Chapter 134 Platycodon flower

Qin Heran thought she was worried about the choreography, so he subconsciously patted his chest and comforted her with a sense of responsibility: "Don't worry, Songsong! Even if you don't know how to choreograph, you still have me as a dance major.

People are here!"

"As long as you can dance along!"

Ke Lian, who had seen her singing and dancing skills, subconsciously thought that she was worried about dancing for the next performance.

He also squeezed her hand and comforted her in a low voice: "Just, it doesn't matter even if you don't dance well. I, a person with extremely poor flexibility, will help you hold the bottom."

Feng Yasong simply couldn't laugh or cry after being comforted by the two of them in such a ridiculous manner.

But he could only nod his head, walked down the slope and said, "Yeah~"

"With you two giving me assurance, I feel completely at ease~"

Chong Jingchen saw how quickly she became conscientious again, so he could only silently swallow the comfort that came to his lips.

Fidgeting with the laptop at hand, he said, "Does anyone have any questions? If not, we'll start listening to the music."

All four people shook their heads like rattles.

Chong Jingchen then moved the mouse and clicked on the song he had prepared in advance.

The next second, sad and melodious tunes flowed out of the laptop's speakers.

Like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining.

The listener is instantly drawn into the musical world he constructed.

Feng Yasong subconsciously closed her eyes and devoted herself wholeheartedly to feeling the deep emotion contained in this piece of music.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already three minutes later.

The few people in front of me all had a lost expression, and they were obviously put into an emo mood by this song.

Chongjingchen gave them enough time to adjust their emotions.

He waited until their expressions improved before asking, "How do you feel after listening to this piece of music?"

Lu Ruimo: "I feel very sad."

Song of Fengya also tastes some other emotions from the sad tune.

So she lowered her eyes and said thoughtfully: "I think the thoughts and feelings conveyed by this piece of music are very contradictory. There is a trace of hope hidden in despair, and there is strong love in sadness."

"It gave me the feeling that I had just watched a heart-wrenching love movie, with mixed emotions in my heart."

"But the specific reason is probably only known to the composer himself."

Qin Heran and Ke Lian are not very talkative, and the other is not very good at expressing themselves.

I can only nod like a chicken pecking at rice, agreeing with Feng Ya Song's interpretation.

The composer Zhong Jingchen lowered his eyes, his long and dark eyelashes like crow feathers cast shadows on his eyelids, and his deep voice was magnetic and affectionate.

He said: "This piece is called "Platycodon Flower" and it is me..."

He paused subconsciously, but then suddenly thought that the person he missed had long since turned into a handful of loess, and there would never be a chance to be hurt by the person he had been afraid of for decades.

He can express his love freely and boldly.

Although, everything is too late.

Thinking of this, Chong Jingchen evoked a wry smile and said in a very mocking tone: "I created it specifically to commemorate a deceased person."

As soon as these words came out, the melon-eaters in the live broadcast room immediately exploded.

[Holy shit, shit, shit! What did I just hear? Brother Zhong doesn’t want to pretend anymore, is he going to self-destruct? 】

[Holy shit! I thought my dead first girlfriend was just a joke made by the scallion pancakes! I didn’t expect you really had one? 】

[Teacher Zhong: Yes, I once had a deceased first love girlfriend. 】

[Ah ah ah ah, Teacher Zhong, don’t stop! Keep talking! I’m not short of this traffic! 】

[It’s okay for everyone to just play jokes about their girlfriends, but don’t be clever here at this time? I always feel that I don’t respect Teacher Zhong and the deceased.]

[Exactly! Teacher Zhong only mentioned the deceased and nothing else. I don’t know what those people were having fun with.]

[They just want to take advantage of it, and they don’t care about the truth, so naturally the more outrageous the news, the better.]

And in the classroom.

The moment Feng Yasong heard the title of the song, a thin figure automatically appeared in his mind.

He has an upright posture and is dressed in formal clothes.

In front of Fengya's tomb, which was filled with yellow and white chrysanthemums, a unique bunch of purple platycodon flowers were laid down.

After returning from the cemetery, Feng Yasong was curious about the identity of the mysterious man for a long time.

But she went through all the partners she had worked with in her mind, but she couldn't find one that matched the conditions.

I can only regard this matter as an unsolved mystery and bury it deep in my heart.

And now it seems...

Maybe that person has no connection with her, but simply appreciates her works and is a fan of hers.

So even if she pulled out all the men she knew in her previous life and compared them, she still wouldn't be able to solve the mystery.

Feng Yasong looked at the tall and handsome man in front of her, but what came to her mind was the way he held a black umbrella in his hand and sang about his first love tenderly and affectionately when he was on stage for the first time.

At that time, his mental state was far worse than it is now. He looked like a walking corpse that had been sucked dry by monsters. He was so thin that he was almost out of shape.

Feng Yasong was firstly overwhelmed by the joy of suddenly meeting her idol, and secondly, she had no interaction with Chongjing Chen in her previous life, either in life or at work.

So I didn’t dare to think in that direction at all.

If I think about it now...

Chong Jing Chen is actually very suspicious.

First, he has enough financial resources to support him in taking photos of sky-high-priced VIP seats for elegant funerals.

Second, on the day of Feng Ya's funeral, almost everyone in the entertainment industry went to express condolences, but he did not go.

Thirdly, judging from his comments on Fengya when he first appeared on stage, we can see that he is also a fan of Fengya.

Every line reveals an understanding and appreciation of elegance.

Fourth, even his figure, which was so thin that he was almost out of shape at the time, and the "Platycodon Flower" he created now to commemorate the deceased, are completely consistent with the mysterious boss who went to the cemetery to pay homage!

Feng Yasong doesn't believe that there can be so many coincidences in the world, happening to one person at the same time!

What puzzled her was that Zhong Jingchen looked fully armed when he went to the cemetery to pay homage to her. He obviously didn't want others to know that he was the VIP seat who paid a huge price to take photos of Feng Ya's funeral.

But he refused to attend the funeral.

Now why do you take the initiative to release the music you composed for Fengya, and don't care at all about the truth being revealed by the all-powerful netizens?

And it’s such a sad and touching song.

If she hadn't been the real Feng Ya herself, Feng Yasong would have doubted whether she had an affair with Chong Jingchen in her previous life!

One question after another emerged in Feng Yasong's mind, which burned Feng Yasong's CPU to the point of exploding!

[The condition of my family's illness has finally improved, but I feel like I can't stand it anymore. When I wake up, it feels like I've been choked by the King of Hell, but I haven't started to have a fever yet.

I hope I get an inspirational strain, and I can write tens of thousands of words in one night, and no one else can stop me!]
Chapter completed!