Chapter 50 Songwriting

"Do you have a girlfriend, tell us about it? Tiffany asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lin Cang: "......"

looked at Tiffany speechlessly, this girl is going to do something.

Looking at Kim Taeyeon, who lowered her head even deeper, Lin Cang suddenly thought of last year's news.

Licking his lips, an inexplicable evil fire surged up.

"Yes. ”

Swish.

Kwon Yoo-ri looked at Lin Cang in confusion, the smile on Tiffany's face froze, and Kim Taeyeon raised her head and looked at Lin Cang in shock.

"Uh...... Lin Cangoppa, you have ...... Got a girlfriend?" Tiffany asked, feeling a little dry in her throat, incredulous.

"Am I like someone who can't find a girlfriend?" Lin Cang looked at Tiffany and said calmly.

"No, no, no. Tiffany hurriedly waved her hand, how could Lin Cang not find a girlfriend.

It's just that how can Lin Cang have a girlfriend, didn't Yuna say that Lin Cang has been unable to let go of Taeyeon in recent years, and is he single?

Wait a minute!

Yuna ?!!!

Tiffany's eyes widened suddenly, and she felt that she might have discovered the truth.

"Lin Cangoppa, your girlfriend...... Who is it?"

Lin Cang: "......"

How do I know who my girlfriend is, isn't this trying to be angry with Kim Taeyeon.

Glancing at Kim Taeyeon, who was still in a state of shock, Lin Cang didn't see an angry look.

I sighed slightly.

It seems that I was self-inflicted.

"Gone. Lin Cang suddenly felt a little excited, picked up the plate, and walked away.

It's really ...... that such a childish behavior would be done by yourself

Does this count as having a young heart?

Thinking like this, Lin Cang left the restaurant.

"What Lin Cang said, it's really fake. "Kwon Yoo-ri still hasn't come back to her senses, if this is true, it's big news.

"I don't know. Tiffany scratched her head, she thought it was Lin Yun'er, but if she thought about it carefully, the logic didn't make sense, if it was really Lin Yun'er, there was no need not to tell them.

Kim Taeyeon didn't speak, her faint eyebrows furrowed.

She didn't know very well what Lin Cang meant by this, whether she had it or not.

"Go back and ask Yun'a, she should know. Kwon Yoori thought for a moment and said.

"Wait for her to come back and ask, now filming in China, don't bother her. Kim Tae-yeon said aloud.

"Yes. ”

"Let's eat. ”

"Good. ”

......

Lin Cang returned to the office and continued to work on the title song.

In addition to the regression song of the combination of the SJ function of the youth, there is also the song prepared by Lin Cang himself.

I've already found a lyricist, and now it's all that's left for his tune.

Some songs are written according to the lyrics, but Lin Cang is obviously the type of person who uses tunes to fill in the lyrics.

He can also fill in the lyrics, but he is not very good at it, and his lyrics skills are not top-notch, far inferior to the composition ability, under normal circumstances, he does not know how to fill in the lyrics.

Lin Cang held his chin, looked at the music score on the computer, and picked the audio track with his right hand from time to time and auditioned.

Nowadays, technology is so advanced that computers can completely replace musical instruments in most cases.

Even though Lin Cang takes music seriously, the subtle differences between computers and musical instruments really don't matter.

The songs here are okay, they are all ready-made songs, Lin Cang only needs to change them slightly, but this new song of his own is a process of starting from scratch, which is very cumbersome.

And Lin Cang is still a perfectionist, this song is a year, so he naturally has to make it seriously, and it is normal to be slow.

Trying various musical instruments at random and listening to various sounds, Lin Cang's eyes were not focused.

His creation is like this, aimlessly, listening casually, compared to purposefully finding syllables, Lin Cang prefers the kind of sound that he discovers by accident and can hit the soul.

Boom.

Boom!

Boom.

Lin Cang tried a few sets of drums at random, but he felt that the sound was not very right.

"Wouldn't it be nice to add drums to the tone of this song. Lin Cang thought silently.

"Where's the trumpet? Nodded the trumpet, as one of the core instruments of the previous symphony performance, Lin Cang still likes this instrument.

emmm......

After listening to a few sets, Lin Cang decisively gave up this instrument.

"Let's keep it simple. Lin Cang canceled all the musical instruments, closed the computer, and took out the guitar that was the easiest to get started, the most popular, and could be seen everywhere.

I tried the sound casually, this guitar is not his, but this guitar is also good, it is one of the best guitars in the company, although the timbre is not as good as Lin Cang's, but there is no big problem, this subtle difference can be ignored in the creation.

Lin Cang played unconsciously, casually popped up a few syllables, and improvised them, such syllables converged together and became a piece of melodious music.

Li Chenxi, who has always acted as a transparent person, closed her eyes and listened, she enjoyed Lin Cang's impromptu playing when she was composing.

This kind of improvisational strumming is not any song, it is just a fragment created by Lin Cang unconsciously, but under Lin Cang's solid musical skills and talent, it is also very pleasant.

"Huh?" Lin Cang paused, tried the sound, put down the guitar, took the pen and paper on the desk, and wrote quickly.

Based on this syllable, quickly write the following tune.

When creating this kind of thing, sometimes a syllable appears, as if a switch is turned on, and the song behind it is written very smoothly.

wrote a lot of tunes in one go, and completed half of the song, put down the pen, Lin Cang picked up the guitar, watched the score play.

Li Chenxi listened, his eyes became brighter and brighter, should he say that it is worthy of Lin Cang, the song sounds really good.

Li Chenxi, as Lin Cang's secretary and assistant, understands music and understands good and bad. And after following Lin Cang for so long, she has listened to too many good songs, and her ears have also been raised.

It's just that Li Chenxi thinks it's good, but Lin Cang's brows are furrowed.

Something is wrong, this song is wrong.

"Something is missing. Lin Cang frowned and muttered.

The song was good, but he always felt like something was missing.

I picked up the score and read it again, and there was nothing wrong with the music I wrote, and it didn't seem to be too much of a problem when I played it, but it just didn't sound right.

Lin Cang hugged the guitar and frowned and thought about what was missing.

"What was I thinking when I wrote this song?"

Lin Cang asked himself.

The answer was no.

"What does this song want to express?love?friendship?family?career?"

Neither.

What is missing, it is already on the horizon.

"There's a lack of a theme. Lin Cang rubbed his temples with a headache.

I forgot such an important thing, and he, as a musician, is also amazing.

Theme, can a song without a theme still be called a song?