"I don't have much emotional experience, and these two poems are very tiring to write, and most of them are based on some novels or movies. Yang Xiuyuan explained.

This explanation is that Yang Xiuyuan was afraid that Qu Xiuyi would be too surprised, after all, he wrote two poems in one day.

But listening to Qu Xiuyi's ears, it has a different meaning, I breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered in my heart, people who engage in art are a bit scary!

Qu Xiuyi never doubted that Yang Xiuyuan would not be able to write, he knew that Yang Xiuyuan could sing, and she used to listen to this song several times every day when she came home from work, and she had already accepted in her heart that Yang Xiuyuan had creative talent.

For some reason, Qu Xiuyi just didn't want Yang Xiuyuan to sing these two songs, and after thinking about it, he said: "There are too many songs about love and love, you might as well jump out of this theme and write it with your real experience, just like your song in the past, I feel very good when I listen to that song." ”

Yang Xiuyuan stretched out his hand: "Okay, give me the book, I'm pondering." ”

Qu Xiuyi smiled and handed over the notebook.

Gently rubbing the temples, what other works? The kind that transcends love?

It's not easy to rummage through that memory, like looking up a very thick book, page by page.

Of course, it's much better to have keywords.

For example, regret, Yang Xiuyuan found the song of regret almost instantly.

Qu Xiuyi on the side held his hand and looked at Yang Xiuyuan quietly, with an assumption in his mind, if he really came together with this man, what would life be like?

Yang Xiuyuan suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head, and happened to look at Qu Xiuyi.

This look, how can there be a look at a pet? Yang Xiuyuan made up for it by himself, and he made a play.

Qu Xiuyi blushed slightly, but did not leave her gaze, and said, "I heard that your performance stage this time is at the Shudu Conservatory of Music?"

"Shudu Conservatory?

"What the program team told me, several major music academies in China, the program team has run all over, speaking of which, the idea of this program is really good, in order to stimulate the original music of Huaguo, but the effect is average. ”

Last season, there were several academic newcomers, how are the works?

The actual effect is average, and the results achieved only create an original atmosphere of Chinese music.

In Qu Xiuyi's opinion, Xiao Jincheng is a little too taken for granted, but this person is worthy of respect and has always wanted to make some contributions to the Chinese music industry.

Yang Xiuyuan thought back, as if he didn't ask, if it was really in the Shudu Conservatory of Music, there was still an acquaintance in it.

"These are all things that the big guy should consider, I just need to think about it and spell this issue through. Yang Xiuyuan said with a smile.

Qu Xiuyi looked at him with a smile, these words are all lies, how can a person like Yang Xiuyuan not study the general environment.

If Yang Xiuyuan knew what Qu Xiuyi was thinking, he would probably blush, but this time he really didn't study it.

"Okay, I have to go, come on, I'll go to the scene in Shudu to listen to you sing when the time comes. Qu Xiuyi got up.

It was not early, and Yang Xiuyuan sent Qu Xiuyi downstairs.

Upstairs, although someone from Lin Xiaoqi's studio came, he locked himself in his room.

Still on the balcony, Lin Xiaoqi's eyes were red.

In memory

There was a dark night

Abba always lights a dim lamp

The thread on Grandma's hand

Wear a needle

Laughing

The insole was layered several more

Exam papers on the table

I remember it was seventy-nine

.....

This picture is a picture that Lin Xiaoqi dreamed of many times after his father left, he wrote a lot of songs, but never wrote his father and mother into it.

Don't dare to write.

This time, the theme is regret, and the biggest regret in his life is that he didn't cherish it when his father was there.

It wasn't until his father went to another world that he couldn't sleep all night for him.

He doesn't want to write simple words, if he writes about himself, the process is a bit cruel, and he needs to recall it over and over again.

Seventy-nine points is a turning point in his life, his grades were very poor before, and once he inexplicably took the test with seventy-nine points, which was average in the class, but his father and mother were very happy when they found out.

He remembered that scene for the rest of his life.

But at that time, his pleasure was.

There is a crooked apricot tree at the back door

The swing above is kudzu

Abba's broken slingshot

I've been chasing birds for years

....

Writing this, Lin Xiaoqi can't write anymore, the fun of his childhood is too much related to his father.

Kudzu's swing was made by his father, and the broken slingshot was made by his father by stealing his mother's rubber band.

The more you write, the more you crash.

"Knock knock. ”

At this time, there was a knock on Lin Xiaoqi's door.

"Boss, it's time to eat. "The voice outside is a black boy.

Heizai's full name is Zhang Jian, and he is in Lin Xiaoqi's studio and is responsible for arranging music.

Lin Xiaoqi got up and wiped the tears that were about to fall, he swore that he definitely didn't think about blood, and he still shed tears when he wrote songs.

But this theme is so fucked up that it's a bit too much to write about.

The door opened, and the black boy noticed that Lin Xiaoqi was not in the right mood, and said with a smile: "Write yourself down?"

Lin Xiaoqi threw the notebook in his hand to the black boy.

Black boy looked at it and understood, he knew about the boss, his father died of illness last year.

"I think.... Shall we change the subject?"

Lin Xiaoqi shook his head: "I'm not as weak as you think, I've had this idea since last year, and it's not good to run away all the time, so just write it out this time." ”

Lin Xiaoqi mentioned the pen a few times before, but he didn't dare to write, he was in debt when he thought about it, how to write?

Now that I think about it, I still have to write a piece for my father, even if he can't hear it anymore.

Cherish the people in front of you.

.....

After dinner, Yang Xiuyuan still sat on the lamp and pondered.

If you really want to talk about the regrets of life, love is indeed a bit petty.

In the rummaging through that memory, Yang Xiuyuan finally found a work.

After reading the lyrics as if reading, Yang Xiuyuan took a deep breath.

I looked through the singer's own singing in that memory.

Yang Xiuyuan sat at the desk and was stunned for a long time.

It turns out that there are already predecessors who have thought so much about the exploration of life, and have written songs.

Time passed day by day, and compared with Lin Xiaoqi, Yang Xiuyuan didn't seem to be in such a hurry.

On May 3rd, Lin Xiaoqi was already starting to join the band, and Yang Xiuyuan still locked himself in the recording studio to practice singing.

And one practice is a day.

The program team is starting to be a little anxious about Yang Xiuyuan, and when you can't perform, you can just play the piano alone, right?

On May 4th, seeing that Yang Xiuyuan still entered the recording studio, Qiu Li also entered the recording studio on behalf of the program team, ready to communicate with Yang Xiuyuan.

As a result, Qiu Li listened to Yang Xiuyuan sing from beginning to end, and then her eyes came out with red eyes, and she didn't care about Yang Xiuyuan anymore.

Yang Xiuyuan has a certain degree of confidence in the works he wants to present, and the most important thing is that he, a singer, must sing well.

You have to find the resonance of the song and really understand the song.

As for the arrangement, in Yang Xiuyuan's opinion, it is redundant, and the most important thing in this song is emotion.