Sure enough, when Zhou Xun returned to Letterman in the afternoon and took a long nap, he immediately asked Su Luo to write the lyrics and music of "I Think I am the Sea" on paper.

And as soon as Wang Fei appeared, she started humming in a fake way. Although she was very unskilled intermittently, she instantly attracted Wang Fei's attention.

Then, under Wang Fei's intense questioning, she reluctantly said that this was a song written by Su Luo for herself. At that time, Wang Fei's little face and expression looked so exciting.

The direct consequence was that Wang Fei was about to fight Su Luo, and her eyes turned red, as if she was about to cry!

"It is difficult to find two leaves with exactly the same shape on a tree, and it is difficult to find two people in a thousand people who are completely coordinated in their thoughts and emotions."

Su Luo leaned against the bar and began to comfort Wang Fei.

Wang Fei's head shook like a rattle: "I won't listen!"

Su Luo continued to pour chicken soup: "You have to know that each of us is unique, and being yourself is enough to shine!"

"I won't listen!" Wang Fei continued to be angry!

"Alas! What I want to say is that your music style must have its own distinctive characteristics. If you want to be a singer, you must be unique. You must not find another one in Hong Kong!"

Hearing what Su Luo said, Wang Fei turned around and looked over: "I am unique to begin with. Stop pouring me soul soup. I will ask you where is my song!"

"Okay, okay!" Su Luo shrugged: "I originally wanted to polish it a little more, but who knew you were so impatient!"

"You have it?"

Wang Fei changed her face very quickly: "Have you got it? Have you written it out for me? Where is it? Show me! Hurry up!"

"Don't worry, listen to me!" Su Luo raised his hand to signal Wang Fei to calm down. Sure enough, Wang Fei is more obedient now.

It can be said that she can do whatever you ask her to do now!

"I've been thinking about how to catch people with your style of music these days. As long as you open your mouth, everyone will know it's you. I'm exhausted trying to solve this problem!"

"I'll give you a massage!" Wang Fei jumped down from the bar stool, stood directly behind Su Luo, and immediately started massaging her shoulders.

This technique should be as gentle as possible: "How is it? Are you feeling better now?"

Su Luo tilted his head and looked at Wang Fei: "Is there anything more comfortable?"

"It depends on your performance to make you more comfortable!" Wang Fei raised her eyebrows: "You should go on talking!"

"Okay!" Su Luo enjoyed calmly: "After my careful analysis, I finally think that you should go the Cranberries style route!"

"First of all, this is not imitation. Your timbre itself is different. You just need to add a little bit of The Cranberries' singing skills to your style!"

"Yeah! I already like this band!" Wang Fei nodded repeatedly: "Then what?"

"Then? I re-wrote the lyrics for "Dreams", the song you sang last time with The Cranberries!" Su Luo waved to the bartender Xiaoqiang and immediately got paper and pen.

Wang Fei opened her mouth, but quickly rolled her eyes and watched quietly as Su Luo began to write the lyrics to "Dream Man".

After all, it was a familiar song. Even every time Su Luo wrote a line of lyrics, Wang Fei could sing along immediately. After writing the whole song, Su Luo put down his pen:

"Sing this song in Cantonese!"

"Cantonese?"

"That's right! Aren't you going to release a film in Xiangjiang? It must be in Cantonese. You should find out what you feel first!" Su Luo handed the lyrics sheet to Wang Fei.

As if holding an imperial edict, the girl went directly into the hut, abandoning all external interference.

"Did you really write to her?"

Zhou Xun came down from the stage and ran to the bar immediately. He discovered the clues when he was singing just now, and immediately came over to accuse him, with an unhappy look on his face.

"I promised you a long time ago. It's time to finish writing it, so you won't have to worry about it!"

"What's the matter with urging you? You can't persist more. Haven't you heard that slow work produces careful work? The longer you persist, the better it means your work is better!"

"We said it would take a week, but today is only the second day. I'm so angry!"

Zhou Xun's previous sense of accomplishment in front of Wang Fei was greatly reduced now, and he was indeed feeling a little unhappy. However, Wang Fei, who was in comparison, was so happy now!

In less than half an hour, Wang Fei ran out in a hurry, and then pulled Su Luo towards the hut. Zhou Xun originally wanted to follow, but Wang Fei sternly refused.

The room itself was not big. Su Luo sat directly on the bed and saw Wang Fei standing in front of him. He began to prepare, taking a deep breath, and then another deep breath.

This feeling of looking like a ridge on one side and a peak on the other made Su Luo quickly look away, and Wang Fei's singing also started:

"The man in my dream!"

"Hold tight for one minute!"

"Ten minutes of kissing!"

"Stranger!"

"How to get into your heart!"

"Create this excitement!"

"------"

Because it was the melody of "Dreams", Wang Fei sang it with ease. She held the lyrics paper in her left hand, opened her right arm, and swayed with the melody.

The two feet seemed to be dancing, pacing in the small space.

The essence of throat sounds obtained from the Cranberries is put in the latest version, plus the transposition and drag sounds that Wang Fei often uses.

There is an ethereal quality to the whole song, like an elf indulging in love, dancing gracefully in the midst of singing, both wanton and free.

Wang Fei had just sang four or five times in a row in the room, but for some reason, this time she felt the strongest and felt best about herself.

As I sang, I felt more and more like I was being cleansed and cut down, just like the epiphany of a martial arts master who could instantly shatter the void and soar into the sky.

By the time the whole song was finished, she was so hearty that her mind went blank: "That's great! This is simply great, I just want to feel it!"

Wang Fei suddenly turned to look at Su Luo, and suddenly rushed over, giving Su Luobo who was caught off guard a bite: "Thank you!"

Su Luo really didn't react. Wang Fei jumped up just now, then pounced on him like an eagle, and now he was directly pressed on his leg.

His hands were still wrapped around his neck. He had no choice but to lean back instinctively and support the bed board with his hands:

"I---well!"

"Boo!"

"Thank you!"

"I---well!"

"Boo!"

"Thank you!"

"You're done, you're addicted? Come down here quickly!" Just now, Su Luo didn't react to Wang Fei's chicken pecking at rice, so he could only passively accept it.

But now I can finally push this crazy woman aside: "You are the one who suffers the consequences. You are not taking advantage of me enough!"

"I just don't have enough!"
Chapter completed!