417. Chapter 417 There is a kind of love that can be drilled seamlessly [10]
"Thank you, I will." Luo Xiaoqian replied, her eyes noticed the unpredictable smile on Jiao Yang's face, and she was suddenly startled.
When this guy heard that she was going to make an album, he wasn't surprised at all. Could it be that he wrote that song for her?!
He studied classical music since childhood and played the piano well. Later, he switched to the pop music circle. Over the years, he has become famous in many singers and bands in the United States. Although he has never heard of anyone writing songs, such a person,
He is definitely very talented in music.
That person specifically stated that the song was written for her. Before, she had always thought that except for Leng Zimo, she really couldn't think of anyone with such talent who would want to write a song for her.
But now, seeing Jiao Yang, she suddenly thought of this possibility.
This person is fully capable of this and has this possibility.
Because I was worried that Leng Zimo would object, I sent the song to the company in that way.
But, those lyrics were about love... This guy was just friends with her, how could he write such lyrics?!
"Jiao Yang..." Luo Xiaoqian tried her best to sound like a casual question, "Have you ever written a song?"
"I haven't written it before, but..." Jiao Yang turned around and looked at her with a smile, "If necessary, I won't introduce you to my first time!"
"No, no, I can't afford it." Luo Xiaoqian quickly looked away and continued eating, "I'm just asking."
"Ha..." Jiao Yanglang laughed out loud, "I'm just kidding, but I have really tried it recently, but my Chinese is still not very good, so I can only do the composing part first, and others will have to fill in the lyrics.
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So, is it really him?!
Luo Xiaoqian added vegetables to the pot, "Besides the piano, you must also know many other musical instruments, right?"
"I know a lot about percussion and string instruments, and I know a little about fur..."
"It's fur, right?!" Luo Xiaoqian laughed.
"Yes, it's fur."
"When you say percussion, do you mean drums or something like that?" she asked again.
"Well, I like to play drums, especially some more ethnic percussion instruments, such as the northwest waist drum..."
"Or, African drum?"
Jiao Yang nodded, "I also like the African drum. The drum is a very passionate instrument. I think it looks like me!"
At this point, Luo Xiaoqian became more and more certain that the song was undoubtedly written by Jiao Yang.
As expected of a good friend, in order to help her write songs, I even thought of this for her.
Touched in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian took the cup again and greeted him seriously, "Jiao Yang, I respect you, thank you!"
How could Jiao Yang know what she was thinking, "This time, why?"
Since he didn't want to admit it, she certainly wouldn't expose him.
"Everything, everything you have helped me, I am very happy to have a good friend like you." Luo Xiaoqian said.
good friend?!
An imperceptible dark color flashed in Jiao Yang's eyes, but the cup in his hand was already brought over and touched her lightly, "'Friends, you're welcome.' Since we are friends, you and I don't have to be polite either!"
You're welcome, my friend?!
Luo Xiaoqian drank the juice and pondered these words, and suddenly figured out what was going on. She burst out laughing and spit out the juice in her mouth uncontrollably, "You...ha...Jiao Yang, you...
...Ha...you made me laugh so hard..."
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Can anyone guess, my friend, you’re welcome, what it is?
