Wen Feiran: "." Does this have anything to do with you?
He habitually avoids conflict unless he can't stand it anymore; his hand unconsciously clenched into a fist at his side. "Leaving aside the songwriting level, the singing and playing are indeed mediocre; you played at least five wrong notes."
The single stone stirred up a thousand ripples; the scene immediately fell silent, save for the whistling of the sea breeze, and the chat in the live stream exploded.
[Feiran is amazing! She could even tell that!]
[So that's why Wen Feiran's expression was off earlier.]
[Does Wen Feiran even know anything about guitar? He's just talking nonsense.]
[This song was originally composed by Zhou Lei, how could he possibly play it wrong?]
[Just because you can play an old instrument, you think you're a music master? Hilarious!]
[Yes, the fact that it's about to be lost means that this instrument has been phased out and has no value whatsoever. It's much better to play the guitar; it sounds so much better.]
Fans relentlessly attacked and slandered Wen Feiran and Zhou Lei, who were not to be outdone. He was known as a mad dog in the industry, and no one would actively label him, since no one wanted to bite back. However, Zhou Lei believed that he held a high position and was highly respected, and could not tolerate any questioning.
Zhou Lei's temper flared, and he immediately smashed his guitar on the ground, yelling, "Stop talking nonsense! Can you even play?"
Wen Feiran silently extended his hand, gesturing to hand the guitar to him.
After he got the guitar, he played it again note by note, correcting Zhou Lei's mistakes and silencing those fans who accused him of being pretentious and talking nonsense.
Zhou Lei remained unconvinced, "You're wrong, that's fine. I composed this music, I'm the one who's correct!"
Wen Feiran, unable to contain herself any longer, desperately wanted to know what was going on in his head. "You didn't release this album, did you? This should be the most authoritative version. Go back and compare it to see if you're wrong."
Zhou Lei was completely dumbfounded. Since his debut, no one had ever said such a thing. He had been elevated to a pedestal, and the fall from grace was painful enough.
Zhou Lei's arrogance vanished, but he still forced himself to say, "This song was created in one night. My emotions were quite intense at the time, so there might be some flaws. I made adjustments afterward."
Su Shangting deliberately asked, "What emotion?"
Zhou Lei pondered for a long time, and everyone thought he was about to offer some profound insights, but he only uttered four words: "Unrequited love."
Wen Feiran almost exploded on the spot.
You don't understand loneliness at all!
Before he could speak, a gentle voice sounded in my ear, "I thought your inspiration came from my starring role in 'Qiushui'."
As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Gu Suian remained unaffected, his voice calm and measured, "For example, the second line of the lyrics, 'wind, flowers, and snow, but the moon hasn't risen yet,' matches the mood at the beginning of the movie."
"The line 'My greatest achievement in this life comes from you' is very similar to a monologue from the protagonist. When I first heard this song, I immediately thought of my first movie and even assumed the creator was a big fan of mine. Now it seems I was just being presumptuous."
Wen Feiran's eyelashes trembled slightly involuntarily, her clear and bright eyes reflecting only Gu Suian's figure.
The inspiration for this song was indeed Gu Suian's movie. He watched "Qiushui" three times and discovered many details he had previously overlooked. He was so immersed in the movie that he couldn't pull himself out of it for a long time, as if he had traveled into the movie and become the protagonist's close friend, experiencing a soul resonance.
Just as he had meticulously analyzed the film "Qiushui," Gu Suian's gentle voice flowed slowly through the quiet night, each lyric resonating deep within his heart.
Wen Feiran had never realized how close he was to Gu Suian.
Her fingers involuntarily twitched slightly as the strings were plucked, their sound intertwining perfectly with Gu Suian's voice, as if this were the true work of art.
Everyone's attention was drawn in, and they listened with even greater rapt attention, except for Zhou Lei and the other two, whose expressions were contorted and who were gritting their teeth.
He was clearly the original singer, yet he was abandoned, as if the song belonged to these two people!
Chapter 46: The Mouth Substitute Gets Extra Points!
The next morning, the production team arranged beach volleyball for everyone.
Wen Feiran was lounging in a chair, basking in the sun, not really wanting to move, but when Zou Yuxing heard about this arrangement, his eyes immediately lit up, and his invisible ears perked up, swaying from side to side. "Great! A beach vacation! I love playing beach volleyball!"
Seeing Wen Feiran practically melting into the chair, Zou Yuxing enthusiastically pulled him along, "Come on, let's get the ball first and wait for the others to arrive."
Wen Feiran:!! Let him go, he just wants to lie down!
Before he could even adjust himself, Zou Yuxing was already in place. Standing beside him, he could feel Zou Yuxing's vibrant energy and vitality, which made him look even more listless.
The sunlight was Wen Feiran squinted, lazily yawning. Zou Yuxing had finished warming up, picked up the ball, and jumped high into the air.
His image appeared in Wen Feiran's eyes, and her eyes visibly widened.
From his perspective, it felt like Zou Yuxing had a trampoline under his feet; otherwise, he would have found it hard to understand how a human could jump so high. Zou Yuxing's upper body was almost higher than the middle net line, and his hand speed was so fast it was almost a phantom. He slammed the ball heavily, making a loud sound that made one's scalp tingle.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Wen Feiran watched as the volleyball spun rapidly, creating a crater on the beach upon landing. Sand flew everywhere with the speed of the spin, muffled the sound of the ball hitting the ground, but the originally soft sand seemed to draw power, tracing a cold, hard arc in the air.
Wen Feiran felt a chill run down her spine and stared in disbelief, silently hiding her arms behind her back.