86: Chapter 86 Jiang Feng, are you playing me?

"Now, can you start writing the song?"

"We have less than an hour left."

Li Qingwan reminded him.

"No rush."

"I'm a little hungry."

"Go buy some breakfast for me."

"I want two buns, one with pork filling and one with beef filling."

"In addition, I need a serving of soy milk and a bowl of congee."

"Hmm... if possible, I'd also like a tea egg."

Jiang Feng said all at once.

"Wait, there's only an hour left and you still want to eat breakfast?"

Li Qingwan's eyes widened.

She felt like she was going to cry.

What on earth was this guy doing?

Did he really not know how anxious she was right now?

"A person isn't a machine; they have to be full to work properly."

"Don't worry, it won't affect the songwriting."

"Besides, you only get more inspiration after you've eaten and drunk your fill, right?"

Jiang Feng said.

"Fine!"

"I'll go buy it for you!"

Li Qingwan gritted her teeth.

She wanted to see what would happen after satisfying all of Jiang Feng's demands.

What kind of song could he actually write?

However, this guy really dared to ask for anything.

She, Li Qingwan, had always been high and mighty.

When had she ever bought breakfast for someone else?

This guy was certainly the first.

...

Soon.

Li Qingwan returned, out of breath, with all the breakfast items.

"Eat up."

"I bought everything exactly as you requested."

"Buns, tea egg, soy milk, and congee!"

Li Qingwan said huffily.

This guy was eating so much, he wasn't afraid of bursting.

"Not bad."

Seeing this, Jiang Feng nodded in praise.

"Want to have some with me?"

Jiang Feng picked up a bun and put it in his mouth.

He asked indistinctly while chewing.

"Never mind."

"I can't eat."

Li Qingwan shook her head.

At this moment, she really couldn't swallow a thing.

She only hoped Jiang Feng would finish quickly.

And then get on with his proper business.

Li Qingwan checked her watch.

It was already nine-thirty.

There were only thirty minutes left until their ten o'clock appointment.

"Then I'll just eat by myself."

Jiang Feng chuckled.

Then, he began to enjoy his breakfast.

Worse yet, he ate slowly and methodically.

Watching him made Li Qingwan feel even more uncomfortable.

Finally.

After a long wait.

And much psychological torture.

Jiang Feng finally finished his breakfast.

"Tell me."

"What kind of requirements does that leader from the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala have for this song?"

Jiang Feng asked while using a toothpick.

"The requirements are actually simple, but writing it is very difficult."

"I'll keep it brief."

"The general idea is to write a song that can convey the spirit of the Liangzhou people."

"The fact that a sub-venue for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is being held here is also for this purpose."

Li Qingwan glanced at the time; there were only twenty minutes left.

So, she kept her explanation short.

However, even though she spoke in general terms.

Jiang Feng still understood.

Thinking about the background of this place, Jiang Feng understood instantly.

This was Liangzhou, one of the poorest areas.

Moreover, a large number of Yi ethnic group people lived here.

Therefore, the officials wanted a song that could express the local folk culture.

Something that could bridge the gap with the ethnic minorities.

"These are the two songs that Gold Medal Producer Hou Yun wrote earlier."

"You can use them as a reference."

Li Qingwan also brought out the two songs written by that gold-medal producer, Gold Medal Producer Hou Yun.

Jiang Feng took a look.

He immediately shook his head.

These two songs basically followed the path of landscape-themed music.

They depicted the mountains and waters of Liangzhou, but didn't truly convey the spirit of the Liangzhou people.

Thinking of this.

A song instantly appeared in Jiang Feng's mind.

This song could definitely represent the spirit of the Liangzhou people.

And it could also be used to bridge the gap with the people of Liangzhou.

Thinking of this.

Jiang Feng quickly exchanged for this song in his mind.

Then, the pen in his hand began to dance across the paper with grand flourishes.

In less than five minutes.

Jiang Feng set down his pen.

"Finished."

Jiang Feng put the pen aside and said.

"Finished?"

Li Qingwan hadn't even reacted yet.

Jiang Feng was already done?

It had only been a few minutes.

Was Jiang Feng sure he wasn't teasing her?

"Let me see."

With a gaze full of anticipation, Li Qingwan picked up the paper Jiang Feng had just finished writing on.

At this moment, her heart was definitely pounding with anxiety.

She was afraid that Jiang Feng was just going through the motions.

She was even more afraid that Jiang Feng hadn't written anything at all.

However.

When she picked up that piece of paper.

Her face instantly turned pale.

Jiang Feng had indeed written a large section.

But!

It was all gibberish scribbles!

They weren't lyrics at all!!!

"Jiang Feng! Why did you lie to me!!!"

Li Qingwan felt a tightness in her chest.

She nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

She felt like she had been played by Jiang Feng.

This guy never intended to write a song for her.

He was simply deceiving her!!!

And to think she had trusted Jiang Feng so much.

In an instant, Li Qingwan felt incredibly wronged.

Tears almost fell from her eyes.

"When did I lie to you?"

Jiang Feng was completely bewildered.

"You still say you didn't lie to me."

"I asked you to write a song."

"What are these gibberish scribbles you wrote?"

Li Qingwan held up the paper, looking at Jiang Feng with disappointed eyes.

"Big sister, what gibberish? This is the yi language, you know?"

Jiang Feng was somewhat speechless.

"yi language?"

Li Qingwan was stunned.

She really hadn't thought of that possibility.

"Didn't you say you wanted a song that could represent the spirit of the Liangzhou people?"

"In Liangzhou, the majority are Yi people. Isn't it just right to use the yi language for this song?"

"Moreover, it can satisfy what your leader said about bridging the gap with the Liangzhou people."

Jiang Feng explained.

"But, I don't know the yi language?"

Li Qingwan said after a moment of hesitation.

"It's fine, it's very simple. I believe with your talent, you'll be able to learn the yi language for one song very quickly."

"Besides, the lyrics of this song are particularly simple."

Jiang Feng comforted her.

"Alright."

"At this point, it's the only option."

"I'll send this song to the leader first."

Li Qingwan said.

Then, she had Jiang Feng convert the song into an electronic file to send to her.

Then she quickly sent it to Director Zhu via email.

After sending it.

Li Qingwan slumped onto the sofa.

She stared blankly at the ceiling.

At this point, she had no time to consider whether the song sounded good or not.

Now, she only hoped that the leader would pass the song's review.

"You even know the yi language?"

Li Qingwan looked at Jiang Feng in surprise.

"I know a little bit, barely."

Jiang Feng said.

In fact, he only knew the few simple lines from the song.