Chapter 10

It was really beyond his expectation.

In the music library of later generations, Lu Wei sang many songs written by others.

However, Chen Feng doesn't pay much attention to Lu Wei and is not familiar with the development route of her works. He thinks she has always been like this.

Now he knows that Lu Wei only sang her own songs in the early days.

This seems to be responsible for her works, but in fact, she has been overdrawing her creative talent.

A person's talent also has limits.

Lu Wei is brilliant, but it can only be counted as once in ten years. There is still a gap with Zhong Lei's amazing talent, which finally became the invincible talent of hundreds of people a thousand years ago.

So Lu Wei came to the middle and late stage of her artistic career. As her soul dried up, she could only turn to singing other people's works.

This is probably why Lu Wei fell behind in the competition with Zhong Lei.

But now Lu Wei is still in the peak stage of creative inspiration and can reach the top for several years, so her agent Zheng Rou certainly has proud capital.

"I'm so sorry. Excuse me. Goodbye."

Seeing nothing to do, Chen Feng decided to leave decisively.

The more he hits the wall, the stronger his resistance is now, and his bearing capacity is increasing day by day.

At first, when he was rejected, Chen Feng would be lost and embarrassed, but with more times, his heart was numb.

Now he did not hold any hope from the beginning, and naturally there was no disappointment.

"Wait a minute."

Just as Chen Feng turned around, a clear voice came from behind.

Chen Feng turned back.

It was a woman in a blue dress, about 1.7 meters tall, very tall, with fair skin and a tall nose.

Her facial features are three-dimensional, her eyes are clear, and her temperament is unique, like an official lady who came out of the picture of ancient ladies.

Zheng Rou, the agent, immediately turned around and whispered, "Weiwei, why are you out? Go in quickly. You don't have to worry about this little thing."

Chen Feng suddenly realized that this must be Lu Wei.

Sure enough, as rumored, she took the fairy route of not eating fireworks among people.

She looks very approachable and doesn't look arrogant, but Chen Feng always feels that there is indifference in the other party's eyes.

Lu Wei didn't follow Zheng Rou's advice to leave. Instead, she stepped forward quickly and looked up slightly at Chen Feng. "The whole music circle knows how picky I am. You are the first creator who dares to sell songs in our company. I admit that you aroused my curiosity a little."

Chen Feng was very embarrassed.

Bad lines, too middle.

It gives people the illusion of being a domineering president in inferior idol dramas.

He dared to come simply because he had nowhere else to go.

He really didn't know that Luwei didn't receive songs, otherwise he wouldn't come.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Luwei walked back with her hands on her back, "I'll give you five minutes."

Looking at her back, Chen Feng took a deep breath.

The opportunity has been put in front of you. Whether you can seize it or not is in one fell swoop.

He quickly followed, and Zheng Rou, who was next to him, flashed to him, as if to keep an eye on him, like a thief.

In the simple studio with excellent sound insulation effect, Chen Feng gently fiddled with the guitar strings and sang softly.

Compared with those good voices, Chen Feng's voice sounds mediocre. If it wasn't for practicing more, there would be problems with the intonation.

In short, Chen Feng sang very generally. Lu Wei only listened quietly, but Zheng Rou drew a funny smile from time to time.

After singing the first half, Chen Feng stopped before the chorus began.

Luwei slowly opened her eyes. There were no ups and downs in her expression.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure this is your own song?"

Instead of commenting on the song, she suddenly asked a question.

Chen Feng was slightly surprised in his heart, but he remained calm on his face, "yes."

Lu Wei nodded gently, and her eyes slowly became meaningful.

Chen Feng showed her that his heart and hair were empty and he was not very confident.

He even began to doubt himself. When Zhong Lei wrote boring, he would not have communicated with Lu Wei in advance. Instead, he drew inspiration from Lu Wei. Did Lu Wei give the benchmark melody?

I'm in a trap?

"The style of this song is very novel and the lyrics are very interesting. It's a pretty good song."

Luwei finally spoke.

Chen Fenggang's heart just hung up, and then slowly fell, "thank you for your praise."

"But it's not amazing enough and it's not bright enough for me. In addition, your performance and singing level are also a lot worse, which is probably the reason why I couldn't be moved further. In short, it's good, but it's not good enough. So, I'm sorry."

