Long Jianhua didn't know which aspect she would be in charge of in the future, so he answered or explained many of her next questions one by one.

At five o'clock, Liu Zhifei and the other five came to the second floor. When they saw the three of them sitting in the pavilion, they immediately walked over.

When my mother saw them coming, she asked with a smile, "Fefei, Rongrong, come and have coffee. Have you sang for more than two hours?"

Liu Zhifei giggled, "We sang for an hour. Later, Brother Sheng and Brother Second ran in to compete with us for microphones, and no one sang a few songs."

She walked over and hugged Qin Huiyan's arm and said, "Second brother sang, it was like howling ghosts and wolves. The song was like a song, and he sang his."

Qin Huiyan smiled and said, "Let your father."

Long Jianhua stood up and said, "You guys sit down and have coffee, I'll tell them to have a seafood melee."

Yunyan asked, "Brother, do you want to help?"

He shook his head, "No. I just told them how to do it, and I don't do it myself."

Eating at night is much more lively than at noon. It has the characteristics of a special cook and a seafood melee.

The man was drinking white wine, grandma, grandma, mother and mother-in-law were drinking red wine, and four students were drinking juice.

After all, the chef's hands are much more refined than what Long Jianhua did.

Although it is also hot pot, it has been cut open and does not require both hands to put it together.

It tastes much more civilized.

But Zhang Sheng still sighed that this taste is much worse than eating by the stove, and there is no such atmosphere.

But under the leadership of Zhang Sheng, they all still ate vigorously...

By 10 o'clock in the evening, everyone was already going to bed at this time, but my mother was not sleepy at all. Long Jianhua had to sleep until eleven o'clock, so she chatted with her.

After eleventh, she was still full of energy.

When he thought, it was broken, he had a drink of coffee this afternoon.

He smiled and said, "Mom, you drank too much coffee today, so you were very excited."

My mother looked at him with wide eyes, "Is there something like this? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

He reached out and wanted to hold his ear again, but was dodged.

"I'm fine for a day of coffee. Who knows you can't do it? Otherwise, go sing and make yourself tired?"

Then I patted my forehead and said, "When I was fine, I wrote some songs, but later I found that the female voice sang better. I'll give it to you to try."

When he released "Legend", he copied more than 20 songs, but he only chose twelve songs, and there were fourteen songs that he did not use.

I got a stack of songs in the car, and my mother flipped them one by one, commenting them one by one.

"What can't be understood, but she actually smiled proudly? 'Life is a play, why bother with grudges too much', it's very negative. Son, according to your personality, you won't be so negative, are you whining without any illness?"

"You are so handsome, I am beautiful, how can you praise yourself like this? I say you are so handsome, and you can say love words if you say you are beautiful? You are thinking too much... But the words behind are not bad."

"Fall in love with someone who doesn't go home. Your father often doesn't go home now, and you don't go home..."

"A game and a dream. Don't talk about separation. I won't cry because of this... I still have to cry?"

"Last night's stars. Last night's stars have fallen and disappeared into the distant Milky Way... That love is exchanged for loneliness... It seems to have artistic conception."

"Whose tears are flying? The sad tears are meteors... not sad, there are only a few drops..."

"What does the song mean? Looking back slowly, the night that once belonged to each other...smell..."

"You look at the moon's face, you can see the moon's face clearly..."

"Let's go for a while? Yes, people should walk with ease. People who are as casual as you are, they should walk with ease..."

"The sky of fate. Others do not believe in fate, I believe it, and I think you believe it too..."

"It's hard to part when we meet. Isn't this a Tang poem? Have you also changed it to a song?"

"Leave your sadness to yourself... I thought you miss your grandparents, your parents, but ended up missing Feifei."

"If life is waiting, what does it mean? How many footprints are stepping on you and me, I will always think of it in my life..."

"About winter, I will leave you gently... Hey, son, I feel that most of your songs have a faint sadness. Are you so sad? You are only twenty years old, how can you have so many insights into life?"

Long Jianhua hurriedly said, "Mom, isn't this writing a song? It requires lyricism and exaggeration, otherwise how can it resonate with others?"

My mother shook her head, "This is all about feeling, not about whining without illness. Murging without illness, that is without real emotions."

He was sweating coldly.

My mother's brain circuit is unique.

"Mom, I want you to sing these songs to see if there are any you like. As for the lyrics, there is no need to be serious."

My mother snorted, "If you don't understand the lyrics, can you sing well? That's nonsense."

A layman's words were caught by my mother and he sweated again.

However, my mother did not take advantage of the victory, but hummed with the last song "About Winter".

I have to say that my mother has a strong sense of music and has a good understanding of the artistic conception of lyrics, which is much better than his "mick bully".

At most, he is an imitator, and only a person like his mother is the original singer.

"Son, you wrote this song. Hum it and listen to me?"

He silently said sorry to these songwriters, and you can write better songs in the future.

The two of them were humming the song, and time was lost unconsciously...

While humming "You Are Fresh and I'm Beautiful", Qin Huiyan suddenly appeared, which scared him.

It is already three o'clock in the morning. Did the two of them wake her up by humming songs, or did they change places and can't sleep?

As a result, it was coffee that caused the trouble.

The two of them drank too long and drank too much.

Qin Huiyan picked up the stack of paper and looked at it page by page, and his expression was constantly changing.

"Jianhua, you wrote these songs, and you also composed the songs?"

He smiled and said, "Sometimes, if you can't sleep in the bed, you will have some thoughts in your head, and you will write them down at that time."

My mother smiled and said, "Sister Huiyan, choose two suitable songs. Let's hum now. Jianhua said, "Get us a tape."

Qin Huiyan smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Singing such love songs will be criticized."

My mother said disapprovingly, "Who knows if you only sing on Xiangdao and don't sing in public after you go back?"

Qin Huiyan was moved, but immediately extinguished the beating flame, "You sing, I'll listen to it."

She said this, and the two of them felt embarrassed to leave her alone and continue chatting.
Chapter completed!