When You Are a Director, How Do You Become a Full-Fledged Superstar

As a senior agent, Song Yuling's professional vision is not comparable to Wu Sirui.

Wu Sirui just thought it sounded good, but did not perceive the potential value of this song.

At that time, although the waves were magnificent, the classic literary and artistic works were pitiful.

And this song, Song Yuling had heard, was the most peak song with the style of that era, no one.

If Lin Xiaqing can win this original song, Lin Xiaqing, who was originally popular among teenagers, will surely capture a large number of fans over 30 years old.

This has an immeasurable effect on Lin Xiaqing's future development!

However, the video recording time is at night, the surrounding lights are not very bright, and the video shooting is relatively blurry.

Song Yuling looked carefully at the man singing in the video, but there was always a familiar feeling.

Where seems to have seen?

where?

...

What Song Yuling didn't know was that other than she was looking for Chen Mo, someone also paid attention to last night's video.

In this world, short videos, like the earth, have developed rapidly.

The only difference is that in this world, Douyin has completed the unification and is the only leader in the short video market.

Last night, many people uploaded Chen Mo's games and dreams to the Douyin platform.

It has gotten a lot of traffic now.

However, because it was too late at that time, the video picture was really not flattering, so it was not rolled out on the whole network.

Ling Feng was in a bad mood these days.

As a platinum songwriter, generally speaking, there is a high degree of creative freedom.

You don't need to look at someone's face, when you reach his position, others are all begging him, and it's rare that he begs others.

However, facing Fang Xiaogang of Pan Am Entertainment, Ling Feng was helpless.

Back then, Ling Feng owed a huge favor to Fang Gang, the CEO of Pan Am Entertainment. Now, Fang Gang's son wants him to pay back that favor, but he has no choice.

Therefore, under the control of Pan American Entertainment, he tore up the cooperation with Lin Xiaqing.

Of course, this is nothing in itself. Ling Feng was originally a freelance songwriter, but only had a cooperative relationship with Pan Am Entertainment.

Lin Xiaqing's style is also very suitable for the songs he wrote. After a long time, Ling Feng wrote songs for Lin Xiaqing in Pan American Entertainment.

But now, according to Fang Xiaogang's request, he wants to write a song for Li Qian, another quasi-diva of Pan Am Entertainment.

This Li Qian, what should I say, Ling Feng doesn't dislike it, he can only say that he doesn't agree.

These days, in order to succeed, there are not a few brothers who turn against each other and children who become enemies.

What's more, people are in the guise of love.

Ling Feng didn't like it, but it had nothing to do with him.

Ling Feng scratched his head because Li Qian wanted a nostalgic song, saying it was a tribute to the passionate 1990s.

Also received support from Fang Xiaogang.

"that era……"

Although Ling Feng was a witness of that era and wrote songs with the imprint of that era, it can only be said that it is a qualified work and cannot reflect his strength as a platinum songwriter.

"Dad, what's the matter, frowning again, be careful of more and more white hair."

Ling Xiaoyue jumped behind Ling Feng and gently kneaded her father's shoulder.

"Why did you come back?"

Ling Feng put down the pencil in his hand, patted his daughter's little hand, and said with a smile:

"Dad is not writing a song for Li Qian of Pan Am Entertainment recently. He has no inspiration and is scratching his head."

"Dad, I'm not talking about you, that Li Qian's style is not suitable for you, how good is Lin Xiaqing, that's my idol."

Ling Xiaoyue was not wearing the high boots from last night, but a white dress, surrounded by Ling Feng, like a dancing white butterfly.

"Xiaoyue, Dad doesn't want it either. Isn't this indebted to others? By the way, why did you come back?"

Ling Feng shook his head, no matter who he is, no matter where he is, there will always be some things that he can't help himself.

This is life.

"How are you and Sirui's band? You're not here to sing with your dad, are you?"

"I declare in advance that Dad can't write the songs that you young people like."

"oops!"

Ling Xiaoyue leaned against Ling Feng, shook her father's arm, and said coquettishly:

"Where did you want to go, I just miss you, come back to see you."

"By the way, a surprise for you."

surprise?

Ling Feng looked at his precious daughter in surprise and laughed:

"What surprise can you give me?"

After a pause, he continued: "Xiaoyue, you won't be your boyfriend, will you?"

Ling Xiaoyue...

"Dad, what are you talking about, I'm only 21 years old, I will graduate next year, and I'm still far from finding a boyfriend."

"The surprise this time is a song. I heard it by chance last night. I've heard it for you."

a song?

Ling Feng was interested.

Ling Feng, his precious daughter, knows it best.

The small band formed by this girl and Wu Sirui has written many original songs, but they have only listened to one of their most satisfying works.

Now you want to sing to yourself again?

"Okay, Dad must listen to the song recommended by my good daughter."

"Hee hee, Dad, the level of this song is super, you can tell by listening to it."

Saying that, Ling Xiaoyue opened the phone and put it in Ling Feng's hand.

"Don't talk about separation

I won't cry because of that"

The first lyric, flowing out in the beautiful guitar melody, quietly got into Ling Feng's heart.

Suddenly, Ling Feng felt a shock all over his body.

"It was just a dream last night

Don't say whether you want it or not

I don't care because of that

It was just a game from last night

It was just a game and a dream"

At the end of the first verse, Ling Feng seemed to be completely stunned, and all his mind was immersed in the unique singing.

The unique memories of that era kept flashing in my mind, as if the floodgates of memory were swept away by the flood, and it was swept away.

"I'm still myself without you now

What to say, this love will never change

say i love you

I still don't have you, I'm still myself

It was just a game and a dream"

...

call……

After ten minutes, Ling Feng opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Where did this song... come from?"

one game one Dream……

Isn't that right, at that time, it really seemed like a dream.

"Dad, this was sung by an audience member when we performed in Linxi Park yesterday. We recorded it because it sounded good."

Ling Xiaoyue looked at her father with surprise in her eyes.

My own father, I know best.

The most platinum songwriter, Ling Feng has many masterpieces, and there are no less than ten songs that have been sung in the north and south of the country. Not to mention the existence of Xia Guo's lyrics and music circles, he is definitely a stomping person who can shock the lyrics and music circles.

Over the years, many people have asked their father for songs, and more people have asked their father to taste songs.

However, in Ling Xiaoyue's memory, the masterpieces of several other platinum songwriters did not make her father so fascinated.

"Is that so..."

Ling Feng paused for a while, then continued: "Xiaoyue, try to find this person. If you have a chance, please come to the house."

"Also, go ahead and get busy, I want to write a song."

The song just now made Ling Feng burst into inspiration, as if all the memories of that era were in front of him. He was still worried about Li Qian's song, but in the blink of an eye, he had a bad idea.

After finishing speaking, Ling Feng ignored his good daughter and began to conceive.

Ling Xiaoyue didn't speak any more after hearing the words, and quietly exited the room.

She knew her father so well that once she started writing songs, she didn't care about anything.

"It seems that I have to study it with Sirui and find this handsome guy."

"Oh, why didn't you ask for WeChat at that time... That guy is so handsome..."

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