Lu Wei is really good at talking. Compared with Zhong Lei, she is completely the other extreme. Her speech is watertight. Even if she refuses, it makes people feel no disgust at all.

Chen Feng was a little lost, even a little confused, but said, "well, I'm really bothered today."

He doesn't understand why it's not good enough for Zhong Lei to come to Lu Wei, who can establish the position of a hundred people in the Jianghu thousands of years ago.

Although this is only Zhong Lei's early work, it won't be heard. Don't you want it?

"Don't be sad, Mr. Chen. In fact, there are two reasons why I refuse this song. First, as sister Rou said just now, I basically only sing my own song. So let me buy someone else's song. This song must be good enough to brighten my eyes and accelerate my heart. Second, this song is a little cynical, with a relatively dark emotional background, and my music style all the time Some don't match. "

Chen Feng felt better. "I see."

"In this way, although I don't buy it myself, if I have friends in the circle who want to make a new album and want to collect songs, I'll recommend your song."

With that, Luwei looked away and yawned. She seemed a little sleepy.

Zheng Rouli, who had been standing nearby, took a step forward and said, "Weiwei, you didn't sleep well last night. You'd better go to dinner and have a rest early."

Lu Wei should come down and look at Chen Feng again. "I'm sorry, that's it first. Leave a call to sister rou. Sister Rou will contact you if you have a chance."

Chen Feng nodded and arched his hand. "Thank you. I'll go first."

He quickly picked up his guitar and turned away.

They walked away and estimated that it was time to get off the elevator. Lu Wei, who was still bleary eyed, regained her energy, covered her stomach and laughed.

Zheng Rou wondered, "what's the matter? Weiwei, what are you laughing at?"

"I really don't see it. This man named Chen Feng looks very manly, and there is a little girl in his heart."

Luwei said and smiled.

Zheng Rou wondered, "why do you say that?"

"There is a saying that words are like people. In fact, this sentence is more appropriate in music creation. Every song, especially the music creator who is responsible for writing words and music, is almost a true portrayal of his heart. The essence of writing a song is to spread out his inner world and broadcast it with music. For a creator, the greatest achievement is not fame, but more recognition , resonate with your inner world. "

"You think this song was written by a woman, so you just asked him if he did it himself?" Zheng Rou asked.

Luwei nodded, "yes."

Zheng Rou: "but I still sound quite atmospheric. Some Female Composers' works are also atmospheric."

Luwei smiled, "sister Rou, I specialize in art. I can't tell you clearly. It's a sense of smell that's hard to describe."

Zheng Rou smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Forget it. Anyway, I can be your agent. These are not my majors. It's ok if I don't understand them. But speaking, Chen Feng is still very interesting."

"Well, so I just said that it was serious. We can't fool her. I'll help him pay more attention later."

"Why help him?"

"I don't know. It's very interesting to see such a person with clear eyes and no distractions. And sister Rou, didn't you listen to him? He hasn't studied music before, and all of them are self-taught. The person who can write such songs by himself shows that he has strong creative talent. Maybe he will surprise me in the future?"

"That's right."

Chen Feng didn't know the conversation between the two upstairs.

He took what Lu Wei said about the introduction as a courtesy and didn't have any hope.

If Lu Wei really values herself, she should ask for her own contact information in person, or at least add wechat to each other, so as not to let Zheng Rou leave her own number.

He has seen so much of this sophistication that he is used to numbness.

He opened the book again and drew the last bar on the name of the reed studio.

He tried almost all the reliable music companies and studios in Hanzhou.

complete failure.

Chen Feng looked at the company's next schedule. It was almost the end of the year. Many landlords and tenants' contracts would expire, but they were busy.

He has a bitter heart and hair. Is it difficult for me to quit my job to be a floating day in order to sell these two songs? Or go to business and be a business float?

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality doesn't allow it.

Now, although I live in poverty, at least I have a stable formal job.

With two songs, I put down everything and embarked on the vast road of selling songs. Who knows what will happen in the future.

What if you can't sell it for a year and a half?

Wait to die?

Let's live like this first. We'll see if there's a suitable opportunity later.