Chapter 7 What is a Face?

Chen Mo closed his eyes, put his arms on the car window, and tapped his fingers rhythmically subconsciously, as if he was playing the piano.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Congwen, who was driving, heard the voice, glanced at it, and asked involuntarily.

Chen Mo did not answer, but quickly took out paper and pen from the drawer of the passenger seat and quickly wrote something down.

Jiang Congwen listened to the rustling sound of the pen writing on the paper and felt a little curious, but he was driving now and could only suppress the thought of finding out what was going on.

After a while, Chen Mo let out a long breath. He had to admit that it was really easy to get dizzy when concentrating so hard on writing in the car.

"Turn around and go back to the company." Chen Mo said.

"I'm almost home and you want me to turn around?" Jiang Congwen said reluctantly, "Take me home first. I have to do a live broadcast tonight. I need to go back and sleep for a while. I got up too early today. You can drive yourself when I get home."

"Hmm? That's fine. I just wrote a new song, but I haven't decided who to sing it yet." Chen Mo flicked the notebook in his hand nonchalantly.

"Huh?!" Jiang Congwen was stunned.

"Actually, I don't have to sleep this way." Jiang Congwen changed the subject and turned the car around at the nearest intersection.

"Not sleeping anymore?" Chen Mo asked.

"You must be kidding. How can I sleep well at my age?" Jiang Congwen said righteously.

"Don't you still have to do a live broadcast tonight?" Chen Mo asked again.

"There is no need to sleep so long for live broadcast. Why should you sleep for a long time when you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die." Jiang Congwen shook his head and said.

"So that's how it is." Chen Mo nodded suddenly.

"That's right." Jiang Congwen said without blushing or beating his heart.

Drive the car back to the company.

As soon as he got off the car, Jiang Congwen couldn't wait to take the notebook with the lyrics and music from Chen Mo and read it while walking.

"'Love Transfer'?" Jiang Congwen whispered the song title.

When Jiang Congwen saw the title of the song, he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, when he saw the first few lines of the lyrics, the familiar scene and the description as if he had experienced it himself made him feel mixed emotions.

After reading the lyrics and music, I felt a complex and indescribable emotion, just like the first time I heard "King of Karaoke".

This is my experience again?!
Why am I the one who gets hurt and my brother is the one who achieves?

Art comes from life like this?!

Why didn't I write such an awesome lyrics? !
The one who can write such awesome lyrics is really my brother?!
I want to sing this song!!
What remains unchanged is this final cry in my heart.

Jiang Congwen looked at Chen Mo with longing eyes.

When Chen Mo saw Jiang Congwen's familiar constipated expression, he knew what he wanted to do.

"Take it." Chen Mo said with a wave of his hand generously.

"I have been wandering for half my life, and I only regret that I have not met a wise master. If you don't abandon me, I am willing to be your adoptive father." Jiang Congwen said with tears of gratitude.

"Get lost, you have a nice idea, but you just want to live off your parents." Chen Mo said with disdain.

"Why do you say that, godfather? As long as you sing a few songs like this every month, I will definitely take care of you until the end of your life." Jiang Congwen said righteously.

"You're dreaming. How many songs per month? You'd better go back to sleep. You can dream about anything." Chen Mo snatched the notebook and said unceremoniously.

"Besides, with my physique, it's still unclear who will be the one to see off the other."

"Two or three songs are not too few, and ten or eight songs are not too many. At your rate of one song in the past two days, all you need is your hands." Jiang Congwen said, rubbing his hands.

"Then if you date a few more girlfriends and break up a few more times, maybe it will work." Chen Mo thought about it and said seriously.

Jiang Congwen opened his mouth, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single sound.

He almost forgot where the inspiration came from.

"Or, why don't you watch more emotional programs? The emotions in those programs can be as bumpy and tortuous as possible, which will definitely give you a burst of inspiration." Jiang Congwen suggested.

"No, it can only be you." Chen Mo shook his head.

"Why?" Jiang Congwen said in disbelief.

"Because you are my beloved relatives, brothers and sisters. I can't empathize with other people." Chen Mo said as a matter of course.

"Then thank you so much." Jiang Congwen's mouth twitched.

"That's not right. The second half of your song is not written about me. It's only been a few days since we broke up, so how can you transfer your warmth to another person's heart?" Jiang Congwen said.

"What's wrong with that? Isn't that your respective futures?" Chen Mo said.

"." Jiang Congwen was really silent. This was the future he didn't want to think about, nor did he dare to think about.

"Art comes from life. I just learned this from you. It's about seeing the big picture from the small details and making reasonable inferences and analyses based on the facts that have already happened." Chen Mo added ruthlessly.

"I use reasoning and analysis to seek happiness for you, but you use it to rub salt into my wounds." Jiang Congwen said weakly.

"Art comes from life and is higher than life. It's all fake, so just let it go." Chen Mo patted Jiang Congwen on the shoulder and comforted him, otherwise he would probably cry again when he sang to this part tonight.

"Besides, you said that you can be unsuccessful in love but successful in career. This song will definitely add fuel to the fire and make the career fire you ignited last night burn even more vigorously."

