On February 25th, Zhong Fengyu, who had been hanging water for several days, recovered from a serious illness and couldn't wait to pull Jiang Yan to the recording studio.

They were followed by Xu Wenxue, Tian Junfeng and Ma Xiaonan.

Can there be a song that Zhong Fengyu can't control?

When they learned that Zhong Fengyu recorded "Yanjing Yanjing", he was stunned, and he sang his voice hoarse for half a day, and even his tonsils were inflamed, the three of them couldn't believe it.

This is also outrageous, Zhong Fengyu is also a first-line veteran singer, how can he not even control a song?

"I said Lao Zhong, if you can't sing it to me, maybe I can sing better than you, otherwise Brother Jiang Yan will write you a song."

Xu Wenxue said with a grin.

"Roll the calves!" Zhong Fengyu rolled his eyes.

"Is this song really that hard to sing?"

Tian Junfeng couldn't help but ask, he was actually very envious of Zhong Fengyu in his heart, being able to get Jiang Yan's favor so much.

This is a song written by Jiang Yan, the quality is absolutely guaranteed, and the more difficult the song is, the higher the quality of the song, it means that the quality of the song is unimaginably high, if it is sung brilliantly, it will definitely be amazing.

Thinking of this, Tian Junfeng and his old partner Ma Xiaonan glanced at each other, and there were wry smiles on their faces.

Obviously, it is impossible for the two of them to get so much attention from Jiang Yan, Zhong Fengyu is young, but they are old, even if they become the king and queen of heaven, their future development is not as good as Zhong Fengyu.

After all, youth is capital, and a twenty-seven-year-old first-line singer and a thirty-year-old first-line singer, when there is not much difference in fame, a pig will also choose a young first-line singer.

"Record it again!"

Zhong Fengyu held his head high and was full of confidence, strode into the recording room, and Jiang Yan and the others put on headphones.

The desolate melody reached the ears, followed by Zhong Fengyu's vicissitudes of life, full of emotion.

When I walk here on every street

My heart never seemed to be at peace

...

Hearing Zhong Fengyu's singing, Xu Wenxue was silent.

He had to admit that he couldn't handle a hard rock style like this.

Not to mention him, there are no more than three people in the entire Huaxia who can control it.

The rock king Kong Xingteng, the palace-level Lu Letian, and the Zhong Fengyu in front of him.

"Not bad."

Zhong Fengyu's first recording made Jiang Yan very satisfied, emotions are contagious, and Zhong Fengyu did not sing the desire, hesitation, and struggle in the song in the previous recording.

Therefore, the song "Yanjing Yanjing" has lost its soul, and a song with no singing skills and no emotion will never reach a full score.

It is necessary to have both singing skills and emotions in order to resonate with people.

When Zhong Fengyu walked out, Tian Junfeng, Xu Wenxue and others spontaneously applauded.

"Jiang Yan's words are well written, and Feng Yu is also good for you to sing." Tian Junfeng did not hesitate to praise himself, and when he heard Zhong Fengyu's singing, he seemed to return to the era of hard rock style in the 80s.

"Sister Dan, I'll leave it to you next."

Jiang Yan turned his head to Zhang Dan and said.

"Don't worry, the propaganda thing is on me, the king and queen of heaven don't dare to guarantee the coffee position, but it is definitely the same as the coffee position of Fengyu competitors." Zhang Dan nodded.

On the new song list in March, according to statistics, there are 20 first-line singers competing for the list, and there are currently four known kings and queens.

This is destined to be an unquiet month, the king and queen must have been carefully considered, they want to suppress these veteran first-line singers, consolidate their position, and at the same time, let the official consider the number of kings and queens this year.

......

At home, Jiang Yan twisted the key and walked in.

Today is Saturday, and Father Jiang on the balcony is making tea and reading a book, enjoying the sunbathing by the way.

"Dad, where's my sister?"

Jiang Yan sat next to Jiang's father, and suddenly the air was filled with a faint fragrance of tea.

The older generation seems to fall in love with drinking tea when they get older, and Jiang's father is no exception.

"Let's go shopping with Yiran, you know, Luo Li and Yiran are inseparable sisters, as long as they are free, they will get tired of being together."

Father Jiang poured a cup of tea and put it in front of Jiang Yan.

"Yan Yan, it's been a long time since we've chatted alone." Father Jiang looked at the crowded street in the distance.

"yes."

Jiang Yan echoed.

Unlike the strict fathers and mothers of other families, their own family is a standard loving father and strict mother.

In Jiang Yan's impression, his father always looks like he is smiling, and he respects his mother very much, whenever the old sister makes his mother angry and her mother beats her, her father will stand up and plead.

My words are okay, although my mother is a strict mother, but I have been obedient and sensible since I was a child, and my mother can't be strict, so she simply opened up and treated herself as a loving mother, and treated her sister as a strict mother.

"When you were a child, your adoption was taboo at home, and if Luo Li dared to say it, she would definitely be beaten by your mother, because I was worried that you would feel uncomfortable and wronged."

Father Jiang took a sip of tea.

"It's different now, you've grown up, and this sentence is no longer taboo." Father Jiang closed the book and turned his head to look at Jiang Yan, with a kind smile on his face.

"Dad talked to you about something different today, and it was also my journey with your mother to adopt you."

"I have to admit that adopting you is selfish, your mother does not recommend getting pregnant again because of physical reasons, and Luo Li is going to marry after all, so I discussed with your mother and decided to adopt a child."

Father Jiang showed an expression of reminiscence.

"It rained a lot on the day you were adopted, you are the most special among so many children, and the other children are trying their best to please me, but you are the only one in a daze in the corner, do you know why you were chosen?" Father Jiang asked with a smile.

"Because I'm in a daze in the corner?"

Jiang Yan replied with interest.

"No, because your mom thinks the other kids are lively and easy to adopt, but you seem withdrawn and unlikable, and she's worried that you won't be adopted."

Jiang Yan was silent.

"On the day you fell unconscious with a high fever, your mother was in a hurry, crying and begging the doctor to save her child, your throat was broken, and your mother went around asking for medicine. Maybe it was from that time that I realized that adopting you is not to raise children to prevent old age, but to really treat you as my own child. ”

Father Jiang patted Jiang Yan on the shoulder.

"You are my son, I have nothing to do with your mother's son, only family affection!"

"Of course, when I was young, I often thought that it would be good if you married Luo Li, so that we don't have to worry about her getting married, and we can still be the same as now." Father Jiang is not serious.

The original touching atmosphere disappeared in an instant, and Jiang Yan drank all the tea in his cup.

"Time is evocative, you can never stop moving forward, occasionally standing in place and looking back, it's really evocative~"

Sitting on the recliner, Father Jiang hummed his favorite song, serene and comfortable.

Some people died, but not completely......