The Strongest Son-in-law: God-level Choice

Ji Feng's words are very beautiful, of course, this is not the point. An Menglan has been paying attention to what Ji Feng wrote. She sat opposite Ji Feng and looked upside down with some difficulty.

Ji Feng is still writing.

But An Menglan couldn't help it, she stood up, walked around the table, sat on the chair next to Ji Feng, and looked at Ji Feng.

Generally, young and beautiful women will not sit next to men who are not close. Even friends who have been friends for many years, between men and women, will not sit next to each other, so as to prevent the other party from misunderstanding anything. so many.

Her thoughts are all in Ji Feng's lyrics.

Moreover, she has such a personality, she is so straightforward and casual! It's fine, what's there to worry about?

Ji Zhan has written the lyrics, purely by hand. The total number of lyrics is about 400 words!

Then start composing.

All kinds of labels!

Haochen even marked where the true and false voice conversion was needed to make sure that the lyrics were too detailed.

It took about half an hour in total, and Ji Feng wrote all three pages of A4 paper, with various circles and lines, indicating various labels, and it looked full of the feeling of "draft"!

Done.

Ji Feng put away the pen, put on the cap, turned to look at An Menglan and said with a smile: \"That's it!"

He moved a few pages of paper to An Menglan.

An Menglan picked it up and started to look at it from the beginning. She kept talking while watching, but her voice was so small that it was difficult to be heard.

Ji Feng took a sip of coffee and turned to look out the window.

An Menglan was already on the second page, and subconsciously made a humming sound. She was looking for the feeling. In the part of the chorus, her toes were still subconsciously on the ground, she was looking for a rhythm.

The door was slammed...the sleeves were empty...-the sun of the past...not on his face, his vicissitudes...-desperate hope.

An Menglan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

As a very professional musician, it is easy for her to substitute herself into the emotions of music. Now, she already knows what Ji Feng's song is about. It is about a mother who is waiting for her husband or son to join the army. Home, day after day, waiting for the knock on the door of Ruo's house, and finally the war is over, people are back, but they are full of injuries and disabilities, and the man who used to be very sunny on his eyelids has become a soldier who has experienced vicissitudes of life!

He experienced despair, but also ushered in hope.

Ji Feng's "Ringing" doesn't have any gorgeous rhetoric. The lyrics are very simple and simple, but with the melody, it really makes An Menglan feel a little uncomfortable!

This is a "story" that expresses the cruelty of war! In essence, it is naturally an anti-war and a call for peace. I don’t know how long it has been.

An Menglan suddenly made a slightly louder voice, and then if she stopped her voice instantly, this was an instinctive reaction out of her upbringing, and she couldn't sing in a western restaurant.

An Menglan was so focused that she finally "woke up" at this moment. She raised her head, looked at Ji Feng and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ji..." Then she looked around again and found out! There are more and more people in western restaurants.

Since it was past eleven o'clock, guests naturally began to come during lunch time. Many guests had already noticed the superstar An Menglan and looked towards An Menglan.

They all saw An Menglan sitting with a young man.

"How is it? Are you satisfied?" Ji Feng asked An Menglan with a smile.

"Well, it's well written." An Menglan said, but she was a little uneasy, and looked around again.

Because there are too many people. Celebrity troubles!

Although people who come to eat here are all people with identities, and no one has come to disturb them yet, but if there are more people in a while, it is very likely that someone will come to take a group photo or sign an autograph.

Moreover, it is very possible for someone to secretly take pictures and post them on the Internet. An Menglan, who will create scandals, does not like this unnecessary trouble!

Looking down at the manuscript in her hand, An Menglan raised her head again, looked at Ji Feng and said, "Mr. Ji, is it convenient for me to go upstairs? There is a piano in the room. I want to try this song now."

An Menglan invited Ji Feng to the room!

She didn't think too much about it, she just had to change the place, she would be surrounded by onlookers, and she really wanted to try to sing "Knock" now, she could feel it was a good song, but after all How good it is can only be judged by actually singing it.

"Okay!" Ji Feng nodded, agreed, and smiled at An Menglan again: "Wait for me at the elevator."

An Menglan reacted, and then she understood what Ji Feng meant.

The two cannot walk together, they will be noticed.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Ji." An Menglan also smiled at Ji Feng, then she took out her mask and put it on, and got up with the manuscript.

An Menglan left the western restaurant first.

Ji Feng gestured to the waiter nearby, paid for the coffee, then got up and left the restaurant, walked through the long and luxurious corridor, and came to the elevator in the guest room area.

An Menglan was standing over there, because she was wearing a mouthpiece when she came out, and the new people she met, but no one recognized her and they entered the elevator.

An Menglan swiped the VIP card and went upstairs.

The fifteenth floor, the presidential suite!

The presidential suites of the Jiahua Hotel are all equipped with piano rooms!

This room was arranged by Li Xuan for An Menglan. As a pop star singer, An Menglan gave her the piano room presidential suite, which was a very thoughtful arrangement.

An Menglan took Ji Feng into the presidential suite

Ji Feng stopped after passing the entrance, put one hand in his pocket, and glanced at the living room of the presidential suite, it was luxurious and beautiful!

An Menglan, on the other hand, walked to the sofa quickly, took off her high heels, put on slippers and took off her mask, then turned around and gestured towards Ji Feng, "Mr. Ji, here."

She took Ji Feng to the direction of the piano room.

In fact, she didn't need to signal Ji Feng to come to the right. The copper calyx was placed in an open room, and on the other side was the lighting balcony, which could be seen directly.

An Menglan walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat in front of the piano.

The reason why she changed her shoes was to play the piano. Wearing high-heeled shoes and stepping on the pedals under the piano was very uncomfortable, not impossible, just uncomfortable! Flat shoes are the best, slippers are fine too!

An Menglan is professional! She is proficient in piano and violin.

"Cough!" An Menglan set the manuscript up, opened the piano keyboard cover, put both hands on it, cleared her throat and took two deep breaths, and her state was quickly adjusted!

She is about to start! This song makes her can't wait!

After the prelude to the clear and cold piano piece, An Menglan spoke up and sang "Knock" with her highly recognizable and magnetic noise.

This song! Play and sing!

Although this is the first time to sing this anti-war song, Ji Feng's composition is very clear. From the singing level, An Menglan will not have any problems. Whatever Ji Feng wrote, she can sing Ji Feng. Standing aside, listening to An Menglan's singing.

After about a minute.

Ji Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and took away the first page of the manuscript standing on the piano. It was time to change the pages. An Menglan forgot to spread the three pages!

Although she sang very well and played very well, but Bi Jing only got the lyrics and music of this song, and it was impossible to memorize it without mistakes.

She needs to play and sing while staring at the manuscript.

More than two minutes passed

Sing.

An Menglan frowned slightly because she didn't feel right.

"I'll do it again." An Menglan said.

In her state, she was very focused, and Ji Feng also had a lot less unnecessary customer work, and the cold Gang Qianqin sounded again!

An Menglan sang it again!

Immediately after the third time!

Fourth time!

She was always frowning, just not satisfied, not dissatisfied with the song, but dissatisfied with herself, she felt that she didn't sing the feeling that she should have!

"Why do you play it wrong every time?" Ji Feng suddenly asked.

"Huh?" An Menglan, who was about to start the fifth time, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Ji Feng. She paused and asked, "Mr. Ji can hear it?"

"Every time I miss a few notes, how can I not hear it." Ji Zhan laughed, and added: "How about I come, you sing and I play, you may need to stand up to have enough breath."

An Menglan reacted again, and then asked Ji Feng in surprise: "Mr. Ji still plays the piano?"