REMIX

Before arriving at the bar, we were still joking about whether Fei Na would be recognized by the fans wandering the bar.

The facts quickly confirmed the conjecture. From the moment she sat down, men came to strike up a conversation, take pictures, and invite her to drink without interruption. The number of invitations was overwhelming.

I went to report to He Gu, and when I came back with a delivery of plates, I saw him looking around the group of people gathered together, "Hey, isn't this girl so so! The one who has won several awards... is very cool, the photo I can't see it at all."

I used a rag to wipe off the water stains that I accidentally touched on the plate, picked up two glasses of Singapore Sling, and answered his questions before leaving, "Sister, I just hugged my thigh."

"...the legs are good."

So vulgar this man.

I brought the wine to Fei Na and Gong Junye's table, and there was a blushing little boy asking for a photo, stiff and shy sticking to her, she made faces at the phone camera, smiling sweetly.

Niche singers only affect a certain type of fans. Compared with mainstream singers with a large audience, the circle is much simpler. Everyone abides by the rules and does not cause much commotion.She is not a hot star, so she doesn't put on airs. As long as the request is not too excessive, Fei Na will generously meet it.

It wasn't until someone said that she wanted to ask her to sing a song here that she showed a slightly embarrassed expression, "Forget it...is this suitable?"

I went to ask for instructions on her behalf, but I didn't expect this fat man to be particularly sympathetic, "Why is it inappropriate, beauty, come one?"

Fei Na almost winked at him, isn't this just to make wine money for others?

"The accompaniment doesn't work."

She spread her hands, meaning that her congenital conditions were insufficient, and she couldn't achieve the beauty of an adult.

Unexpectedly, Fatty He cracked his abacus, and immediately went to the stage to pick up a guitar, sat on the high chair, flicked the pick a few times, strummed the strings, and sang: "Youain't the typeoflady that'sknowntofuckaround You're different from the girls I played with Keep your mind on your money and you ain't looking to settle down Girl, you keep it 100,100,100, 100, 100,100,100 That's why I give you $100 When you're around me Girl, when you come around me Girl, when you come around me

This is Fei Na's most famous cover song, almost everyone knows about it.

She couldn't put down the microphone in her hand anymore, and looked at him from the dim light, her eyebrows raised slightly.

He Gu closed the string, took the cigarette pinned to his ear and put it in his mouth, flicked the lighter, his face full of treachery and deliberation.

"That fat man has two brushes."

Sure enough, when I went to the recording studio the next afternoon, before work started, Fei Na expressed such emotion. "A member of the circle?"

I thought to myself, damn it, the fat guy has such a high score, and said, "He sang folk songs and rock, and taught me basic skills."

"But he doesn't sing now."

"yes."

I think everyone who really loves music will have such a heart of cherishing talents. When they hear that an excellent singer stops singing for various reasons, they will sigh with regret.

However, this kind of sentimental and sad appearance was a bit inappropriate. She coughed and returned to the topic, "Look at this."

I took a rough look at the lyrics she gave me. The song is called "Nian Po".

It sounds neither Chinese nor Western, neither fish nor fowl.

The lyrics and arrangement are not signed, and there are five pages in total.Except for the chorus and her own part, she marked the rest of the lyrics with a red pen, including the parts that require empty beats and harmony. Too conformist.

"Next, I'll teach you a few skills, such as swallowing, breathing, strength and weakness. Your task is to transcribe the lyrics for me today and tomorrow, without making any mistakes."

She imitated the pointer with a ballpoint pen and tapped her palms, "We'll try to harmonize the day after tomorrow—don't worry, I'm very strict."

"If you want to practice singing at night, I'll give you the key to the recording studio."

This is the first time I officially record a song. Perhaps in the eyes of those professionals, this is as common as eating and drinking, but here I don't allow myself to make a little mistake.

In the evening, after Fei Na and the people in the studio went back, I went downstairs to have dinner and used this time to tell Xia Jie and Gong Junye that I had made plans to stay overnight.

I think it's pretty cool to see a person trying his best to do something.

After almost everyone in the whole building got off work and the doorman was gone, I went back to the recording studio to string together words.After a while, I discovered that singing is much more difficult than it looks. I played the pure tone samples that Fei Na left on the computer desktop, and there was no one to imitate. I'm a little impatient.

After nine o'clock, I came out of the stuffy recording studio for an intermission, trying to get something to drink, when I heard someone knocking on the door.

I had a premonition in advance, but I was still a little unsure. When I opened the door, Gong Junye was standing outside.

My throat was dry and I swallowed, "...you are here."

He put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand supported the door frame. His eyes circled around the dark room and turned back to my face, his eyebrows raised.

I can't see his expression like this the most, it itch in my heart.

It looks like it's not serious, and it looks like it's about to do something bad.

"It's so boring to spend the night alone."

I shifted my body and let him in, "I have to practice the lyrics tonight."

"You practice yours," he said, "I just want to spend a little more time with you."

I didn't speak.

The lights in the room other than the recording studio were not turned on. He didn't think it was too dark, and he didn't sit down immediately. Instead, he pointed to the door and looked at me with his head tilted: "Are you thirsty? If I knew it, I bought water for you and brought it up."

I saw that he was going to leave, so I quickly stopped him, "I'll go."

"It's late at night, what will you do if you are so handsome and get robbed?"

It doesn't seem like me to be so oily, and I also feel awkward, and my raised hand hangs down again, grabbing the rough hem of the overalls.

But he looked at me and smiled straight, the corners of his mouth softened, with a hint of connivance.

"Ok."

In fact, I saw that he was tired. The frequency of blinking and the loose standing posture showed fatigue. When I thought of his work and socializing during the day, I didn't want him to run around anymore.

Stay up late with me too.

Even if it's a trivial matter, let me do something for him.

I really want to do something for him.

I didn't say any more, pushed open the door, took the elevator down to the first floor, the hall and corridor were deserted, the lights were on all night, no one was there, the temperature dropped at night, and the night wind was a bit biting.I walked quickly, jingling coins in front of the vending machine, and bought two cans of lemon tea, I don't know if he likes it or not.

Back upstairs, I unscrewed the door lock of the dark room. Just as I was about to talk, I found him leaning on the back of the sofa with his arms still folded across his chest, his eyes closed, and he was already asleep.

So I swallowed the words back, like swallowing a mouthful of tranquil warm water.

I stood in the dark for a while, using an ashtray to hold down the lyrics book on the table that was rustling in the night wind, drew the curtains of the side windows, and breathed lightly, lest I disturb the moonlight dormant on his eyebrows.

"It's hard to say, I believe you love more than me

The heart is sleepwalking, the loneliness rises into the sky into fireworks

Nostalgia for the world is for you, one thought breaks the world

Cheerful, clumsy, please let me go

Hey, whose flower are you

I'm a piece of velvet waiting for you to land"

This is so funny.I think, I have never had such feelings for a person. Every time I look at him, I feel like falling in love with him again.

The author has something to say:

I wrote the lyrics of the penultimate paragraph da (.-.ω'-) praise me don't stop!