Chapter 190: how to speak
Chapter 190 How to speak
A beautiful and beautiful melody.
Psychedelic, erratic, long and short, luxurious and romantic.
What Xia Ling sang was the single "Fireworks" designated by Xia Yu for her. This song was produced by Feng Kun. It is also the only song Feng Kun has produced for anyone other than Xia Ling in more than ten years. song. Xia Yu thought that no one could sing such a difficult song well, but she never imagined that the opponent in front of her was her own sister, a perfect partner who had worked with Feng Kun for ten years. If there was only one person in the world who could sing If you like Feng Kun's songs, then this person must be Xia Ling.
Although it is the first time to sing this song.
But Xia Ling is familiar with Feng Kun's style and understands every link of his succession and transition. "Fireworks are as cold as pictures, and the years have disappeared... Fireworks are reflected in your eyes and can be seen to the end of the world..." Her singing voice, every word, is exciting.
The audience in the audience was mesmerized and silent.
The song ends, and the lingering sound lingers.
Xia Ling elegantly lifted the hem of her white skirt and bowed.
Only then did everyone react, and the applause burst out and lasted for a long time.
“It sounds even better than the original song, incredible...” an audience member murmured.
“What’s better than the original song? It’s obviously a million miles ahead of the original song!” another audience member retorted.
"Ah, it's so beautiful. It would be a waste for a singer like Ye Xingling to give Wei Shao a voice. She is a natural fit for Feng Kun. Feng Kun's lyrics and music seem to be tailor-made for her!" said the third audience member. .
“Ye Xingling, with Feng Kun!”
“Ye Xingling, stay with Feng Kun!” The scattered shouts gradually formed a wave.
Xia Ling is speechless. Now she finally understands how Wei felt when he walked on the red carpet. The waves of shouts were really... very stressful.
"I...I'm already with Li Lei." She held up the microphone and said weakly.
The scene was filled with screams and whistles. Oh my god, this was the first time she had admitted her relationship with Li Lei! Wasn't there some rumor this afternoon that she denied it? The situation in front of me... is very clear!
“Ah, ah, well done, Xiao Ling!”
“Be happy with BOSS!”
“Abandon the BOSS and go to the Emperor!”
“Fengkun is suitable for you!”
“Our Feng Kun belongs to Ah Wei!”
The whole scene was in chaos, and it had turned into a big fight between Tianyi fans, Emperor fans, and various artist fans. Everyone was so excited that they waved their hands and shouted out their support for the pairing.
Although Xia Ling has a lot of stage experience, she obviously has insufficient experience in dealing with scandals. She was a little intimidated by everyone's enthusiasm. She was at a loss with the microphone and gave Feng Kun a guilty look.
The host jumped out at the right time and handed the microphone to Feng Kun's mouth: "Brother Feng, what do you think?"
Feng Kun looked at Xia Ling with a smile, and his deep magnetic voice was like gentle water: "Ye Xingling, welcome to the Emperor." When they got along in private, he called her her nickname in her previous life, Xiao Ling, but in formal occasions, he called her Ye Xingling—Is this a coincidence? Or did he notice something that made him protect her? Too bad she didn't notice.
But Feng Kun’s proposal was simply terrifying.
There was a new wave of screaming in the audience.
The Wei Shao fan named Qiqi shouted loudly: "What should I do about my Wei Wei?" The girl's decibel was too high, and passed through the noisy background sound of a group of people and reached Feng Kun's ears.
Feng Kun was still smiling. He glanced at the audience, then at Wei Shaoyin, whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and finally at Xia Ling: "Welcome to bring Ah Wei."
"Ahhhhh-" The screams were almost breaking the roof. Xia Ling was speechless, Akun, how long has it been since we last seen each other and you have learned how to sell rotten food? What do you want A Wei to do? Look, Awei is furious! Exploded! It’s so hairy! Got it! …
Sure enough, Wei Shaoyin gritted her teeth and uttered three words sonorously: "I won't go!"
Feng Kun's face showed just the right amount of disappointment, and he was as gentle and calm as a big brother next door.
Xia Ling just wanted to sigh, Wei, look at other people's magnanimity, and then look at yourself... Oh, no wonder there are always a bunch of rotten girls matching you, you are the tsundere who comes to your door. …
Xia Ling couldn’t bear to look directly.
Feng Kun changed the subject: "Ye Xingling, it's a very good performance. If I have the chance, I hope to compose a song for you."
"Thank you." Xia Ling's smile was like a mask. She tried her best to hide herself in front of Feng Kun.
The host was excited: "Brother Feng, do you want to compose a song for Ye Xingling? As far as I know, you once said that there will be no more music after Xia Ling's death. What made you approve of Ye Xingling?"
There was no more music after Xia Ling's death.
This is his highest praise for her.
Xia Ling's eyes were slightly hot, and she looked away for fear of being caught.
“It’s fate,” Feng Kun said vaguely. He has always been a smart man and knows what to say and what not to say. He never mentions that she looks like Xia Ling, for fear of being spotted by Pei Ziheng and Chu Chen. He also never mentions that she will reach a higher level than Xia Ling. Afraid of killing her. One sentence of fate can be summed up in a thousand words.
“Brother Feng, what do you want Li Lei to think?” the host joked.
The scene screamed again.
The host leaned the microphone toward Xia Ling.
Xia Ling blinked her eyes and avoided the important issue: "Maybe we can discuss the issue of Xia Yu first."
Then everyone remembered that Xia Yu was still on the stage, standing alone, with a smile on his face that could hardly be maintained. She said pitifully: "Ye Xingling, you sing well."
She wanted to get away with it, but Xia Ling's singing was much better than her original one.
But Xia Ling didn't let her go so easily, and said with a smile: "Yes, I promised to teach you how to sing." It was an understatement, but it was full of bloodshed - can't you sing? Then let me show you!
"Don't bully others too much." Xia Yuxuan was about to cry.
"Why are you talking?" Wei Shaoyin was unhappy again, "Xia Yu, your sense of music is not good to begin with, why don't you let others talk about it? What's the use of crying? You can't sing with tears, go back and listen to it yourself Listening to what you sang live today, how much courage does it take to dare to stand on the stage at this level? No wonder Feng Kun has been making songs for your sister for a lifetime, but he is only willing to make one for you. If it were me, one song? I won’t do it either.”
The whole place was in an uproar.
His words were clearly saying that Feng Kun looked down on Xia Yu and was trying to stir up discord within the emperor.
The on-site director excitedly said to the cameraman: "Quick, Che Fengkun! Chee Fengkun!"
The camera instantly focused on Feng Kun, and on the live broadcast screens on both sides of the stage, the calm face was continuously magnified until every detail of his expression was clearly visible.
Unexpectedly, Feng Kun smiled slightly.
“Awei,” he said calmly, “I didn’t know you thought so highly of Xia Ling.”
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(End of this chapter)