After the divorce, the song "It's a pity it's not you" became popular all over t

But Chen Feng didn't respond, but raised his palm gently, as if changing his posture, and pressed Ling Bingyan's fingers under his palm very naturally, so that she wouldn't move.

At this time, her fingers were like the Monkey King who was held under Wuzhishan, unable to move.

At the same time, Chen Feng said: "It's possible to write songs, but it's getting dark now, does the band teacher have to work overtime?"

Han Lei heard that Chen Feng did not intend to refuse, and seemed hopeful.

"The band said that as long as there is a draft, they will practice."

Chen Feng let out an "oh".

"Okay, then you guys go back first, the manuscript will be sent to you later!"

Han Lei nodded, but Gong Yihong was not calm anymore.

She scrambled to her chair and stood up.

"Can you really write?"

Her face was incredible.

It's not that she has never heard of the legend of Chen Feng's songwriting.

But that is just a legend.

Legends are basically illusory.

She basically didn't pay much attention to it.

Gong Yihong doesn't dislike this kind of exaggerated publicity. After all, it's really not easy for a star artist to become popular without using some methods and means.

But she is a person who looks at strength.

She has heard Chen Feng's songs before, and they really sing very well, and the lyrics and music are also very good.

But this all requires a little scrutiny and running-in, instead of saying "you go back and wait."

There will be a performance tomorrow. If he can come up with a good song, he can practice without sleeping all night.

But what was scary was that after waiting for a long time, what was brought was a song that couldn't be sung, so it was a real waste of time.

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Chapter 252 I Don't Believe He Can Write It

"It's 6 o'clock now, if you come back at 9 o'clock, it's basically the same."

Chen Feng didn't take Gong Yihong's questioning look seriously.

No one would believe that this happened to anyone.

I have nothing to explain myself, as long as I can show her the song.

Not to mention that no one believed it, Han Lei believed it, otherwise he would not have come to Chen Feng.

Gong Yihong is a straightforward person, which is well known in the circle.

Whatever she wants to express inwardly, she will definitely say it.

She has this character and this strength.

Just when she was about to continue questioning Chen Feng, Han Lei stood up and pulled Gong Yihong to the door.

"Okay, Miss Hong, let's have something to eat and come back later to ask Chen Feng for a song."

Gong Yihong glanced at Han Lei, then at Chen Feng.

She understood that this was to give Chen Feng a step down.

Although I don't know the relationship between Han Lei and Chen Feng, I still have to give face.

Gong Yihong and Han Lei walked out of the room, Han Lei did not forget to turn his head and said to Chen Feng: "Xiao Feng, we will come back at 9 o'clock!"

boom!

The sound of the door closing sounded, and Ling Bingyan jumped out of the bed immediately.

"I'm smothered!"

Then she straightened her messy hair and asked Chen Feng at the same time.

"Why do you write songs for her? I can hear it under the quilt. She doesn't believe you."

Chen Feng took out a few pieces of paper left over from the afternoon and sat on a chair.

"I know her. She's not a bad person, she just has a straight temper. It's okay."

Chen Feng has never liked to care about those small details.

How about not believing?What about doubts?

Take out the works directly, and all the negative voices will blow away.

In the corridor, Gong Yihong and Han Lei walked side by side.

"What's your relationship with that Chen Feng? You defend him so much and let him write a song for me! Just kidding, how many hours can you come up with a song?"

"Sister Hong, you'll know after a while when you see the song. What he wrote will definitely refresh your ears."

Han Lei persuaded.

Gong Yihong snorted.

"Then wait and see."

Inside the room, Ling Bingyan asked: "Then I'll go back first, you write well, and I'll come to you again when I have time."

Chen Feng took her hand.

"It's okay, just wait for me here for a while, soon."

Chen Feng didn't want to waste his time with Ling Bingyan because of this matter.

Ling Bingyan nodded obediently.

In fact, she didn't want to go back, even if she worked quietly with Chen Feng here, she thought it was great.

Just like that, Chen Feng was sitting at the table writing lyrics and music, while Ling Bingyan was quietly half lying on Chen Feng's bed playing with his mobile phone, looking at his serious back from time to time, fascinated.

