The photographer who followed up was half of Chen Minhao's acquaintance, the old photographer who said it was a leak in the hot pot restaurant last time.

After Chen Minhao nodded and said hello, he began his own creation.

The creation of a song is a process of trial and error: after choosing the theme and direction of the song, it is played and sung again and again, and revised again and again.

The process of songwriting is like carving a stubborn stone into a lifelike stone sculpture.

The stone is selected in the mine, the stone is stripped, the outline of the stone carving is processed, and the overall shape and style are slowly carved, and finally the shape and characteristics of the stone carving can be presented by hand polishing and meticulous carving.

Although Chen Minhao already had the score and lyrics in mind, in order to reflect his creative process, he had to play it with the guitar, leaving only a little shadow of the song.

Seeing the stunned expression of the photographer master, Chen Minhao secretly smiled in his heart. I thought to myself that it was fortunate that this was in the practice room, and if I played like this at home, I would probably be disturbed by the neighbors.

Chen Minhao grabbed his hair in distress, wrote something on the A4 white paper, and then made a new attempt.

Just turned over and over a few times, Chen Minhao's hair was grabbed into a chicken nest by himself.

Chen Minhao is still trying, adding the music score in his heart to the songs he plays from time to time, and humming a few words from time to time.

Just like mixing alcohol in water, it is still a colorless liquid to outsiders, but it is essentially making a drastic change.

The song still sounded disorganized, but Chen Minhao knew that he was getting closer to the correct answer.

At first, the photographer Fu was interested in holding the camera and aiming at Chen Minhao to shoot. After a while, he set up the camera on a tripod and sat down in the corner by himself.

During the filming, he couldn't play with his mobile phone or smoke, so he watched Chen Minhao for a whole day: watching him play with his guitar, watching him scratch his hair, watching him write and draw on paper, or watching him walk around on the ground.

Chen Minhao estimated in his heart that according to his current progress, he should be able to complete the "creation" at 10 o'clock tomorrow night.

He put the guitar in his guitar bag, sorted out the manuscripts, and put them away.

He picked up his guitar bag and said to the photographer who was sitting on the ground and yawning several times, "It's been a hard day." ”

Chen Minhao thought to himself that there were only two people in the room, and the two of them didn't say a word for a day, and it would be too embarrassing if they didn't say a word when they left at the end.

The photographer Fu was stunned for a moment and said, "What's so hard about this." It turned out that I was filming a variety show, and I had to carry a camera of about 20 pounds every day, which was called hard work. ”

Chen Minhao nodded, pushed the door and was about to leave.

The photographer put the camera together and asked hesitantly, "How are all the songs on TV and on the Internet created?"

Chen Minhao turned his head, grinned, and said, "I don't know about others, anyway, that's how I wrote it myself." ”

The photographer hesitated for a moment and said, "Is it because your method of creation is wrong, I listen to your songs and those popular songs There is a big gap, or you can learn from the vocal teachers." ”

Chen Minhao nodded and said, "Well, everyone's creative methods are different, and it's not early today, so you should go back early." ”

After saying that, Chen Minhao left immediately, he felt that if the dialogue continued, he would be bullying honest people.

Chen Minhao returned to the dormitory, and as soon as he put down the guitar, Lin Xiuzi stepped forward and whispered in Chen Minhao's ear but said very excitedly: "Have you heard? Xiao Jing and Zeng Shiqing broke up this afternoon." ”

"Whatever, what are they doing. Chen Minhao put down his guitar and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

"How's your creation?" Chen Minhao wiped his face with a towel and heard Lin Xiuzi ask.

"Pretty good, what about you, how are you doing?"

"Now it's just the two of us in the dormitory, why are you still pretending to be here with me. Lin Xiuzi rolled his eyes after speaking.

Chen Minhao showed a puzzled expression: "What are you talking about?"

"I've heard from other trainees who stand at the door of your practice room for a while when they're bored in the afternoon. They said that your songs were ugly, and they also said that they felt good after listening to Xiao Jing's songs. ”

Chen Minhao looked at the mirror in the dormitory, straightened out his hair, and said, "They are so idle, are you so idle? Don't worry, I know the things about creation." ”

"Dare to be affectionate is really a response, then the old saying goes, the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry. What do you like? ”

"What's the matter, you're really angry? Why did you bring out all the flavors of the Northeast? Could it be that in your heart, am I the kind of retarded person who fights to save face? Don't worry, I really know it in my heart, and I smashed my performance, aren't you just on top of the position?"

"I'm sorry, I'm going to beat you upright, okay?"

"Then you have to work hard, you can't beat me by paying attention to these gossips every day. ”

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The next morning, when Chen Minhao arrived at the practice room at 8 o'clock, he found that the photographer master was already waiting inside.

