Chu Qingfeng looked at Ye Xuan and scratched his head.

Mr. Ye's inspiration is a bit just right?

Mr. Ye wants to write a song for me alone?

Thinking of this, Chu Qingfeng became short of breath.

Mr. Ye's song, which one is not popular?

On the day he left QM, Chu Qingfeng's father called him, and his father's words were still in his mind.

"What kind of singer? You're not that piece of material! ”

"You can make money by learning to sing with me!"

"I don't allow you to chase any more unattainable singer dreams and give Lao Tzu home!"

"If you don't come back, you won't come back!!"

After repeated phone calls and persuasions, my father's tone became more and more serious.

"The path I chose, kneeling, will be finished!"

Facing his father's questioning, Chu Qingfeng answered this sentence very simply.

He has no regrets about leaving QM and coming to Tenglong, and Chu Qingfeng does not regret taking a salary of 4,000 yuan a month, it has been four years since he graduated from college, and he has no girlfriend, only the guitar in his hand that Chéng Rén gave to his mother.

"It's still the same sentence, the road I chose myself, kneeling, and I have to finish it!"

Chu Qingfeng walked towards Ye Xuan's office on the sixth floor.

Knock Knock Knock –

"Come in."

"Mr. Ye, I'm here."

Chu Qingfeng stood at the door of the office stiffly.

"Breeze, sit, don't be restrained." Ye Xuan looked at Chu Qingfeng squarely for the first time.

Flat-headed, about the same age as himself, he smiles very sunny, but his eyes always flicker with a little sadness.

For Chu Qingfeng, Ye Xuan remembered it very clearly.

Two days ago, on the company's rooftop, Chu Qingfeng ate more than a dozen strings of barbecue with a "taste" that was not very good, and the final ending was to lie in the toilet and hold the toilet and vomit with tears.

"Mr. Ye, do you want to write a song for me?"

Sitting on the sofa, Chu Qingfeng was like doing acupuncture, he wanted to stand up, he was not comfortable, he was used to standing respectfully in the face of his superiors or bosses.

"Well, can you lend me your guitar?"

Ye Xuan patted Chu Qingfeng's shoulder.

"The lyrics have been written, and as for the complete recording, you still need to go to a suburban recording studio, so how about you listen to this song first." Naturally, he took over the guitar in Chu Qingfeng's hand, and Ye Xuan began to skillfully tune the strings.

The blue guitar, the brand is an unknown brand, it should be very cheap, but it can be seen that Chu Qingfeng cherishes this guitar very much, and it is very well maintained, and even the backpack with the guitar may be expensive by the guitar itself.

The morning sun was exceptionally bright, and Ye Xuan stood at the window enjoying the sunshine when he opened the curtains.

Buzz Buzz – Buzz Buzz -

Fingers flutter the strings, and a quiet, peaceful sound wafts through the room.

Enjoy!

Chu Qingfeng, who was sitting on the sofa, enjoyed this prelude very much.

Suddenly, the sound of the guitar disappeared, and Chu Qingfeng frowned and looked at Mr. Ye in the sun.

You're in the southern sun, and the snow is falling

I am in the cold night in the north, and the four seasons are like spring

If it's too late before dark, I'm going to forget your eyes

Extremely poor in life, I can't finish a dream.

Cappella!

Chu Qingfeng was surprised to find that the first few lines of the lyrics of this song were actually expressed by Mr. Ye in a cappella.

Savoring Mr. Ye's voice, Chu Qingfeng knew that his voice was relatively delicate, and Mr. Ye's voice was probably a little vicissitudes of life because of smoking.

Buzz Buzz – Buzz Buzz -

The guitar sound reappeared, and Ye Xuan slowly sang this song along with the guitar sound.

Once, Ye Xuan liked this song very much, Ye Xuan was still very young at that time, and he liked the girl in the next class in high school.

At that time, Ye Xuan lived in the same neighborhood as the girl who looked innocent and spoke shyly, Ye Xuan liked that girl, but he didn't even know the girl's name, before going to school at noon, Ye Xuan always liked to lie on the window and wait quietly, waiting for the girl with a schoolbag to leave the house and then take a look from afar.

In the end, Ye Xuan still didn't confess, maybe this is good, what if the confession fails?

He no longer talks to anyone about the isolated island of encounter

Because my heart has long been deserted

He can't hold a home in his heart

Be a mute who only lies to yourself

He said that you are beautiful in any way that is praised

It's not as good as the first time he met you

It's like a story, but Ye Xuan expressed it in the way of singing.

Is this song hard to sing?

It's not hard!

The most important thing is how the singer expresses his feelings, and whether it makes people empathize with and miss that beautiful time of youth!

The south of the mountain is south, and the north is sad in autumn

There are grain piles in Nanshan

The south wind is murmuring, and the north is in the north

There are tombstones in the North Sea

Ye Xuan sang this song in one go, it was inevitable that there would be some flaws if he hadn't sung for too long, and when he finished singing, he turned his head to look at Chu Qingfeng.

"What do you think?"

"Huh? I think... I think it's good! ”

Chu Qingfeng was stunned, he was thinking about the incident he encountered a few days ago.

On the bus stop, Chu Qingfeng met a girl in her twenties, since she sat next to Chu Qingfeng, the girl has been looking in the mirror and applying powder and makeup all the way, Chu Qingfeng hated her a little, and the people around her also used strange eyes to probe the girl. After a while, the girl took out an invitation from her bag with a photo of the newlyweds. The girl looked at it for a while before putting it down, picked up the phone and pressed the screen to take a photo of the girl and a man.

"Mr. Ye, is this song really written for me?" Chu Qingfeng was still a little unconvinced.

"Of course, you're better suited to sing than I am!"

Ye Xuan returned the blue guitar in his hand to Chu Qingfeng.

"I... Can I really? ”

What a good word, what a wonderful prelude!

Chu Qingfeng was a little skeptical that he could sing this song perfectly.

"I said you can, you can!" Ye Xuan patted Chu Qingfeng's shoulder again.

"I..."

"I can!"

Chu Qingfeng held the guitar given to him by his mother tightly in his hand, and said with a firm gaze and sonorous power.

"Brother Ye!"

"You two are?"

Liu Dongqiang rushed over, he seemed to see something he shouldn't see?

Ye Xuan patted Chu Qingfeng on the shoulder, Chu Qingfeng lowered his head and hesitated about something.

This posture, this kind of scene is easy to make people think crooked!

"Why don't you go out and you continue? How many minutes will I be back? Liu Dong forced his neck and whispered.

Ye Xuan: "??? ”

"What's the matter?"

Glancing at Liu Dongqiang, Ye Xuan's face was speechless.

If this is a girl who wants to be crooked, forget it, the key is that Chu Qingfeng is a big man!

Bah!

Girls can't think crooked!

"Mr. Ye, I'll go out first." Chu Qingfeng is very aware of the current affairs and leaves.

"Brother Ye, there is a problem over there in "The Legend of Wukong", several first-line movies such as Dadi and Tiansheng have refused to release our movies in their theaters, it is said that it is because of the relationship between Huangpu Haoyu. Except for the Little Sheep Cinema, the other cinemas are politely refused! This time, there's a big problem! ”