Time flies, and 3 hours are fleeting.

At exactly 9 o'clock, there was a sound at the door.

Just as Ling Bingyan was about to get under the quilt, she was stopped by Chen Feng.

"It's okay, I suddenly figured out just now, what's there to hide here, our business has nothing to do with others."

While talking, Chen Feng was still writing the score.

Ling Bingyan nodded, Chen Feng's words were not unreasonable, there was really no need to hide, she was too nervous just now.

After the door opened, Han Lei and Gong Yihong were obviously taken aback.

How did you become a girl?

"We went to the wrong house?"

Ling Bingyan waved her hands hastily.

"No, no, Chen Feng is writing songs in the house, I'll open the door for you."

At this time, Han Lei also reacted.

"You are Chen Feng's little girlfriend, right?"

Ling Bingyan nodded shyly, and then led the two into the house.

After entering the room, Han Lei and Gong Yihong first saw Chen Feng who was still writing songs.

Han Lei asked with concern: "How is it, Xiaofeng, how is the progress?"

"Come on, wait a few more minutes."

This song is among the songs brought by Chen Feng's previous life, and it is the most suitable song for Gong Yihong to sing tomorrow, not one of them.

Gong Yihong sat there with her shoulders in her arms, without saying a word, but her expression was filled with impatience.

"I'll wait for you for another 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, I will bring a song to the band. It is impossible for me to let so many people wait for you here with me."

Originally, Gong Yihong had a very good impression of Chen Feng, but he actually boasted that he was able to write future songs in such a short period of time.

Indeed, it is not impossible to finish writing a song, but this is the song she Gong Yihong wants to sing.

Gong Yihong's name has left a deep imprint on the hearts of people in this music scene and even in this country.

Gong Yihong's songs are not classic or unpleasant.

Therefore, this is also one of the reasons why Gong Yihong is not optimistic about Chen Feng. She will not use her reputation to perfect someone who dares to say that she can sing in a few hours.

"It's finished."

Chen Feng blew on the manuscript in his hand.

You choose your own name.

After finishing speaking, Chen Feng handed the manuscript to Han Lei and Gong Yihong, and then said to Ling Bingyan, "Let's go, let's eat, we're hungry."

"Ok."

Ling Bingyan didn't hesitate. Although Han Lei and Gong Yihong's names were well-known in the music scene, she was not familiar with them, so she would naturally follow Chen Feng.

Han Lei smiled and waved his hands.

"Go, go, come back early, let's continue our research."

Gong Yihong looked disdainfully, and hummed softly.

"What level can a few hours of singing have."

She didn't intend to do this on purpose, but felt from the bottom of her heart that Chen Feng would only waste her time if she couldn't write a classic song.

Thinking about it, Gong Yihong didn't care whether Chen Feng and Chen Feng left or not, and glanced at the lyrics on the manuscript.

"It was autumn."

"The wind is so lingering."

The lyrics are very ordinary, nothing amazing, it seems that what I said is true, it is just a waste of time.

She originally wanted to complain to Han Lei before leaving, but when she looked at Han Lei, she found that Han Lei had stopped staring at the manuscript.

What does this word mean.

Following Han Lei's gaze, Gong Yihong continued to look back at the rest of the manuscript.

"Reminds me of them."

"Those helpless eyes."

Well, these two sentences plus the two just now really fit the current state of the capital of Shu.

It seems to be a lyrical song.

"It's just that beautiful scenery."

"A place of companionship."

"I heard a loud bang."

"Shaking through the valley."

This lyric is like the beginning of a story, which makes the listeners can't help but want to learn about the content behind it.

The same goes for Gong Yihong.

After the loud noise, Gong Yihong's mind has already begun to emerge what it will look like.

At this time, she didn't know that she was about to start to walk into this song.

Downstairs in the hotel, local residents have already started to set up street stalls.

People eat for food.

The post-disaster reconstruction cannot be completed in a short time, but the food is indeed something that you will miss if you don’t eat it all the time.

In the stall, Chen Feng and Ling Bingyan were sitting at the table of the stall, waiting to eat.