Rebirth of the Entertainment Circle: Return of the Queen

Chapter 21 Sing another song for you

Xia Ling turned over and didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still kept mumbling: "Are you angry now? You are so small-minded. I say, little beauty, when you were falling asleep just now, you held my hand hard and wouldn't let go. You have to forget about me singing to you?"

Her heart tightened. Could it be that the singing she heard in her sleep was not an illusion? !

 Looked up at him in disbelief: "You...you sing to me?!"

A beautiful smile appeared at the corner of his lips: "Yes, you wouldn't let go until you sang, and you didn't sleep well, tossing and talking in your sleep, and covered in cold sweat." He said, "Later, I had to hold you and coax you, singing I sang a lot of songs—all the songs I could sing in my life, and finally put you, my little ancestor, to sleep.”

Li Lei said and laughed at her: "Little beauty, you are really difficult to take care of."

Xia Ling really doesn't understand. Although she is pretty in this life, she is just passable. Not to mention compared with the stunning beauty in her previous life, even compared with other stars in the entertainment industry, she Now this appearance is not that outstanding. How come he can just scream at a little beauty so smoothly?

However, now she no longer bothered to pursue the question about the title, and only asked him hurriedly: "What did I say in my sleep?" She vaguely remembered that she dreamed of Pei Ziheng, God, please don't say it. What not to say.

Li Lei narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Don't be so nervous. Just hold me and ask me to speak clearly when I sing. As for the rest, God knows what you are mumbling."

 “Really?” She still stared at him uneasily.

"Why are you lying to me?" Li Lei lazily leaned his body against the back of the rear seat, stretched out his knuckled fingers to rub her messy long hair, and closed his eyes, "Go to sleep, there are still long mountain roads. "

With a soft and thick blanket wrapped around her body, and listening to his steady and long breathing, Xia Ling gradually fell asleep. It was a sweet and dreamless sleep, and when she woke up again, it was already noon the next day, in the VIP room that belonged to her in the mountains.

 The medical staff prescribed medicine and a fever-reducing injection for her, but still told her to rest.

This retreat is different from the previous days, mainly because there is an unexpected guest - Wei Shaoyin.

Ever since that day, he borrowed her music score to study, and he has been running to her every now and then. At first, we discussed with her the issues on those pages of music scores. Later, the topic gradually deepened and we began to analyze the succession and transition between different genres of music. The most talked about works are her previous works. There is no way, Xia Ling's style of music is too representative.

Moreover, the MV Wei Shaoyin shot this time was a funeral song to commemorate Xia Ling.

The title of the song is sensational and sad, called "Sing Another Song for You".

 Sing another song for you/The last song/Farewell to yesterday’s flower fragrance/Yesterday’s legend

 Light another lamp for you/The lotus lantern on the other side/The Forgotten River flows far away/The mist and rain send you home...

 The lyrics and music are all in Wei Shaoyin's consistent style, but I always feel like something is missing. There was nothing he could do about it. Who told him to write a song in memory of her, Xia Ling? In his previous life, neither her person nor her style of music were familiar to him, not at all.

 They didn't even know each other.

In this life, Xia Ling and Wei Shaoyin met by chance at first. He was the high-ranking chief producer of Tianyi, and she was an unknown trainee. It was inconvenient to ask her some questions. But now, with the number of times he discussed music scores with her, More and more, she naturally asked: "Mr. Wei, as far as I know, you and Xia Ling are not familiar with each other, how could you think of doing her mourning song?"

Wei Shaoyin rotated the porcelain cup in his hand, and the deep-roasted Mandheling coffee exuded a rich and unique bitter taste. His posture was elegant, and there was a bit of indulgence and helplessness in his voice: "There is no way, Sister Maina has to ask me to do it - You probably don’t know this woman yet. She is the most difficult agent in our company, and she is also a famous Xia Ling die-hard fan.”

 Maina…

Xia Ling recalled the name and found that she had no impression of it. In fact, she didn't pay much attention to fans in her previous life, so much so that now that she thinks about it, she can't remember the names of any fans. Thinking of how sadly they mourned her after her death, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Xia Ling took a sip of the fruit tea in her hand and asked softly, "Is it because of this?"

Wei Shaoyin smiled: "Of course there is money - with Xia Ling's popularity, making his mourning song can bring in a lot of income." In the end, no matter how good a music producer is, he is still a businessman in essence.

She nodded understandingly, but also wondered: "But if Emperor releases a mourning song, and all other companies release it, fans may not recognize it." After all, in her previous life, she spent the entire ten years from debut to suicide with Emperor .

“This is the best part,” Wei Shaoyin smiled like a sly fox, “I met Feng Kun a while ago, and he said he didn’t plan to write a funeral song.”

 Feng Kun was her royal music producer in her previous life, and almost all of her music was produced by him. If he wasn't going to do it, no one else in the Emperor was qualified.

Xia Ling's heart felt heavy, as if the taste of coffee in Wei Shaoyin's cup had fallen into her heart, filling her with a sour and bitter feeling. Death is like a lamp going out. It turns out that I was abandoned so completely that even Feng Kun, who had been so compatible with her on the road of music, did not bother to waste any more energy on her...

Wei Shaoyin continued: "Feng Kun said that the emperor is not qualified."

 “What?” She was stunned for a moment, unable to react.

"He said that the emperor was not qualified to compose a funeral song for Xia Ling, let alone earn the money." Wei Shaoyin repeated with a playful look on her face, "A gold medal producer who has served the emperor for more than ten years, To say something like this makes people wonder what happened between him and the company...or rather, what happened between Xia Ling and the company."

 She didn't pay attention to the second half of his words, and her mind was only focused on the previous part - Feng Kun, saying that the emperor is not qualified? !

 Her eyes closed, and she held back an uncontrollable sourness. Feng Kun, like Chu Chen, knew the truth, but he didn't abandon her like Chu Chen did. Among so many people, he was the only one, only him...

 The Feng Kun in my memory is as proud as she is, with a persistent pursuit of music, and looks down on all weak and incompetent existences. But he is much more mature than her, like a big brother, always trying to find ways to encourage her. When Xia Ling offends people without caring, he will always say to her, Xiao Ling, please restrain yourself, you must always leave a thin line in your life, only by cherishing blessings can you last long.

It's a pity that she never listened to those words.

It is only today, after everyone has betrayed their relatives and left, that I understand that it is the real bitter taste of good medicine.

 Fengkun…

 I'm sorry to let you down for so many years of hard work.

In this life, since she has the chance to do it again, she will always remember his instructions and never make the same mistakes as in her previous life.

 (End of this chapter)