Chapter 921 (2/2)

Yan Su was stunned, but remembered that he was also a director, and heard that he was very powerful.

”Although Li Ming's films are mixed with love, he himself is not cold about love. His films focus on family affection,” molucci turned. ”If you write songs related to love, you can't move him.”

Yan Su's brain quickly turned, ”but if Li Dao's play does not express love, then family and friendship are not very full, he expresses human nature and betrayal.”

”Yes, humanity,” molucci nodded. ”Lyrics can start with humanity.”

Yan Su, the first two big, ”it seems that there are few such lyrics now.”

”It depends on how vividly you show it. I'm not a singer,” he said, and left with his trouser pocket in his pocket.

Yan Su thought hard for a long time. Finally, she found the book no return road recommended by Maurice. When she saw more than one o'clock in the night, she cried. But before going to bed, she vaguely found her inspiration.

She started writing lyrics that night and didn't curl up on the sofa until four in the morning.

I was still woken up by a knock on the door in the morning.

She was so sleepy that she ran to open the door. Maurice was holding breakfast at the door of the station. When she saw her, she was stunned. For the first time, she saw such a bad appearance. Her black hair was disordered. There were sofa marks on her face. Her eyes were squinting vaguely. Her white pajamas were flabby and inclined to one side, revealing a large section of delicate porcelain skin and delicate shoulder blades.

He looked at the throat suddenly a little dry, eyes deep, deep asked: ”where is my porridge?”

”Porridge?” Yan Su Leng a few seconds, just suddenly wake up, ”finished, I overslept, now what time?”

”Seven fifty,” said Maurice, frowning at the dark circles under her eyes. ”What time did you go to bed yesterday?”

”I don't remember. It should be four or five o'clock,” Yan Su rubbed her eyes. ”I forgot to cook porridge. It's too late to cook now.”