Shi Fei'er is indeed very good, and in one year, she has reached a height that some people can't reach in their lifetime.

So she had the confidence to say something like that.

It's true that you can pursue something else.

Jiang Chen can't deny this.

But if he ruined a girl for three years because of one of his songs, he couldn't do it.

It's true that Concubine Shi is his fan sister, but this obsession can be called paranoid.

Paranoid to the point that it made his heart tremble.

Three years, 20 to 23, this is the best age for a girl, but Concubine Shi locked herself at home for three years, just to write the lyrics to his tunes.

She can do other things, and she can do more things she wants to pursue.

"Really?" Shi Fei'er's beautiful eyes flashed, "If you can help me fill in a poem, I am willing to participate in this concert." ”

"It's not a concert."

Jiang Chen shook his head, raised his hand and gently patted Shi Fei'er's head: "I just want you to walk out of this room." ”

Shi Fei'er's paranoia may be caused by her character, or maybe it is really as she said, the things she pursues are different.

But when it was used on Jiang Chen, he didn't dare to bear it, and he couldn't afford it.

Over the years, he has seen countless ups and downs, tides and waves, and he can sit firmly on the high platform and smile at the wind and clouds.

This was the first time he had faced a person, unable to laugh and scared.

The music in the living room, after the climax, has begun to turn to the original slow and gradual style again, low and sad, eloquent.

Seeing that Concubine Shi was stunned, Jiang Chen shook his head.

Leaned over and picked up a piece of manuscript paper from the ground, flipped it to the back, then walked to the messy workbench, found the pen, and sat down on the floor.

With the music, his memories slowly opened, a memory that he was very reluctant to recall.

This memory is related to the blood and tears on Ma Li'er's body.

It was precisely because of that incident that blood and tears were born.

Shi Fei'er has never been able to fill in the words that fit the tune, that is because she has not experienced that incident at all, so she can't achieve real resonance.

Shi Fei'er filled in the words, but he filled in the memory.

Shi Fei'er stopped beside and looked at Jiang Chen expectantly.

In the studio, there was silence, except for the music in the living room, echoing.

Chen Zhong and Wu Liang walked in, and when they saw this scene, they were stunned at the same time.

Wu Liang was about to step forward, but Chen Zhong suddenly grabbed him and muttered in a low voice: "Don't disturb someone's painful memories. ”

"Memories?" Wu Liang was shocked, and looked at Jiang Chen, who was filling in the words, with a puzzled look.

"This memory, the old man is also very curious."

Chen Zhong said earnestly, but the corners of his mouth were sketched with a faint smile.

That incident is too long, whether it is "The Ancient Road to the West Wind" or blood and tears, it is too far away from him.

All he knew was a few words passed down from his ancestors.

When he gave "The West Wind of the Ancient Road" to Shi Fei'er, he originally wanted to broaden Shi Fei'er's horizons and make her better.

Unexpectedly, Shi Fei'er went astray.

He asked Jiang Chen to come to Shi Fei'er to save the scene, and the bigger purpose was actually to drag Shi Fei'er out of this snail house.

After all, it was half of his apprentice, even if it was half, he couldn't bear to let Concubine Shi continue to be paranoid, and he was also distressed.

Three years ago, Chen Zhong vaguely mentioned the matter of the three tribulations of the corpse path to Concubine Shi, and also knew that Concubine Shi was extremely obsessed with Jiang Chen.

That's why there was the shock and surprise of Concubine Shi when she saw Jiang Chen for the first time.

He knew that the only one who could drag Concubine Shi out was Jiang Chen.

Gradually, Shi Fei'er's face began to change.

There are surprises, there are thoughts, and there are puzzles...... All kinds of emotions are intertwined on the beautiful face.

At the same time, she is also following the tune of "The West Wind of the Ancient Road", secretly fitting the words and sentences that Jiang Chen wrote on the manuscript paper.

The more she scrutinized, the more restless she became.

The heart in her chest gradually accelerated, and she felt like she was jumping out of her chest, and at the same time she was suffocating.

Ten minutes, quickly passed.

Jiang Chen put down the pen and closed his eyes for a few seconds, suppressing the impact of that painful memory on him.

When I opened my eyes again, my gaze became unusually calm.

got up and handed the manuscript paper to Shi Fei'er: "Now, you can give up this pursuit." ”

He's not writing lyrics, he's reminiscing, making songs because of events, and composing lyrics because of memories. He was sure that if this poem couldn't open Shi Fei'er's heart, then Shi Fei'er really no one could save her.

Shi Fei'er took the manuscript paper sluggishly, she had already scrutinized with the song with Jiang Chen's lyrics just now, so she was still sluggish at this time, as if she was sleepwalking.

But that didn't stop her from revisiting the lyrics.

The more she looked, the more surging her inner emotions became.

"It's it, it's it." Shi Fei'er's voice gradually became louder, and she screamed excitedly with ecstasy: "I've been waiting for it for three years, and it's finally coming out!" ”

But after the scream, she fell into a state of confusion.

It took her three years and tens of thousands of times to repeat the words, but she couldn't make the words.

The man in front of him actually only took ten minutes!

So what are the past three years?

All the self-confidence and arrogance At this moment, in the face of Jiang Chen, Concubine Shi had a feeling of Mount Tai collapsing.

Looking at Jiang Chen's eyes, it became extremely complicated.

"Concubine, can I take a look?" Chen Zhong was curious about his master's memory and hurriedly stepped forward.

Shi Fei'er handed the manuscript paper to Chen Zhong, but soon, Chen Zhong frowned.

He couldn't see how well the lyrics fit the tune, it was very simple, there was a feeling of flat and straightforward narration, and even the idea of peeking into the master's memory from the words disappeared.

I can't see it at all.

Jiang Chen seemed to know, and patted Chen Zhong on the shoulder with a smile: "Ah Zhong, you can't understand it, some people can only see the surface when they listen to music and read words, some people can go deep into the artistic conception by listening to music and words, and some people can read the floating world by listening to music and reading words...... Different people see and hear different things. ”

"What about you?" Concubine Shi'er's beautiful eyes suddenly turned red, and she looked at Jiang Chen with burning eyes.

"Me?" Jiang Chen smiled indifferently, "I just don't want to see a fool continue to be paranoid in this small place and waste the rest of my life." ”

With that, he walked straight out.

Looking at Jiang Chen's back, Concubine Shi suddenly smiled: "Thank you, I am willing to hold a concert." ”

Jiang Chen smiled with relief, this girl was saved.

On the way to the hotel, Jiang Chen always looked at the night scene outside the window.

The impact of just ten minutes of memories on him is indescribable.

In the face of Shi Fei'er's short time, he was able to remain calm, but now that he is quiet, his heart is still turbulent.

Chen Zhong was very confused and helpless, and kept scratching his head.

After working for a long time, except for being happy for what Concubine Shi was willing to give, he didn't know anything about the master.

I couldn't help it, Chen Zhong opened his mouth and asked, "Boss, is your song really your memory?" ”

"Can't understand?" Jiang Chen asked.

Chen Zhong nodded.

"If you don't understand it, it's right." Jiang Chen smiled casually, "I've already shown you the wounds, you can't still think that I will open the wounds and let you see how deep the wounds are, right?" ”