Chen Minhao is more irritable today than yesterday, and the finished manuscript is crumpled by Chen Minhao from time to time and thrown into the trash.

By 6 p.m., Chen Minhao's hairstyle had been messed up by himself.

Chen Minhao crumpled all the manuscripts of the two days together, kneaded them into a large ball, and threw them into the trash.

He carried his guitar to the rooftop of the building.

The photographer picked up the camera and followed in a few quick steps.

The photographer saw through the lens: the young man was handsome and chic, with a well-proportioned and slender figure, and the young man was playing and singing again and again. As the sun sets in the distance, the boy is bathed in the afterglow.

This picture is so beautiful that the photographer Fu remembered his dream of being a photographer when he was young, and he only hated why he didn't have a camera in his hand.

The boy played and sang again and again, from the setting sun, to the sunset, and then to the moon branches.

The boy's voice was a little hoarse, but the song seemed to have finally reached the level of satisfaction with the boy.

Chen Minhao put away his guitar and said to the cameraman: "I've worked hard for you today, and I've been feeding mosquitoes on it for so long." ”

The voice of the cameraman was a little choked, and he said: "In this life, people are most afraid of suddenly understanding a song." ”

There was a hint of embarrassment in the atmosphere, and Chen Minhao didn't know how to speak.

He thought to himself, people have a lifetime, and they are most afraid that honest people will suddenly soar into literary and artistic styles.

Chen Minhao returned to the dormitory, he breathed a sigh of relief, and after performing for almost 2 days, he was really tired.

Chen Minhao has the score and lyrics in his heart, and the so-called creation is just his performance to the outside world.

Performances are all about stories.

People often worship a person not because of how much they have accomplished or how high they have reached. What makes people worship is often the story behind this person: starting from scratch and eventually achieving great things after a lot of setbacks, being disabled and perseverance and eventually becoming a member of the industry, giving a lifetime without asking for anything in return, and so on.

Since people like to read stories, let them see the hardships of their own creation, and see their entanglements and attempts in the creative process.

.........

It was time for the day of rehearsal with makeup.

After Chen Minhao's rehearsal performance, he hugged the guitar and bowed deeply to the staff and trainees in the audience.

Music exists across ages, genders, countries, and races.

A good enough song can grab the attention of all the audience at the moment of opening, and it can also provoke the audience's joy, anger and sorrow with melody in just three or four minutes.

The trainees and staff in the audience were silent, and none of them spoke. Their eyes were either slightly narrowed, or their eyes were red, and they were brought into a stunned mood by Chen Minhao's self-playing and singing.

Because of the rumors that have been circulating among the trainees a few days ago: Chen Minhao's new song is very ugly, so many trainees came to see Chen Minhao's rehearsal with some jokes. But I didn't expect Chen Minhao's performance to completely exceed everyone's expectations, so no one spoke for a while.

After Chen Minhao stepped down, the trainees who were waiting for the stage looked at him without exception, and the heartfelt feelings of envy, jealousy and hatred could not be concealed at all.

Vocal instructor Hou Fujin was stunned for a minute like a magic barrier.

He said to Director Zhang of the program next to him: "I want to see the process of creating this song, the program team should have a video." ”

After Director Zhang saw the staff next to him nodding to him, he said to Hou Fujin, "Let's go to the editing room to watch it together." The original film cannot be brought out. ”

The two watched Chen Minhao's creation video with fast forward and skip, but after watching it, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Director Zhang of the program team took a deep breath of cigarette and asked, "Do you do this for music creation?"

Hou Fujin glanced at the ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts by himself and Director Zhang, sighed and said, "Yes, but it's not." It's true that I'm doing trial and error like him, but you know what? When this little rabbit tries and makes mistakes, I feel that the direction is very clear, and I feel that every attempt is closer to the final result. ”

Hou Fujin saw Director Zhang's confused face, thinking that the interlacing was like a mountain, and continued to add: "It's similar to a stone carving, when this little rabbit cub is carving, it seems that the stone carving is already in the stone, and what he does is to take this stone carving out of the stone." It's a talent for creation. ”

"Talent. Director Zhang said with a long sigh.

After he finished speaking, he touched his stomach and asked, "Do you want to have some supper together?" ”

"Let's go. Let's have a few drinks together. ”

"By the way, what is the name of this song, Chen Minhao didn't say it in the video or during the rehearsal. ”

"This little bunny doesn't seem to have said anything. Aren't you the director of the program group, don't you know?"

"Brother, you don't know if you don't be a director, there are a lot of things to do, I can't do everything, I'll ask my staff below tomorrow. ”

"It's not easy. ”

"Forget it, don't talk about this, let's start with crayfish beer. ”