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Chapter 161 Chapter 160, Blocking is worse than unblocking

It was 10: in the evening when Jiang Feng returned to the resort room. After taking a shower in the bathroom and wearing pajamas, he prepared to go to bed.

"Dangdangdang..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, as expected, the tall Wang Fei was standing at the door. She was quite persistent, and the first thing she asked was:
"Jiang Feng, what was the name of that sexy song you were humming on the way back to the resort?"

"It doesn't really have a name. I just saw those girls standing on the street in the alleys and hummed a few lines out of inspiration. Until now, I still don't have a clear concept in my head."

In fact, Jiang Feng regretted humming the tune of "Punishment of Impulse" on the way here. Daolang is a musician that I particularly like. I admire him very much. He is definitely an idol among idols. I can basically sing every one of his songs myself. But I can't copy his works because he is a very upright musician!

For example, the musical work "Lu Nan Ke" he composed to commemorate the Sichuan Army makes me cry every time I listen to it.

"Oh…"

After hearing Jiang Feng's explanation, Wang Fei just responded and didn't say much. After all, singers who have created music works know this feeling. Sometimes when inspiration comes, they can write a very advanced work within 10 minutes.

But sometimes I do get inspired, but I get stuck after writing just one measure of the melody, and no matter how hard I try I just can’t come up with a whole piece of music.

Ok…

This is probably the situation of Jiang Feng now.

Thinking of this, Wang Fei walked into Jiang Feng's room, closed the door, and looked at him with a smile on her face.

"Uh…"

Seeing this, Jiang Feng reached out and scratched his head.

It was agreed just now that this beauty would stay in the same room with Yu Feihong tonight, but now, just after settling down, she sneaked into her room. It didn't seem right.

But before Jiang Feng could figure out how to start, Wang Fei spoke, stroking her hair.

"Feihong drank a little too much, so he went back to his room, took a shower, and went to sleep.

Before going to bed, I told her that I came here to ask Jiang Feng for a song, and that I might have to compose one temporarily at night. Otherwise, why don't you come with me to Jiang Feng's room to avoid being seen and gossiped by others?

But Feihong didn’t come. She thought that people who create music are crazy because they play and dance and scratch their heads. So I came by myself.”

"I want a song... What song do you want?"

Jiang Feng was a little confused. Didn't he give you an English song before coming here? Why do you want more?

Seeing Jiang Feng frowning, Wang Fei immediately explained.

"A Feng, a senior executive at EMI, heard the demo of my song Dancing with Your Ghost and felt it was more popular than my first English song, The Day You Went Away.

So they planned to let me try to release a music album in the European and American markets. It doesn't need to have too many songs, just 4 will do. In addition to the two songs I just mentioned, there are still two more. Otherwise, Feng, can you help me write some more?"

Having said that, Wang Fei smiled gently, kicked off her slippers, stretched out her arms, hugged Jiang Feng's neck, and then moved her sweet lips closer.

"Ah Feng, it's up to you whether you write the song or not. I'll do it. Actually, I'm just doing the job for my managers Sister Ying and Sister Kuan. You can see that I've tried my best to invite them to sing.

But you have to have me tonight."

…………

When it comes to water management, it is better to drain than to block.

This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients over thousands of years.

The knowledgeable white-robed monk, who has traveled around the world with his master since he was a child, naturally understands this principle, but dredging rivers also requires methods and techniques.

The embankment is so long and the river is so wide.

You must find the entry point accurately. If you find the wrong location, you are very likely to go the wrong way.

I wanted to find a way to sail, but I ended up with a lot of dust.

Fortunately, the white-robed monk, who had many years of experience in flood control, knew that he had come to the right place just by looking at the muddy and overgrown road ahead. As long as he cleared the blockage, the torrent would be able to rush down from there.

Standing at the intersection, the white-robed monk took two deep breaths, pushed aside the weeds on both sides, took a clear look at the swamp in front of him, and then jumped in.

…After midnight, the moonlight outside the window was very bright.

The light poured into the room through the glass windows and shone on Jiang Feng and Wang Fei, giving a very romantic feeling. The air conditioner was turned to 26 degrees for heating, and the temperature was just right. Even though the two were naked, they still felt very comfortable.

Very tired.

Lying on the bed and dozing off for a while, Wang Fei reached out and patted Jiang Feng beside him.

"Do you have any cigarettes?"

"No, you know I never smoke."

"Well, Jiang Feng, how about you go out and buy me a box? I smell like you all over me now. If I sneak back to Yu Feihong's room, she will definitely be able to smell something with her sensitive nose."

"Don't go."

"why?"

"I want to persuade you to quit smoking but I can't find a way, so how can I take the initiative to buy you cigarettes?" Jiang Feng curled his lips, sat up from the bed, and turned on the light in the room.

The light is a bit dazzling.

Wang Fei covered his eyes with his hands and asked, "What? Are you trying to chase me away?"

"You want an English song, don't you? I'll write one for you. Two songs are impossible because I've been acting in TV dramas lately and I don't have any feelings."

"Well, I'll take one if it's good."

In front of the person she likes, Wang Fei is not at all pretentious, and will never force him to do anything he doesn't like.

"Oh, by the way, Jiang Feng, my best friend Yehenala Ying liked the song "Sell Out" and said she was willing to pay twice the price and asked me to transfer the money to her.

But I didn’t sell it, because I also liked it very much. You basically wrote about my spiritual journey during a certain period of time.”

"Well, thank you!"

"Why are you thanking me?" Wang Fei was a little curious.

"I really hate your best friend Yehenala Ying, so thank you for not selling my song to her."

As he spoke, Jiang Feng put on his pajamas, sat at the table in front of the window, and took out paper and pen from the hole in the table. The reason why Jiang Feng had these two things in his room was because he usually had to analyze TV scripts.

"Oh, so you really want to write a song. What song are you going to write?"

Wang Fei felt curious and came behind Jiang Feng without wearing any clothes. She put her arms around his neck naturally and intimately.

“I’m holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
......"

Wang Fei is good at English. Looking at the words written by Jiang Feng, she can start translating silently in her mind.

I hold on to the hope you gave me

It leaves my feet hanging in the air

I can hear what you said

But I can't get back to you

The lyrics are well written, look beautiful, and the emotions are very delicate, but I don’t know how this song should be sung.

Wang Fei was just thinking when Jiang Feng spoke.

"Sister Fei, the name of this song is "Apologize", which is your favorite rock music. When you ask Zhang Yadong to arrange the music, tell him that the arrangement of this song should be different from other rock music. The neater the strings, the better, and the simpler the melody, the better.

Well, I will sing it to you now, you listen to it, and then you can learn the music yourself."

Having said this, Jiang Feng stood up from his chair and started speaking.

“I’m holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
......"

(End of this chapter)