Lu xinhan sniffed the smell while writing on the white paper. He quickly wrote a song.
He was a talent.
Even Tao shuyi, who had just lost his temper, revealed a look of admiration.
She whispered to director Liu, " although he has a bad temper, he's quite capable. I've heard before that he writes songs based on smell, so every song has its own distinct flavor. Listening to songs is like smelling a fragrance. The sense of smell and hearing are connected."
Xia Bo he took a step back.
No.
Green tea and white Lotus?
She suspected that there was something wrong with this person's nose!
However, Lu xinhan heard it. After finishing the last stroke, he nodded, " that's right, my music is related to smell. The previous song was about smoke and fire, Liu Yitong ... I can smell a strong smell of fireworks."
He turned to look at Xia Bo he.
Xia Bo he trembled, please don't say it!
As expected, Lu xinhan didn't continue. as for the current song, listen.
