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"How many floors of the pagoda were broken? Whose soul was broken?"

"The pain went straight to a broken lamp and the collapsed mountain gate"

"Let me wait a little longer for history to turn around."

"When the wine is fragrant, I'm waiting for you to play a piece of guzheng"

"..."

Zhou Chengjie frowned, as if in deep thought. For some reason, he always felt that the lyrics of this song seemed to be telling a story.

"Brother Jie, what do you think of this song?"

Hearing Luo Ziyi's question, Zhou Chengjie hesitated and said: "It's very good. It's definitely a classic of Chinese style, but I have a vague feeling that this song is about something."

"Yeah, I feel that way too."

"I have to say that this guy's creative skills are terrifying. His lyrics and music are so perfect. I don't know where Lin Xun got the confidence to think that he can win the two awards of Best Arranger and Best Lyricist."

"Haha, if it were before, Lin Xun should really be able to win those two awards." At this point, Luo Ziyi stared at the familiar figure, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes, "But it can't be done now, with Chen There is no hope compared to Feng this kind of monster."

"Well, you are right. Before Chen Feng became famous, Lin Xun was definitely the top singer-songwriter in the country. Unfortunately, his time has passed."

On the stage, Chen Feng was completely immersed in the song, unconsciously inserting himself into the song.

“It’s raining heavily, and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown.”

"I heard you are always alone"

"The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots."

"What echoes on the stone slabs is wait"

"..."

"I remember." Zhou Chengjie slapped his thigh fiercely, "If my guess is correct, the inspiration for this song should come from the Buddhist historical book "Jialan Ji" in the Northern Wei Dynasty. No wonder it feels so familiar to me. "

Hearing what he said, Luo Ziyi suddenly realized: "Yes, I have heard that story too."

"I didn't expect that he would turn an ancient love story into a song. It's amazing."

. . .

If the lyrics just now were only vaguely familiar to everyone, then the following lyrics completely confirmed many people's guesses.

“It’s raining heavily, and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown.”

"I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city"

"The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell in that wild village"

"It's us who are the root of fate."

"..."

As a singer-songwriter, Lin Xun looked stunned. He had read quite a few books, so he quickly figured out the background story of the song.

"Damn it, how on earth did this guy do it, integrate the entire story into the song?" Thinking of this, his face became more and more gloomy.

"Brother Xun, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Wang Yang, who was beside him, saw that he didn't look well and thought that the other party was not feeling well.

However, at this time, Lin Xun could not think about others. He was staring directly at the stage. He had already felt a strong sense of crisis from Chen Feng.

Most of the other well-known lyricists at the scene also recognized the origin of this song and secretly sighed, "This singer named Chen Feng is indeed worthy of his name. This song alone surprised them."

In the live broadcast room, a small number of netizens revealed the creative background of this song on the barrage.

"Damn it, Chen Feng's new song is so awesome."

"If I guess correctly, his song should be derived from a story in "Jialan Ji","

"Yes, that's awesome,"

"This creative ability is really amazing."

"It has to be Chen Feng's song, so it sounds more profound."

"..."

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Chen Feng finished singing this song (Fireworks Easily Cold), and then returned to his seat.

Before he sat down, he heard Zhou Chengjie ask in a low voice: "Is your song from the story in "Jialan Ji"?"

"yes."

"how did you do it?"

"That's it, just read more books."

Hearing this answer, Zhou Chengjie cast a look of contempt at him, "You kid, don't show off the ink in your belly. I must have read more books than you. You didn't sing a few words just now, so I just listened." Out."

"Hehe." Chen Feng laughed twice and then said: "Brother Jie is awesome. This song is indeed telling a comparable love story. It is probably about a royal general in the city who met a woman by chance. The two fell in love at first sight and had a private relationship. However, at this time, the general was recruited by the imperial court to fight on the border. In the years of war and chaos, the imperial capital Luoyang had been reduced to ruins and dilapidated. In the end, the woman stayed with the general and became a nun. After the general returned from the storm, he found the woman. She had already passed away at the ancient Jialan Temple where she became a monk. People told the general that there was a woman waiting for him here."

Zhou Chengjie curled his lips at him, "I know this story, I'm just curious how you came up with the idea of ​​adapting it into a song?"

"I just thought about it. I wanted to write a love song a while ago, but I didn't have any inspiration. Then I flipped through some ancient books. I was deeply moved by this story, so I just adapted it into a song.", Chen Feng He said this without blushing and without a beating heart, and most people probably wouldn't be able to tell.

Luo Ziyi suddenly asked: "Why did you suddenly think of writing a love song? And it was so sad."

"I do, you bite me."

"Boom, boom, boom," Luo Ziyi made a terrifying teeth-gnashing sound. She really wanted to step forward and bite him twice.

"What do you want to do? You're not serious, are you?" Chen Feng glanced at her in horror, then quickly stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Not far behind him, Zhang Ruowei had been observing his movements. When she saw him suddenly walking away from the field, she hesitated for a moment and followed him.

. . .

After recuperating, Chen Feng just walked out of the bathroom when he saw a coquettish figure standing not far away, staring at him.

"How have you been these past few years?"

"Huh? Are you talking to me?" Chen Feng looked around in a pretentious manner, then pointed at himself.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Zhang Ruowei's eyes, and she asked, "Do you really not remember me?"

"I'm sorry, miss, I think you may have recognized the wrong person." After saying this, Chen cover walked straight past the other party without expression.

"Chen Feng, stop pretending, I know you still remember me." Zhang Ruowei stared at his back with a struggling expression on her face, and then she mustered up the courage to shout these words.

Chen Feng didn't stop and said without looking back: "I'm sorry, I think you may have recognized the wrong person. I am no longer the Chen Feng you remember."

"Is it because I left you without saying a word?"

"It has nothing to do with that. Please don't bother me. I have no interest in you. I have a girlfriend and I love her deeply. I don't want her to misunderstand."