Chapter 8: Why don't you follow the script

　　Chen Feng sang.
　　His voice has no characteristics, and his singing skills are undesirable.
　　He sang this song with his broken gong throat, it was purely violent.
　　 But he is very self-knowledge, so he spent a lot of time to practice this song in the dream.
　　 Although he doesn't sing very well now, he barely reaches the level of KTV Maiba, and can show the charm of this song in three out of four.
　　 "Broken wine glass\Noisy people pile\On this cold night\A few people are alone and drunk
　　You smile, my makeup is too strong\I laugh, you can’t understand\If you don’t have more blush\How can I sink into the daydream..."
　　Chen Feng sang very hard.
　　 He only looked at Zhong Lei's expression at the beginning of singing.
　　 Well, really, it was destined to meet, this song is for her, look at her small expression, how intoxicated.
　　Do you dare to look down on me?
　　 Zhong Lei was indeed shocked.
　　 At first, she even vaguely regretted that she shouldn't satirize Chen Feng like that yesterday.
　　 Others have real skills.
　　No matter how well he plays and sings, Chen Feng's demonstrated first-hand creative ability is worthy of admiration for Zhong Lei, whose number of mature works so far is zero.
　　 Zhong Lei asked himself, he can't write such a song now.
　　 But... her face gradually faded after hearing it.
　　 The lyrics of this song are a bit strange!
　　Finally, Chen Feng sang the chorus part, which required soaring treble, and had strict requirements on singing skills and voice. He didn't try hard, otherwise it would be embarrassing to break the tone.
　　 His singing and playing stopped abruptly.
　　Since I want to sell her the song, of course I can’t finish it all, so I should keep my hand.
　　 Chen Feng consciously up to now, should be enough to lure her to hook?
　　Chen Feng was putting on his guitar slowly and pretending to look at Zhong Lei with an implied look.
　　Worship me!
　　 Admire me!
　　Hurry up and hug my thick thigh!
Uh……
　　 Never thought that this clock bud looked at his eyes, and it seemed that he wanted to punch someone?
　　 "What do you think of my song? I haven't finished singing, if you like..."
　　 "Chen Feng! You are enough!"
　　Zhong Lei interrupted him suddenly, his teeth crunched.
　　Chen Feng was stunned, "Ah? What happened? What happened to me?"
　　 "Chen Feng, I don't need you to look at me, you don't need you to sympathize with me, but I don't allow you to satire me! I warn you, this is the last time you harass me! Bye!"
　　Zhong Lei suddenly dropped this ruthless word, and then knocked away Chen Feng, and the door closed and left, leaving Chen Feng alone in the wind in a narrow passage.
　　 He couldn't understand what was going on at all. Why was it okay first, then suddenly it exploded again?
　　You Beethoven is too moody!
After 　　 walked out of the door, Zhong Lei's face was still flushed with blood, and she seemed very ashamed.
She whispered in a low voice, "Yes, I am now singing in the bar. I am writing, I am humble! But you can't commit to writing a song to satirize me? You still write so well, I actually really Moved? I am really a neuropathy, and you are also a neuropathy!"
　　 Yes, she thought Chen Feng wrote this song just to mock and satire her work.
　　 She was originally inferior and lost because of being a singer in the bar. After hearing the charm in Chen Feng's lyrics, she suddenly became ashamed and angry.
　　 I really can't complain that she is moody, and changing to a normal woman should also be in this state. Chen Feng himself patronized and wanted to sell songs to her, forgetting this key node.
　　 At this time, Zhong Lei was at the lowest point of her life. She couldn't see hope. She hadn't been able to get through that level of mind and reached the stage of breaking cocoons into butterflies.
　　 is already sad enough in the bar, and every day has to fight with those who covet her looks, she is extremely bored, cynical, but helpless.
　　 Now she can't accept anyone's strange eyes, with a layer of hedgehog-like body to wrap her lonely heart firmly.
　　 Zhong Lei's anger lasted until he got on the bus, which eased slightly.
　　 Deep in her heart, but inexplicably a bleak.
　　 A person who has never looked at it, a person who was only ironically ironic by himself yesterday, has such amazing creative talent.
　　 He shouldn't have thought of mocking me, right?
　　 Perhaps it was because of what I said yesterday that made him dissatisfied, so he only wrote the song in one day?
　　 Me...... Why am I not so talented?
　　Zhong Lei's anger just now was actually a bit jealous and unwilling.
　　She looked away and watched the traffic outside the bus.
　　 She really didn't want to admit it, but in fact she felt a little sorry in her heart.
　　 It's a pity that I didn't finish listening to this song.
　　I don't know what kind of loop is behind the chorus part, and what kind of tone will be changed in the loop. Will his next lyrics be less unpleasant, and will the irony be less intense?
　　 The lyrics of a song should have an inheritance, and emotions should have a progressive.
　　 He doesn’t always laugh at my whole song, right?
　　 blames him. If he finishes singing in one breath, I might be able to bear it.
　　 How do you finish singing the first half of the depression, it's gone!
　　 Unfortunately, there is no chance to listen now.
　　Chen Feng was sitting on the stool alone at this time, sulking.
　　He was completely at a loss.
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　　 Isn't this a song you wrote yourself!
　　 I sing to you, it is ready to take you to fly.
　　 Shouldn’t you be touched by your song?
　　Why don’t you make such a big fire according to the script?
　　 Which nerve do you sting again?
　　 Where do I look down on you?
　　 was unfavorable to the teacher, and gave "Boring" to the original singing plan.
　　 But Chen Feng was not very disappointed.
　　He originally gave Zhong Lei a chance.
　　Zhong Lei gave up on his own, so Chen Feng would feel more comfortable selling the song to others.
　　 It's just that things have become a little bit more troublesome. Chen Feng is not an insider in music. He doesn't know any insider, and he doesn't have any reputation. For a while, he doesn't know how to sell, and he can only try his luck by force.
　　Sing yourself?
　　Chen Feng didn't think about it, it was a waste of resources, and it was purely violent.
　　Hanzhou City is located in Jiangnan Province. As the capital city, it has a resident population of more than 10 million. Although it is not comparable to the first-tier cities like Tiandu Shangdu and Huacheng, it is also among the second-tier cities in the country.
　　The city of Hanzhou attaches great importance to the cultural and creative industries. As early as five years ago, it became the largest cultural and creative industrial park in Asia.
　　After several years of development, thousands of companies have settled in the industrial park, covering fields such as film and television drama creation, animation, games, literature, new media and music.
　　The annual output value of the entire industrial park is as high as tens of billions, and now it has become the hallmark of Hanzhou City.
　　Weekend, Chen Feng wearing a suit appeared in the downstairs of Building 8, District D of the Industrial Park.
　　 He was carrying a guitar on his back, his expression slightly bleak.
　　 has been back from the dream for more than a week, and this week, he had a bad time.