A few days later, in the afternoon.

Beijing.

In a cafe facing the street, Chen Yu ordered a cup of coffee alone, sat by the window, squinted at the street scene of people coming and going outside, and took a sip of coffee from time to time.

About ten minutes later, a man wearing terracotta blue jeans and a black T-shirt came to Chen Yu. This man was wearing a black sun hat and his voice was a little rough when he spoke, "Mr. Chen?"

Hearing this, Chen Yu turned to look at him. Seeing the face under his sunhat, Chen Yu smiled, stood up and stretched out his right hand, "Mr. Zhao! I'm Chen Yu. Nice to meet you!"

Zhao Lei nodded, stretched out his hand to shake Chen Yu's hand, glanced around subconsciously, and whispered: "Shall we all sit down? It is easier to attract everyone's attention if we are all standing."

Although he lowered his voice, his voice was still very rough.

Chen Yu smiled, understanding his concerns.

After participating in "Chinese Good Songs" at the beginning of this year, Zhao Lei has become famous. Although he may not be very famous, maybe someone in this cafe will recognize him.

"Okay! Please sit down!"

"please!"

The two sat opposite each other.

A waiter came over, and Zhao Lei casually ordered a cup of coffee. After sending the waiter away, Zhao Lei looked at Chen Yu and asked: "Mr. Chen, you invited me here through my friend, what's the matter?

?Sorry! I am a straightforward person and I like to speak straight to the point, so don’t mind."

Chen Yu was also sizing him up.

I feel that although this man is not very handsome, especially in the entertainment industry, he is not considered a handsome guy.

But it has a masculine vibe.

This made Chen Yu feel good about him.

A man should act like a man.

Hearing him directly ask about the purpose of his visit, Chen Yu smiled and said: "I like your songs very much..."

"Thanks!"

As soon as Chen Yu started, he was interrupted by Zhao Lei's thanks.

Chen Yu smiled slightly and continued: "So, I tried to write a song based on your voice and singing style. I heard that you are preparing a new album recently, so I wanted to show you that song.

If you like it! I will sing it for you. If you don’t like it, I will try to find another singer. Are you interested in that song?"

Um?

Zhao Lei was shocked after hearing Chen Yu's purpose.

On the way here to see Chen Yu today, he speculated in his mind many kinds of reasons why Chen Yu asked him out.

But I just didn't guess this one.

Because you like his songs, you wrote a song based on his voice and singing style?

real or fake?

Can anyone write songs these days?

Apart from being stunned, Zhao Lei was also a little speechless.

At this moment, he thought of some modern poems written in the vernacular by some so-called modern poets in the literary world. In the past, he had also specially read the masterpieces of some modern poets with an attitude of learning.

Then, his eyes were opened.

He feels that those so-called modern poems just break up a paragraph and treat each sentence as a paragraph, and that's it.

That level...

It gave him the confidence to write his own lyrics.

reason?

All that nonsense can be considered poetry, so why can’t I write lyrics?

At this moment, he seriously doubted that the lyrics written by Chen Yu were anything like modern poetry.

But out of politeness and respect for the friend who introduced him to see Chen Yu, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, forced a smile, and said: "Yes! Of course! Where are the lyrics? Let me take a look."

Chen Yu saw the change in his expression, but didn't care.

He can probably guess Zhao Lei's mood at this time, and he can understand it.

Just because he could understand Zhao Lei's mood at this time, Chen Yu didn't waste any time, took out his mobile phone, called up the lyrics on the phone, and handed it to Zhao Lei.

He first copied the lyrics of "Chengdu" on scratch paper, then took pictures with his mobile phone and stored them in the form of photos on his mobile phone.

Zhao Lei was mentally prepared for the eyesore. He smiled politely, took Chen Yu's phone, and lowered his head to read the lyrics on the phone.

The title of the song first caught his eye.

——"Chengdu"?

These two words were very neutral, and he couldn't comment on them. He could only continue reading the specific lyrics.

"What makes me shed tears is not only the wine last night. What makes me reluctant to leave is not only your gentleness, but also how long we have to walk. You hold my hand. What makes me feel embarrassed is the freedom of struggle...

…”

As he read the lyrics line by line, Zhao Lei's expression became more and more surprised.

Because the quality of the lyrics was much better than he expected.

He liked the parallelism at the beginning.

The seemingly simple lyrics outline a little story bit by bit.

After reading the short lyrics of the song, he seemed to have read a short love story.

After reading the entire lyrics, he actually felt a touch of melancholy in his heart.

Such short lyrics can actually arouse his emotions. How?

He frowned and read the lyrics again. This time he began to pay attention to the rhyme of each sentence, and was surprised to find that it actually rhymed.

These lyrics...are not eye-catching at all?

After frowning and being lost in thought for a while, he looked up at Chen Yu in surprise and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Chen, I would like to ask, are you really a businessman?"

When his friend introduced him to meet Chen Yu before, he said that Chen Yu was in business and had a pharmaceutical company.

But at this time he expressed serious doubts.

How can a businessman covered in copper odor write such lyrics?

Chen Yu nodded with a smile, "It will be replaced if it's fake."

Zhao Lei couldn't help but ask again: "At your age, you should be younger than me, right? Are you really a businessman? By the way, can I ask again, what school did you graduate from? Did you study Chinese before?

?”

Chen Yu laughed and shook his head, "My ambition lies in my age. I haven't graduated from college yet, and I didn't study Chinese. I studied computer science."

Zhao Lei: "???"

People who study computers don’t type codes, but come to write songs?

"Your hobby must be Chinese, right? Did your parents force you to major in computer science?"

Zhao Lei tried to find out why Chen Yu could write lyrics of this caliber.

Chen Yu wanted to laugh a little.

Blinking his eyes, Chen Yu said: "It's not about being forced by my parents, but it's true that I love Chinese. To be honest, before writing this song, I was already trying to write about the Internet, and I have already published it online. It is very popular.

good."

Zhao Lei suddenly understood, smiled, slapped his thigh, and said: "No wonder! I just said that your writing skills are very good. Most people can't write such lyrics, but you can still write them. No wonder, no wonder!"

Listening to the original author praising the lyrics, Chen Yu couldn't help but smile.

At this time, the coffee ordered by Zhao Lei arrived.

When the waiter left, Chen Yu coughed lightly and controlled his expression to prevent the smile on his face from being too exaggerated.

"Mr. Zhao, do you like this song? Do you want to include it in your new album?"

Chen Yu asked with a smile.

When Zhao Lei heard this, he frowned and said hesitantly: "The lyrics are good, I like it very much! Really! I really like it, but the song is missing. If there is a suitable song, then I will definitely include it in my new album.

In the album, it’s a pity. Do you think it’s okay to do it this way? I’ll take the lyrics back first, and I’ll try to see if I can compose a suitable tune for it. Do you think it’s okay?”

Chen Yu chuckled lightly, and under Zhao Lei's astonished gaze, he reached out to take his phone from his hand, and casually scratched the screen with his fingers.

The score of the song appears on the screen.

Chen Yu handed the phone back to Zhao Lei with a smile.

"This is a song I wrote, do you want to see it?"

Zhao Lei looked at Chen Yu in surprise, then looked down at the music score on his phone. At this moment, he felt unreal.
To be continued...