"Stop talking, brother. Do you know that some words can only comfort yourself, and others will hear them as ridicule." Jiang Congwen said, holding his chest. If possible, he would rather she had not left. "Really? I saw you said this with a smile while eating just now, and you looked quite free and easy." Chen Mo asked knowingly.

"I was pretending, brother." Jiang Congwen stopped pretending.

Good brother, what a stab.

The two were walking and talking when they ran into Zhang Yundong and Lin Nanxi who were talking in the company corridor.

"Huh? Why are you back?" Zhang Yundong asked.

"Senior brother, senior sister." Chen Mo greeted the two first.

"Director Zhang, Sister Nan." Jiang Congwen followed closely behind.

"You are Congwen, right? Yundong just played me the song you recorded this morning. You sang really well." Lin Nanxi responded to the two of them, then looked at Jiang Congwen and asked.

"No, no, it just happens that the song is very suitable for me to sing." Jiang Congwen replied modestly with a smile.

In front of the queen, he didn't have much to brag about. Of course, the main reason was that the two were unfamiliar with each other and had never dealt with each other, so it was not appropriate to joke around.

"Good is good. Only those with strength can seize opportunities." Lin Nanxi said, and then looked at Chen Mo and asked, "Is that the song you wanted to play for me yesterday?"

"Yes, Senior Sister, it would be better for you to listen to the official version directly today." Chen Mo nodded.

"Indeed, where are you now?" Lin Nanxi said.

"I just wrote another song. Let's record the accompaniment." Chen Mo raised the notebook in his hand and signaled to the two of them.

"You wrote another one? Let me see." Zhang Yundong became interested and walked forward.

"I asked first." Lin Nanxi reached out and took the notebook from Chen Mo's hand and said.

Wasn’t that what I asked when we first met?
Zhang Yundong was thinking in his mind but didn't dare to say anything. He just moved over to watch together.

Lin Nanxi glanced at Zhang Yundong who was approaching, but didn't say anything. She even took the notebook over a little.

Both of them are experienced musicians. They hummed the melody in their hearts while watching the song and soon had a general understanding of the song.

"The lyrics are really well written." Lin Nanxi said.

"The song is also very good, especially the prelude, which is very catchy." Zhang Yundong also spoke.

"This song and "King of Karaoke" are both high-quality masterpieces. As a newcomer, it would be a luxury to use any one of them as the main song," said Zhang Yundong.

"Xiao Mo, my senior sister is still searching the world for the title song for her new album, and you just came up with two such excellent works without saying anything. It seems like I am blind to the truth." Lin Nanxi said.

"No, no, senior sister, this is just a sudden inspiration. It's like a blind cat catching a dead mouse." Chen Mo quickly evaded the question.

"I don't care. You have to write one for me anyway. If there is one, there will be two, and then there will be three."

Even the queen of pop is acting like a spoiled brat at this moment.

However, Chen Mo knew that this queen who looked dignified and generous on the surface actually had the mentality of a little girl sometimes in her heart, but only people who were close to her could see this side of her.

When Lin Nanxi went to Chen Mo's house before, she often played teasing on Chen Mo. Whenever Chen Mo was about to fight back, Lin Nanxi would run and hug his mother Fang Shuyun's arms and act coquettishly, and the bad guy would complain first.

Chen Mo has been suffering for a long time.

really……

"Otherwise, I will ask the teacher to put your lifelong event on the agenda as soon as possible. I can help the teacher give advice."

"Write, write, write, sister. You are my biological sister. I will write to you no matter who I write to. Please don't go to my mom to fan the flames." Chen Mo was so confused after hearing this that he stopped talking quickly.

"Okay, then I'll wait." Lin Nanxi said.

Lin Nanxi didn't say she wanted to sing "Love Transfer".

Firstly, the reason why Chen Mo brought Jiang Congwen here was that he had already decided to sing for Jiang Congwen. It was impossible for her to ask for it again. There was no reason to do things this way.

Secondly, this song is not very suitable for her to sing, although she likes the lyrics of the song very much.

"Just now when we were having dinner, I told him to help me soar to the sky. I didn't expect that there would be another song now. It's really my virtuous wife who helps me to reach the sky." Jiang Congwen also laughed.

"I've only heard of people's personalities changing drastically when they encounter misfortunes, but I've never heard of people's preferences changing drastically in this regard?!" Chen Mo immediately retreated three feet away, swallowed his saliva, and said with difficulty.

"You are the one who likes drastic changes. This is an analogy, buddy. Do you understand analogy?" Jiang Congwen's face was filled with black lines.

"Don't compare yourself to others. It's terrible to be uneducated." Chen Mo complained.

"Hehe, we have the same diploma." Jiang Congwen sneered.

"Then write your own lyrics from now on."

"Brother, do you think I'm talking nonsense? I won't sing any song in this life that is not written by you!" Jiang Congwen said shamelessly.

"Where's your face? Where did it fall? Look for it, look for it, pick it up." Chen Mo looked at the ground and pretended to look for it.

"No, it's not lost. I put it in my pocket. I usually take it out when I need it." Jiang Congwen waved his hand.

Seeing the two of them singing and joking, Lin Nanxi and Zhang Yundong also laughed.

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