Grandpa is tired of this long-distance love run

After chatting for a few words, Chu Jianan couldn't help but yawned, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"You must be sleepy so late, go to the guest room and sleep." Yan Feiran asked, "Do you still have work today?"

Chu Jianan rubbed his eyes, "I'm not sleepy, I'm here to take care of Brother Fei Ran." Unlike him on the stage, his appearance at this moment is really extremely cute.

"I'm jet-lagged, and I'm sober now." There was an extra person in the family, and I suddenly felt angry.The symptoms of headache and sore throat have not been relieved, but Yan Feiran's spirit is better than before.

Chu Jianan shook his head, but Kenyi kept muttering that he wanted to take care of him, but his body didn't listen, and he fell asleep on the sofa with his head tilted.Recording songs is a very energy-consuming thing, and it is not easy to last until now.

Yan Feiran couldn't help laughing, he was indeed a young man, he could fall asleep as soon as he said he would sleep.

Then it's a bit difficult.

He is ill now, exhausted.It is not easy to get such a grown man to bed.Simply forget it, and you won't catch a cold if you turn on the heater left and right.

Yan Feiran moved Chu Jianan's legs to the sofa, used cushions as a pillow for him, and covered him with a blanket.

After all this, he was a little out of breath.

Well, if you make him a few years younger, it's just an illness, so how can he be so weak.

With the lights off, Yan Feiran sat in the dark night of the early morning.Fortunately, there was also a shallow breathing sound, which made him feel his own existence.

At this moment, as if he suddenly felt something, he walked to the French window of the living room and looked down.

Sure enough, at the same location, a white Maybach parked there quietly.The headlights of the car are bright, projecting a bright area ahead in this dark night.

Clean and pure white is the most healing.

The pure white car downstairs and the pure white boy sleeping in the house seem to have built a white palace, and Yan Feiran is in it.

It was clearly still that long winter night, but his state of mind had undergone an earth-shaking change.His temples were still throbbing with pain, but Yan Feiran felt that his brain was clear and it was worth singing a song.

He pushed open the window, letting the cold outside air pour in, taking away the body temperature that was scorching due to fever.After all, he was sick, and he couldn't help coughing violently when he was shocked by the cold wind.

There are three things that people cannot hide, cough, poverty and love, the more you try to hide it, the more you want to hide it. (1)

Afraid of disturbing the sleeping Chu Jianan, he went back to the bedroom and came out only after the cough stopped.In his right hand, he carried an acoustic guitar.

He just stood in front of the window, breathing the cold winter air, looking down at the white roof of the car, and gently plucked the strings.

This is a melody he has never played before, soothing and melodious.

It is like the whisper of a lover whispering in the ear, and like a warm wind blowing from the east, blowing gently in this winter night.It is like the sunshine shining on the clear spring, and it is like the first chirping of birds from the remote empty mountain.

The environment is born from the heart.

The sunroof of the Maybach was open, the screen of the laptop on the co-pilot was still on, and the phone was still in Sheng Jin's palm.But he had already loosened his fingers, and the man leaned on the headrest of the driver's seat, falling into a deep sleep at some point.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Chu Jianan turned over on the sofa to stretch his body even more.In his sleep, he seemed to be in a garden full of sunshine, with elves jumping and frolicking on the tips of the petals and grass, and a breeze blowing by.

Yan Feiran played this melody over and over again, until the long night finally passed, and a faint morning light appeared in the east.The sun has not jumped out of the horizon, and it has brought light to the world.

He took out the recording pen and put it on the window sill, recorded the melody, named it "White", and posted the news.

With the start of the first morning subway, it opened the prelude to a busy day in the city.

The street lights went out quietly, and steam was rising from the breakfast car.Office workers hurried out of the house, mothers led children with schoolbags on the zebra crossing, and sanitation workers cleaned up the fallen leaves from last night.Cars filed out from various neighborhoods and merged into the bustling streets.

Chu Jianan woke up in a daze, and stretched on the sofa.He touched the phone and saw that it hadn't reached the alarm time he set.

The living room was very quiet, and the curtains were drawn twice to block the sunlight from outside.

He woke up suddenly and sat up all at once.When did you fall asleep?Before falling asleep, it seemed that the curtain was still open.

Chu Jianan grabbed his hair, feeling annoyed.

He obviously came to take care of the teacher, but he did nothing but buy medicine.Taking a look at the blanket covering her body and the tightly drawn curtains, she realized that she was the one being taken care of.

And, I slept soundly last night.

Chu Jianan pouted, stood up lightly, and folded the blanket.I went to the bathroom to wash my face, rinsed my mouth with water, and then I had the time to look around the room.

Yan Feiran's home is gorgeous and comfortable.

In the middle of the living room was a large, thick, plush rug that he felt soft and comfortable to walk on, even in his socks.The large sofa filled with duck down is an exquisite and complicated Rococo art style, and the suede fabric brings a warm and comfortable touch.

The retro log bar separates a restaurant space, and a paper-carved lamp made of geometric lines makes this space look like an art gallery.

