back to innocence

Fang Menglou was very surprised and asked, "Have you heard his song?"

Ms. Wen nodded and said, "Your boss brought me the video back then." She laughed, with a little tenderness and nostalgia, "Your junior sister and I caused a lot of trouble back then. .”

Fang Menglou was a little puzzled.

In his opinion, Fei Yi is really talented.Ms. Wen can recognize who sang it as soon as she hears the singing, which shows that Fei Yizhen's voice is special and highly recognizable.

But since Ms. Wen has already heard Fei Yizhen sing, such a bland reaction is not normal.

Fang Menglou couldn't help asking, "What do you think of him?"

Ms. Wen said with a smile: "Whatever you think, I think so."

"In this case--"

"Why did I see Lie Xinxi, right?" Ms. Wen took Fang Menglou's words and said, "Because he didn't want to. Although I also think his talent is very good, everyone has something they want to do , This child's heart is not in singing. I am engaged in a career I love, and I can't force a child to do something he doesn't like."

Although Fang Menglou became popular, he was in the same line of thinking as Ms. Wen, and immediately disagreed and said, "I don't think he doesn't like singing. And there are some things, how do you know if you like it if you haven't tried it?"

Ms. Wen herself also had this kind of thought. In fact, even now, she always had some fluke thoughts, thinking that if Fei Yi was really willing to get in touch with singing more, maybe he would have become interested in it.

So instead of arguing with Fang Menglou on this aspect, she asked instead: "The disc you brought was recorded by Yizhen? Why did he suddenly go to Times to record songs? What happened?"

"No." Fang Menglou was stunned for a moment before explaining, "This is a private song disc that he rented a recording studio to record. He said he would give it to his classmates before graduation. The copyright does not belong to the era."

Ms. Wen was suddenly surprised: "The copyright does not belong to the era, why is the above song in your style?"

Fang Menglou: "..."

He sent it to his door for free to ask Fei Yi if he could really sing.

Fang Menglou cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Although it doesn't belong to the era, I think Fei Yi really has a good background, and it is worthwhile to make some pre-investment. This kid wants to make a commemorative card for his classmates and teachers." I will make a good one for him. No matter how you look at it, since he uses my work, he must accept my love, right?"

Ms. Wen smiled immediately: "You have grown up after being out of society for a few years. Did you just come up with this idea?"

Fang Menglou also laughed immediately: "Don't you be so sharp? Am I not learning little by little? One day I will be able to be independent."

Ms. Wen nodded and said, "You're right."

She said: "Although I haven't had much contact with him, I can also see one thing. Yi is really a good boy. If you treat him well, he will appreciate it."

After sitting in his car, Fang Menglou rubbed his forehead.

In fact, in his eyes, Ms. Wen really had a good impression of Fei Yi, and she would not refuse to bring one more student after thinking about it.

The matter of confirming whether Fei Yizhen was willing was immediately put on the agenda.

Although Mr. Cheng also reminded him before, Fang Menglou really felt at that time that such a big child would definitely not be able to resist the temptation to shine brightly on the stage.How many children didn't have a star dream when they were young?

However, after Ms. Wen said this to him so solemnly, he was shaken again.

In any case, this kind of thing is the most direct way to ask yourself.

So when he handed over the finished sample disc to Fei Yizhen, he asked Fei Yizhen directly while he was auditioning the effect: "Yizhen, do you want to be a singer?"

Fei Yizhen raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and then replied almost without hesitation: "I don't want to!"

Fang Menglou froze for a moment.

He thought that he would be rejected, but he didn't expect to be rejected so quickly - Fei Yizhen never said these two words for more than a second.

He stayed there for a while before asking stupidly, "Why?"

After asking this question, he quickly added another sentence: "Don't you like singing? Don't want many people to hear your song, do you like your song?"

Fei Yi said with a real smile: "It's quite tempting to say so. But..." He dragged out his voice, and there was a big turning point, "After thinking about it carefully, I don't want to!"

Fang Menglou asked: "I don't understand what you mean. Are you worried about something?"

Fei Yi really thought about it, organized his words, and said, "Let's put it this way, I don't hate singing, and I quite like it. If I heard a lot of applause when I was singing on the stage, I would also feel that I am happy, I feel happy. However, although I like it, it is not enough to be willing to carry it as a profession. Even if I feel happy because of the applause, it is not the vanity that ordinary people would have. I did not become The determination of the singer."

Fang Menglou heard this and said, "But you have that kind of talent! You have the ability to be a very good singer, why don't you give it a try?"

Fei Yizhen said: "Try is an easy word to say, but there are some things that need to bear corresponding responsibilities even if you just try - I will not try this kind of thing casually, I can record a disc at my own expense. Very satisfied."

Only then did Fang Menglou realize that his evaluation of Fei Yizhen in his mind was obviously wrong: "I thought you were a person who could do whatever he wanted."

Fei Yizhen laughed, and asked Fang Menglou: "Brother Fang, do you know the difference between acting recklessly and doing whatever you want?"

Fang Menglou didn't understand why he suddenly compared the two, and tentatively replied: "The latter makes sense?"

Fei Yizhen shook his head, and then said seriously: "It means not to cause trouble to others, and to be able to take responsibility for one's own actions. If a person cannot be responsible for his own actions, then he is not doing what he wants, but acting recklessly .”

Fang Menglou was shocked.

Fei Yizhen said: "If I become a singer, singing will become my profession. As a profession, I naturally need to take responsibility for it, such as vocal training, rehearsals, publicity, and even public criticism and dissatisfaction. I have to take responsibility. Of course, these are nothing, because this kind of request is not too much for a professional singer. As long as I love singing, I can bear all these and let them promote my progress."

"However," he turned his head sideways, and Fang Menglou smiled, "the problem is that I don't love it so much. On the contrary, I love books and school more. Although writing also keeps me busy, I can learn from it. It’s more fun. Maybe singing makes people feel happy, but it also comes with more troubles, and it’s not the career I want most.”

"So, although you are sorry, brother Fang, I don't want to be a singer."

Then he put down the lemonade, took off his earphones, and said, "Brother Fang, I'll take the song back home and listen to it slowly, okay?"

Fang Menglou replied instinctively: "Okay."

Then when Fei Yizhen started packing his backpack, Fang Menglou finally read Fei Yizhen's thoughts, grasped the main point, and said, "You mean. You don't hate being a singer, but you hate being a singer." trouble, right?"

Although it roughly meant this, Fei Yi really felt that this explanation was a bit biased, so he said: "I don't mean that. I just want to say that my interest in singing is not enough for me to overcome the responsibilities it brings. point."

Fang Menglou said: "What if there are no such troubles!?"

Fei Yizhen raised his head and said "ah?", at a loss.

Fang Menglou said: "If you don't want to deal with publicity, rehearsals, and live performances, it's very simple. You can just record discs like this time. We can sign one disc, instead of doing live signings and concerts. Be a pure singer."

Then he paused, insisting, "You'll still have to take basic singing training though, but I promise it won't take up a lot of your time."

This time it was Fei Yizhen's turn to be stunned.

After a long while, he tugged on the headphone cable of the CD player, and said helplessly, "Brother Fang, you are really persistent. It sounds good to say that, but...do you have to do this?"

Fang Menglou said: "Yes! Tip, whether your Brother Fang can stand out or not depends entirely on your decision."

Fei Yizhen laughed suddenly: "It's too exaggerated."

Fang Menglou was very solemn and said, "It's not an exaggeration. You go back and think about it carefully. I'm serious."

Leaving Fang Menglou's persistence aside, Fei Yizhen took the song disc home, and after listening to the singing on it for a while, he couldn't help becoming a little narcissistic.

He knows that his songs are good, but he has gotten used to his own voice for more than 20 years, no matter how good the singing is, he has become accustomed to it, and he doesn't think there is anything special about it.

Hearing his own voice on a high-definition CD for the first time, Fei Yizhen himself was surprised.

—is this me?

It sounds more like a familiar and unfamiliar "other".Most of Fang Menglou's songs are soft and lively, sometimes with a little sadness, and Fei Yizhen's singing has the same sentiment, so unfamiliar that he feels an electric current passing up his back.

It turned out that when others listened to him singing, they heard such a voice.

Fei Yi really thought about it, and couldn't help humming softly along with the music.

The driver listened for a while, and after he stopped, he suddenly said, "Yizhen, your brother sings so well, you can become a singer."

Fei Yizhen was stunned, and then asked with a smile: "Brother Li, do you also think I should sing?"

The driver stopped the car at the entrance of the complex, then stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, and said, "I think the boss will deduct my wages for saying that... But Yizhen, your song is really good, you can sing it two more times. Let me record this sentence. I will play it for my mother when I get home, maybe she will forget about the backache.”

Although the driver's good words were not fancy, they really praised Fei Yizhen.He smiled and took out the sample disc in the CD player, put it in the empty disc box, and then gave it to the driver.

"No, Brother Li, here it is. Go back and tell Aunt Li. If her back pain is really cured, I will accumulate merit."

Then after the car stopped, he hummed a little tune and opened the door, and ran into his courtyard slowly.