Chapter 102

"Congratulations, you won the best Lyricist Award in the 21st Chinese song list. I'm a little bird!"

As the host handed the trophy to Han Fei, the whole scene exploded. Although the best lyricist was not as eye-catching as the best male and female singer, this award is much more important than "them" for the whole music world. Now what the Chinese music world lacks most is not singers, but creative ability, especially for those first-line singers, If you want to establish your position in the music world, a representative song is the most basic requirement.

"Who is he?"

"I need all his information."

In almost a minute, major music companies targeted Han Fei. In their eyes, this young man is no longer a simple lyricist, but a golden chicken that can lay golden eggs.

And what everyone didn't expect was that when Han Fei just took the trophy and didn't have time to respond, the host said mysteriously: "does anyone want to know how old the one standing next to me is this year? 20? 22? 24?"

“22。”

"22 is going crazy? At least 24? But this guy is really tender."

The audience looked at Han Fei's dress and felt that he should be very young, but no one would guess at the age of 20. I'm afraid the best lyricist at the age of 20 is not going crazy?

Han Fei was actually surprised. At first, he really didn't understand why huagebang held himself so much. Even if there was Huayan in public relations, he didn't figure it out until now.

In fact, huagebang has no choice but to do so, even if it was once one of the most authoritative music awards institutions in the mainland. After all, it has been closed for ten years, and most fans have long forgotten that there is such an award ceremony.

In order to regain the attention in the stormy Chinese music world, it is necessary to have an explosion point. At the right time, Han Fei appeared in the vision of the organizers. Therefore, there was such a "God making" activity.

Here, I have to admire the host's resourcefulness. Just after watching Han Fei's performance for just a few minutes, I planned a series of "scripts" for the host.

"In fact, no, as far as I know, Han Fei is still a sophomore in school, is he under the age of 20?" the host smiled at the corners of his eyes. He was ready to hear the shock, exclamation and inhalation of the audience.

Sure enough, the audience didn't disappoint him. I never thought Han Fei was so young and the best lyricist under the age of 20. Should he be the only one in the whole Chinese music world?

Finally, when Han Fei said his acceptance speech, to tell the truth, he was not excited. It was false. Standing on the stage with the trophy, Han Fei's hands trembled slightly.

"In fact, when I was sitting at the bottom, I kept thinking whether everyone would only say: Thank you when they got to this place."

The audience was amused by Han Fei's "award-winning speech" which didn't play according to the routine. Many insiders were also laughing. The on-site guide was also doing things. All kinds of snap shots had just come on stage to receive the award and said a lot of "thanks" to artists.

Han Fei smiled and shook his head. "Now I'm standing here, and I find that there's nothing to say except to thank this and that..."

"Hoo ~ ~ ~" the audience immediately booed.

Yang Kexin also stood up and made a face at Han Fei. She didn't think that a plane seat was facing her. She immediately put it on the big screen. Sister Ru saw it and gritted her teeth. She wanted to go up and drag the dead girl back to ravage (teach) it.

"In fact, I wanted to thank you, but I thought again that I didn't seem to have any fans, and then I didn't have any support from my predecessors. This award seemed to be obtained by virtue of my own talent..... Why did I suddenly feel like a failure?" Han Fei spread his hand and made a helpless expression.

"Woo ~ ~ ~ haha ~ ~ ~ this boy is so funny."

"No, I can't stand it. It's shameless."

Generally speaking, the award-winning speech is only a few minutes, because the audience will feel boring if they talk too much. However, the audience should not be tired of seeing the effect of Han Fei's award-winning speech.

Le Jianming and you Qingsong look at each other with some helplessness. They put aside their credit together with the boy? But when you think about it carefully, Han Fei really deserves the award. It can be said that [I am a little bird] is one of the best works they have seen in recent years.

"Well, well, that's all I want to say. My name is Han Fei, and I speak for myself." Han Fei's face is filled with a confident smile, his right hand raises the best lyricist trophy, and the whole person is full of youthful vitality.

I don't know how many cameras' memory was murdered at one time. The whole venue is a vast expanse of white, which makes people unable to open their eyes. The reporters are happy. There are too many explosive points in tonight's award ceremony. Writing casually is enough to report for a period of time, which is comparable to the Chinese New Year!

The audience is also happy. No one wants to hear people's bitter hatred and say some soul poisonous chicken soup. Everyone is nothing more than entertainment. After listening to almost the same speeches of many stars, they are suddenly captured by this young man full of youthful vitality.

Han Fei returned to his seat. Before he could sit down, Yang Kexin grabbed the trophy in his hand. Looking at the degree of her infatuation, it inexplicably made Han Fei think of a term - playing it.

"Eh ~ ~ ~ can you pay attention to your image? Your saliva is running out."

Yang Kexin shook his little fist menacingly: "I want you to take care of it. Hum, I'll have a best female singer trophy one day!"

"Hmm ~ ~ ~ if the trophy can't be placed in my house, I'll put it in your house......" the Korean side was hit hard at his waist before his voice fell. However, at this time, the camera was aimed at him and could only resist the pain and show an ugly smile.

"The next award is also the last big award of tonight's award ceremony - the best composer award." if it was the host, it saved Han Fei in deep water. Yang Kexin's attention has been completely attracted, so he can't care about Han Fei's cheap mouth.

The audience's attention also reached its peak at this moment, and the final six finalists flashed on the background screen. Only one song title - the first in the world, and the composer Han Fei was written below the song title!

"Sleeping trough, is it him again?"

"Isn't that awesome? He composed this song, too?"

"More than that, I searched the Internet. He is the author of the three lyrics of [memory], [I am a little bird], [first class in the world]

So in the applause, Han Fei stood up and didn't forget to give Yang Kexin the trophy of the best lyricist he got before. But when he appeared in the center of the stage, he said, "sorry, everyone, your ass hasn't been hot yet... I'm coming again!"