Even the walls in the guest bathroom are not common tiles, but are composed of crystal clear stained glass mosaics, which are gorgeous and exquisite.

However, Chu Jianan touched her nose, she was gorgeous enough, but she couldn't even find a cup, let alone disposable toothpaste, toothbrush and other utensils.

There is no trace of other people living here at all.

Apparently Yan Feiran does not live here, nor does he plan to let guests stay overnight.

It was really abrupt for me to rush in rashly.

He walked lightly to the master bedroom and quietly opened the door a crack.Seeing the raised curve of the figure on the bed, it was obvious that Yan Feiran was fast asleep.

I wonder if the teacher is better?

He hesitated and didn't go in.I found the key at the entrance of the living room, put on my hat and scarf, covered it tightly, went downstairs to buy breakfast, did not forget to buy a set of toiletries for myself, packed it up and took it away after use, and left it for Yan Feiran on the coffee table in the living room a note.

The teacher is obviously not used to having people living at home, so it's better for him not to cause trouble.

When Chu Jianan left, Yan Feiran was still in a deep sleep, completely unaware that a song he sent out in the early morning caused another uproar on the internet.

Of course, it was his fans who immediately discovered Yan Feiran's latest news.

Yesterday, there was an uproar about Yan Feiran's experience in Ansu Cave.His fans unite as one, and try to dilute the distorted public opinion trend by constantly releasing new content posts, such as video texts and other positive content, and strive to maintain his data and image.

In addition to them, there is also the public relations team under the command of Cui Xiaoru, who subtly guides people's discussions and prepares for the next step of public relations.

After fighting all night in the office, the computer screen was still on.

Suddenly, the data monitoring software lighted up, followed by a high-rising curve.It means that at this moment, countless people poured into Yan Feiran's Weibo, commenting and forwarding it.

A short-haired girl sat in front of the computer. She rubbed her eyes and realized that she was right.Clicking on another webpage and seeing the latest news posted by Yan Feiran, I couldn't help but gasped, feeling uneasy.

She remembered very clearly that Sister Cui said that Yan Feiran would not respond to any media and asked them to follow the established public relations strategy.

However, is it a response to publicly posting news on social media?

Glancing at the people sleeping in front of the computer, the short-haired girl connected her headphones and clicked on the audio of "White".

In just over a minute of audio, there are no vocals or other musical instruments, only the monotonous sound of the acoustic guitar, and the sound of the wind in the background.

But strangely, the sound of the piano and the sound of the wind blended harmoniously and accompanied each other.

What's even more peculiar is this melody, which is more soothing than relaxed and joyful, and more rhythmic than peaceful and calm.She doesn't know much about music, but she can also hear sunshine, clear springs, and birds, and she thinks of some wonderful memories.

After staying up all night, the originally exhausted spirit was injected with fresh vitality because of this piece of music.

Amazing!

She was obviously not the only one who felt similar.

On the way to commute or school, in the busy and sleepy morning, countless people wake up completely because of this melody, and put on headphones to feel the little beauty in life.

The last leaf on the treetops resisting the severe cold, the warm cocoa in the hand, a friendly smile from a stranger, the child bending over to pick up discarded plastic bags into the trash can...

Even in the harsh winter, as long as we have a pair of eyes that can discover beauty.

This is Yan Feiran's mood. He conveyed the emotion of being healed on a winter night through music, so that people can also be infected by this beauty.

With this kind of good mood in mind, the dynamic comments and forwarding volume of Yan Feiran's release of the "White" audio have skyrocketed with a terrifying geometric index.

At the same time, with the reprinting of various marketing accounts from the media, more people have heard this beautiful melody that people can discover.

Music is powerful.

【Ah, I was very unlucky 555 this morning. After listening to this song, I feel better】

[I have never understood why Yan Feiran has been popular for so many years, I understand today, he deserves to be angry]

[Brother Yan, save my dog's life!If I hadn't stopped to grab my earphones, I'd have fallen into the pit! 】

[Already single, today is a happy day]

[0.5 times to discover a new continent! 55555 sounds like crying, like dreaming]

Cui Xiaoru's public relations team is working hard to heat up the entry of #燕飞然白#, and the entry of #燕飞然新音乐好听哭了# has also quietly rushed into the trending search.

Even without Cui Xiaoru taking the initiative to invite, well-known music critics in the industry have released music reviews to comment on this melody.

It is almost unique that just a rough and unprocessed melody, not even a complete track, can receive such enthusiasm and unanimous praise.

Some media speculated that Yan Feiran used this piece of music to respond to the digging of his past by the outside world.

Some people in the industry believe that Yan Feiran wants to show that he can still have a peaceful mind under such circumstances, so as to calm the situation.

After all, the creator's music can't fool anyone.

Of course, some people think that his melody was created before, but he just picked the most suitable time to release it as a response.

Seeing these remarks, Cui Xiaoru sneered, they didn't understand Yan Feiran's pride and self-willedness.

The author says:

(1) From the novel "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabokov.