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Chapter 425 Chapter 425: Writing Children's Songs
Feng Cheng glanced at him indifferently, and tapped his fingers on the table twice: "There is no need to pay attention to this kind of person, as long as we make our own songs well."

This kind of thing can't be right or wrong even if you scold it.

Netizens have already decided so, and it is difficult to reverse their thoughts with a few words.

The most direct way is to prove myself in this performance.

Let those black fans have nothing to say.

It will affect the mood more or less.

But the boss is right.

If they showed up now, netizens would not listen to them at all.

Everything is based on strength. After this episode of the program is broadcast, you will see the real chapter.

With a candy in his mouth, Tang Yi felt a little anxious, and tapped his fingers on the table twice: "What are you writing?"

Xu Bochuan sat there expressionless: "I haven't written a composition for a long time."

Tang Yi was amused by his brother, and smiled: "You can write it as a composition, anyway, the boss has the ability to compose a song for you."

Tang Yi glanced at Xu Shengxiang, his peach blossom eyes curled up in laughter: "Baby Xiangxiang can't write a nursery rhyme."

Xu Shengxiang: "..."

You only write nursery rhymes, and your whole family writes nursery rhymes.

Feng Cheng was wearing a black shirt, with a handsome face with a clear outline, which was unusually clear under the light, handsome from every angle, not like a real person.

He sat there nonchalantly, playing with a silver lighter in his hand.

I am really quitting smoking recently, so I have to hold a lighter to enjoy myself.

Tang Yi had a new idea: "How about this, let Ah Cheng concentrate on composing the music, and the three of us will write one each, see which one is better, and revise it together."

After all, there are only 48 hours until the public performance.

The creation time must be controlled within 24 hours, and details, rehearsals, and singing must be deducted in the later stage.

Time can be said to be very tight, and division of labor and cooperation should be the most sensible.

Xu Shengxiang nodded: "I think it's okay."

Xu Bochuan: "That's it..."

Feng Cheng also agrees, this is the best way, he doesn't need to write lyrics, and it won't be exposed so quickly.

Each of the three found a corner and began to concentrate on writing lyrics.

Feng Cheng put away the lighter, picked up a guitar, sat on the window sill, and began to play slowly.

Xu Shengxiang sat in front of the table with his back straight, a pen in his mouth, and wrote from time to time.

Tang Yi was sitting next to her, occasionally asking a few words: "Baby Xiangxiang, what do you think of what I wrote here?"

Xu Shengxiang glanced at it roughly: "It's pretty good, but the last line of the lyrics doesn't make sense, let's think about it again."

After Tang Yi finished writing, he felt the same way. The two of them thought of going together, so they immediately lowered their heads to study again.

Feng Cheng sat on the window sill, staring at her in a nonchalant manner.

She has always been like this, she is very serious in everything she does, has a strong learning ability, and is very smart.

Looking at the girl's figure, his heart inexplicably became very calm.

Just looking at her like this, I also feel that the years are quiet, and a string of very beautiful melodies suddenly popped up in my mind.

Feng Cheng narrowed his long and narrow black eyes, lowered his head, and played a few notes lightly with his bony fingers.

With a hook on the corner of his lips, he quickly filtered the inspiration that flashed in his mind.

Pick up the paper and pen next to you, and write down the song just now.

After repeated scrutiny over and over again, it became more and more perfect, and the music became richer.

(End of this chapter)