The disciple listened, nodded, glanced at the auditorium seats written on the paper, and then left the backstage directly, then walked down from the side of the stage to the audience VIP seat, and walked in front of Yan Feng. Now the audience was all
Listening to Lan Yan's funeral, most people didn't notice Chen Xi's disciple.
When the disciple walked up to Yan Feng's seat, he was stunned for a moment and then whispered: "Did you create this poem?"
After hearing this, Yan Feng nodded and said, "Yes."
After hearing this, the disciple looked at Yan Feng's age and felt a little doubtful. However, he thought that the most popular author of Feng San Pian was only in his twenties. It would be hard for him to have a god-level lyricist born in the 1990s.
It wasn't anything too surprising, so I was relieved.
Then he said: "My teacher would like to invite you to the backstage. Is it possible?"
At this time, Chen Pingting said: "Aren't his lyrics very good?"
After hearing this, the disciple said directly: "How can you use the word "good" to describe this? Mr.'s lyrics are definitely classics handed down from generation to generation. The master lyricist is not at this level. What's even more surprising is that the master wrote in a short poem.
It was created in just eight minutes. If I can finish the lyrics, then another song that will become popular throughout Asia will be born."
After hearing this disciple's comment, even though Chen Pinting was mentally prepared, she was still surprised and speechless. Then the disciple continued: "Sir, please come to the backstage. Master wants to see you.
Originally, he should have come in person, but he is old, so he asked me to come over and invite him."
Even though he said he was offered the job, how could Yan Feng still refuse? He said directly: "Okay."
Yan Feng then stood up, left his seat, and followed the disciple backstage.
A moment later, Yan Feng appeared on the backstage. When Chen Xi saw Yan Feng, she was stunned for a moment before saying, "Did you fill in that poem, little friend?"
Yan Feng heard this and said, "Yes."
"It's true that a hero emerges from a boy, but I haven't finished filling in the word "little friend" yet. Can I continue?"
One-third of the word he just wrote was already written, but the beginning and the tone had been established, and it was very easy to continue writing, so he had almost completed the remaining two-thirds in his mind just now.
, Now that Chen Xi has spoken, Yan Feng said: "Of course."
After hearing this, Chen Xi immediately asked someone to move a stool for Yan Feng to sit on, and then served him with paper, ink, pen and inkstone. Yan Feng took up the pen and wrote the remaining two-thirds of the lyrics, with perfect connection.
In the remaining two-thirds, the essence of the song is perfectly interpreted.
When Yan Feng finished writing the lyrics, all the composers present looked at Yan Feng with bright eyes. A good composer is not afraid that he was born in an era with many master composers. He is afraid that there will not be an excellent lyricist.
People explain their own music, and this is what Chenxi is like.
Since Fang Shan's death, Chen Xi's works have basically been ignored, so Chen Xi mainly engaged in music education in his later years and trained a large number of disciples. If Yan Feng can agree to write lyrics for Chen Xi's songs, then Chen Xi
He will definitely be able to make a comeback, and Chen Xi's disciples like them will definitely be more popular in the music composition industry.
And to put it further, with such a talented lyricist, there is no need to worry that in the future they will create outstanding music, but there will be no one to fill in the lyrics that explain everything.
After a long time, Chen Xi said: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Hello three times in a row, which shows how satisfied Chen Xi is with Yan Feng's music. The others also had expressions of deep approval, and then Chen Xi said: "I wonder what your name is, little friend? Are you interested in playing with me?"
Old man, do you want me to cooperate?"
Yan Feng listened and said: "Junior Yan Feng, what kind of cooperation does the old gentleman mean by cooperation?"
Chen Xi listened and said: "Of course I compose the music and you write the lyrics. If you have good lyrics, I can also compose the music for you, how about it?"
Yan Feng listened and said: "Of course, if the old gentleman has any good music, I can try it."
After hearing this, Chen Xi nodded with satisfaction and said: "Okay, this song "Burial of the Moon", which complements my little friend's lyrics, is finally perfect. Can you give it to my niece Lan Yan to sing? In terms of price, definitely
I won’t treat you badly.”
Yan Feng heard this and said, "Okay."
"Okay, Xiaosi, let Lan Yan come backstage immediately and let the guests she invited sing two songs first."
Chen Xi's fourth disciple listened, nodded, and then went to the front desk. At this moment, a song had just ended, and Lan Yan was about to say something. Xiao Si walked to Lan Yan's side and whispered:
"Master, please come backstage and let the guests sing first."
Lan Yan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then nodded, and then said to the audience: "The next song is brought to you by my senior brother Wu Yingjun. Thank you all."
After saying that, Lan Yan bowed and exited, while Wu Yingjun, who was wearing a black jacket, walked up. Wu Yingjun lived up to his name, not handsome at all, with a thin body, a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and a cat face with a thunderous mouth.
It couldn't be more appropriate to describe it. I even played the role of Sun Wukong before.
However, although Wu Yingjun looks a bit ugly, he has a very nice voice. He sang an Eastern Dragon with sonorous force and passion.
Lan Yan came to the backstage, and then she saw Yan Feng, who hated the concert so much that she gritted her teeth. Then Lan Yan said directly: "Why are you here?" After hearing this, Chen Xi immediately asked
He frowned and said, "Xiao Yan, please don't be rude to Mr. Yan!"
Although Lan Yan spoke very directly, he was not an unreasonable person. After hearing what his uncle said, he put away the anger in his heart and said, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
Chen Xi listened and said, "Next, try singing this song."
After hearing this, Chen Xi handed the lyrics revised by Yan Feng and the Moon Burial song to Lan Yan. Lan Yan also looked at the lyrics casually, but only looked at the first sentence. Lan Yan's casual expression
Then he completely disappeared, staring nervously at the lyrics above, excitement, excitement, disbelief and other expressions flashed across Lan Yan's face.
After a long time, Lan Yan said: "Perfect work, uncle, did you get the inspiration?"
Chen Xi listened and said: "How is it possible? This poem was composed by little friend Yan Feng in the previous eight minutes. Little friend Yan Feng is the most talented person I have ever seen. Facing such a talent
, your company shouldn’t be stingy, right?”
After hearing this, Lan Yan was stunned. He looked at Yan Feng in surprise and said, "It's actually him?"
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