In the recording studio, Xia Yuan was sitting next to Zhang Yiman at the moment, and the two of them were chatting about something.

Seeing that Han Jue was back, Xia Yuan asked, "The mood is quite heavy, are you okay?"

Han Jue shook his head and replied casually: "It's nothing, it's a good thing." ”

"That's clatter. Xia Yuan said perfunctorily.

"There's no need to congratulate you, it's just that you're out of love, a little happy. The corners of Han Jue's mouth were slightly raised, and he waved his hand very deliberately.

Xia Yuan saw that Han Jue was still joking, it seemed that something particularly bad should not have happened.

So he also jokingly shot back: "Shut up, people don't deserve to fall out of love after the age of twenty-five, they can only say break up." ”

Zhang Yiman turned his head left and right, watching them chat like watching TV. Just now, she chatted with Xia Yuan about Han Jue.

Zhang Yiman was a little concerned about the topic of broken love that Han Jue just said, but the two people in front of them were chatting eagerly, but they didn't plan to extend to talk about why they fell out of love, how they fell out of love, and who they were with. It's a shame that Xia Yuan is still a reporter, so you don't even ask about this kind of thing! Zhang Yiman couldn't interject, so he was a little anxious.

Finally, at a pause, Zhang Yiman raised his hand and said loudly: "Uncle, we haven't finished talking about what we just now." ”

Han Jue stopped chatting happily with Xia Yuan. It's still important to get down to business, it's a matter of life and death.

He said to Zhang Yiman: "I'm okay here, but seriously, you should go back and ask your company leaders or your team's opinions first." ”

"Okay. Zhang Yiman agreed. But I thought to myself, even if I added money, I had to ask my uncle to write an album of songs for him.

"Then uncle, let's prepare the song of the breakout competition first!"

Han Jue nodded, then lowered his head thoughtfully.

Regarding Han Jue's sudden distraction, Zhang Yiman and Xia Yuan looked at each other, and were about to wake up Han Jue, when Han Jue suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "There is!"

Zhang Yiman vaguely guessed something, and looked at Han Jue expectantly with big eyes.

Sure enough, Han Jue smiled and said to Zhang Yiman: "Thanks to that phone call just now, I have some ideas about the song you played in the gym competition." ”

"Really?" said Zhang Yiman.

She is looking forward to Han Jue's magic skills in writing songs on the spot. Since the last time Han Jue wrote "Flammable and Explosive" on the spot, Zhang Yiman thinks that the songs written by Han Jue on the spot are more exciting than the songs prepared.

Xia Yuan was also a little surprised, listening to the meaning, he could see the scene of Han Jue's creation. The Internet is full of conspiracy theories about Han Jue's work, which she has seen, but she does not easily draw conclusions until the evidence comes out.

"Is it a story about a broken love?" asked Natsuhara with interest.

"No, it's a story about a breakup. Han Jue smiled, then took out a pen and paper.

Carrying pen and paper with him is Han Jue's habit as a screenwriter, and this habit also comes in handy when creating rap lyrics.

He pulled out a folded stack of paper from the inner pocket of his jacket and unfolded it, on which several sheets were crumpled and old, with paragraphs and scattered sentences or phrases written on them.

After Han Jue took out a blank piece of paper from the bottom, he immediately folded the other pieces of paper and put them back in his clothes pocket. There is still Zhang Yiman who is about to get into his clothes, just to prevent the curious Zhang Yiman from seeing the contents inside.

Xia Yuan quietly jotted down this detail. This is very much in line with the habit of the creator, who is always ready to visit his brain for inspiration, and she carries a notebook with her.

Han Jue flattened the creaseed piece of paper, sat down and began to write.

The staff who were recording over there saw that Han Jue was creating, and their voices were softened. Seeing this, the producer simply announced that everyone would rest for a while, so everyone went out to smoke and rest, and the recording engineer who stayed inside also operated the computer quietly, which was a tacit understanding among fellow creative workers.

