Fang Chen's hand, a name "Onion" was written!

For this song, Fang Chen doesn't know what others think, anyway, he thinks that the fire of this song is borrowed from the light of a good voice, of course, it was also very popular before, but the ordinary people who know Lu Dao are far less than after the good voice.

"The second one, the name is Onion! Very strange name, this song is my world, an original singer named Yang Zongwei, and there are seven cover versions, among which the Mayday of the song just now has also been covered, it can be said that this song was in the past few years, my world was in the world, and it was popular in the streets and alleys, and the version I sang was Yang Zongwei's version...... Although my favorite is not this version, but, after all, it is borrowed, so it is better to respect the original work, not to mention, Yang Zongwei's version, and the version I like, is not much different! ”

After speaking, Fang Chen began to play.

While Fang Chen was playing, Feng Jiaying whispered to Xie Lanxin next to her: "I didn't expect that his voice is really good, could it be that he studied music in his previous life?" But I remember him saying that he seemed to be studying Chinese medicine, right? ”

Xie Lanxin shrugged and smiled: "I don't know what to do, this is the first time I've heard him sing, I didn't expect it, it's not bad!" ”

"It's just a business." Zhou Ling snorted, and then muttered: "But this song is really good, especially in terms of chorus, there are too many garbage songs in the music scene recently, all of them are saliva songs, I didn't expect this guy to have a stomach, but he never thought of selling some songs, what a waste." ”

"My brother is not bad for money, why do you want to sell songs? When the artist is too chaotic, those little stars will definitely be like flies. Wen Qingya replied, looking a little disgusted.

"You're stupid." Zhou Ling gently rubbed Wen Qingya's forehead with his fingers: "Is this called Cultural Zhilu Dao?" He can't sell songs just to make money, but should share good things with all human beings, since he has such good songs, why is it hidden in his heart? Isn't this a tyrannical thing? Culture, songs have no borders, and there will be no space restrictions, I believe he should also know some movies, good books or something. ”

Tang Nianying was puzzled: "Then if you move all of them here, wouldn't you be able to make a lot of money?" ”

"What's more, after unintentionally inserting willows into the willows, after a good operation and marketing, he can be packaged as the youngest master, genius, and all-round!" Zhou Ling snorted.

In fact, Zhou Ling likes to make money very much, because she has not had too much family supply to help since she was a child, and everything can only rely on herself, so whenever she encounters something with a business future, she will think about how to make some money.

As she herself said, makeup, beauty, health care, massage, news network, etc., what does not cost anything? These things together are very scary, and if she doesn't make some money, she Zhou Ling is very uneasy.

The women spoke in small voices, and an onion was quickly sung.

"Jiaying, you ask." Zhou Ling said directly to Feng Jiaying.

Feng Jiaying thought for a while, and then rolled her eyes: "The song written for my father is best a song of apology." ”

"......" Fang Chen pursed his lips and glanced at Feng Jiaying speechlessly.

Can't write a song to your father yet? Still have a song to apologize for?

Zhou Ling applauded: "Okay, this type is good, and after that, it will be the mother, and then the grandfather, grandmother, aunt, uncle, and uncle......"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" Fang Chen glanced at Zhou Ling angrily, and then began to compose the music, this song doesn't need to be thought about, although there are many songs dedicated to his father.

For example, what is a good dad and a bad dad, in the name of my father, my dad and I are back, Dad's straw sandals, Liu Hegang's father, etc., thirty-four songs can be thought of, but Fang Chen's favorite should be Chopsticks' "Father".

That kind of sad egg pain, chrysanthemum tightness, is the core of this song, at least Fang Chen thinks so, especially in the middle of the paragraph, is humming in a nasal voice, in the previous life Fang Chen was occasionally funny, like a ghost crying, as long as the person who hears it, the chrysanthemum will be very tight, and a burst of sad egg pain is born from the bottom of his heart.