Han Jue scribbled and changed without distraction, and Zhang Yiman and Xia Yuan saw the whole process of Han Jue's creation of a song.

He wrote the song first, and the song seemed to be already in Han Jue's mind. Han Jue hummed while [lala, da-da-da], while writing like a god.

After that, I started to write words. Turn the paper over, write the song title in the middle, and then stretch out the long or short sentences like a mind map. There are neat, continuous sentences and broken short sentences. Hum while writing, and the progress is fast.

Zhang Yiman listened to Han Jue's humming just now, and his beautiful eyes shone brightly. Now listening to the vague lyrics, I am looking forward to it.

Xia Yuan was surprised by Han Jue's way of creation, which is completely loaded from 70% of the progress bar, some sentences are all in one go, if it weren't for other musician friends, she would have thought that the people who wrote the songs were written like this.

Speaking of breakup songs, there are not too many Huaxia, but looking at the lyrics, the title of this song is also very interesting. Xia Yuan is also a little looking forward to it.

When Han Jue finished, it was about half an hour later. If it's not done, the staff will have to come in.

"Now, I'll sing it to you first?" Han Jue asked Zhang Yiman as he stretched his waist.

"No! I already have a voice in my head now, I have to sing and watch it quickly!" Zhang Yiman stared at the paper in Han Jue's hand, and stepped in place slightly anxiously, tucked his chin, and put his hands into fists in front of his chest in a prayer shape.

Han Jue handed the paper over, and was taken away by Zhang Yiman like a gust of wind.

Then she stood in the corner, her back to them, and looked at Han Jue's manuscript carefully.

Xia Yuan looked at Zhang Yiman's back and said to Han Jue beside him: "I have also seen a lot of friends who are engaged in music create, you are too different." Or did you write it a long time ago, and then deliberately pretended to create it on the spot in front of Zhang Yiman?"

"Creation is just an explosion of daily accumulation. Han Jue did not deny that it was not created on the spot.

"Some people on the Internet suspect that you didn't write those songs yourself, do you know about this?"

"Actually, that's to be expected. Han Jue said with a smile. In fact, this is even what he wants.

Xia Yuan said: "Do you think skill is important or heart. ”

"Are you starting the interview, or are you just asking?" Han Jue asked.

Xia Yuan lit up the voice recorder in his hand.

"If you're going to listen to political correctness, I'd say skill is the basis for emotion. Let's say KTV ...... In the singing room," Han Jue took the initiative to correct it, "There is a big brother or little girl in it, and she is absolutely full of emotion when she sings, but she sings really ugly." So technology is the basis for singers to express their emotions, which is something that most people agree with. ”

"Well, what about the less "correct" ones?" Xia Yuan asked with interest as soon as she arrived at the interview, and she continued to ask with interest.

"When ordinary people evaluate a song and don't understand the technology, they will judge whether a song is excellent or not by being attentive or not. ”

"Heart-to-heart, in fact, is a sense of language. Whether the timbre is controlled is light or dark. A little more breath, crying, or roaring, whether the tail note is weakened or crescendo, and how to deal with the intonation and frustration of the lyrics, these can be classified as techniques. It sounds like you're going to be careful, but it's probably the ultimate in skill. So there are often nine-year-old boys and girls on TV who have never been in love, and they can also make people feel affectionate when they sing love songs. ”

Han Jue said this and looked at Zhang Yiman.

"Teacher Zhang reasoned my conclusion very well, she is young, inexperienced, and simple-minded, but I have no doubt that I can't sing well to her just now. Even if she hadn't really fallen out of love like me, I think she could have sung that song well. ”

Han Jue said.

"You've kind of convinced me. Xia Yuan pondered for a while, nodded as well, and then she said, "Ask a digression, don't record it." Why did you have that song title?"

"Maybe for some people, love is so bloody. Han Jue touched his chin and said meaningfully.

"Well, "Bloody Love Story", it's weird, but I like it. Xia Yuan nodded and said.