The night is already very deep.

Populus wrapped her clothes and sat at her desk gently rubbing her temples.

He was thinking about what song he would write for his campaign as a United Nations Charity Ambassador.

First of all, it must be a foreign language song, which is in line with the values of the people of Western countries.

The problem is that he didn't pay much attention to foreign songs in his previous life, mainly because foreign languages are not so good.

Simple daily communication is okay, but business negotiation or lyrics and music are definitely not at this level.

Only those very classic, very famous foreign language songs, he has heard.

Of course, in this life, he is also an outstanding graduate of the Central Conservatory of Music in Huaguo.

It's still relatively easy to write above the level.

But if it's a classic song, it's really hard to find.

Now he's just thinking about it, thinking that his skull hurts and he hasn't thought about it yet.

Silently opened a pack of cigarettes, walked outside the balcony and lit the cigarette with a cool breeze.

He doesn't usually smoke it, and only at this time can he smoke one or two.

He knew that his old acquaintance, Master Liu (who appeared in Chapter 64), had died of lung cancer.

Therefore, when you can not smoke it, you will never smoke it.

He himself is also very discouraged from smoking and drinking.

It's just that when I was in Tibet, it was too difficult for a person to miss his wife, so he learned it.

The smoke surrounded the poplar's face in the moonlight.

The teaching buildings in the distance have long been extinguished, and only in the student dormitory area in the distance are some night owls who stay up late playing games and continue to be liverless.

I don't know how long it took, but the smoke had long since turned to ashes.

Hu Yang walked briskly to the study, picked up the pen and wrote "We are the world" on the stave.

It was written by Mike Jackson, a non-negligible presence in the history of music in a previous life.

At the same time, Hu Yang also remembered another song he wrote, which is also suitable for charity singing.

It's just that he chose this one.

After remembering it, it was very fast to write the lyrics yourself.

But composing music is more difficult.

This is a very classic, but not widely circulated, especially in non-foreign language areas.

If it weren't for the space dance moves that I admired when I was young in my previous life, I probably wouldn't have listened to his songs very much.

Populus euphratica began to compose, humming the song in a whispering voice, looking for a suitable scale.

Without a real instrument in his hand, some of the notes were not so accurate, and he himself was not sure.

Besides, even if you have, you can't use it.

It's late at night now, and it's not good to make noise until the parents-in-law go to sleep.

Just as Hu Yang was concentrating on composing a song, the door was quietly opened.

"Xiao Yang, it's already past three o'clock, why don't you sleep yet?" the father-in-law looked at Hu Yang who was lying on the desk with sleepy eyes and asked softly.

Song Xuanzhe knew that he began to be sleepy before eleven o'clock every day.

Now that I haven't slept at this time, can I not wonder?

Hu Yang turned his head and saw Song Xuanzhe holding the doorknob.

whispered: "Dad, you go to sleep first, I still have something to do here, I'm afraid I will forget." ”

Looking at Hu Yang, there was also a look of exhaustion on his face.

Song Xuanzhe said: "You hurry up and go to bed after you are busy early, don't stay up too long." ”

He didn't tell Hu Yang to go to sleep right away, but told him not to stay up too long.

He knew that Populus euphratica must have had its own reasons.

"Well, Dad, go to sleep first, it's almost ready. Hu Yang yawned and said.

The framework of the song was almost ready, and he was ready to finish it now, and the rest would be discussed tomorrow.

Because Populus euphratica, who doesn't stay up late, is now very tired as Song Xuanzhe said.

But you have to stick with it for a while.

Song Xuanzhe looked at so many staves on the table, nodded and said a few words before gently closing the door.

After his father-in-law left, Hu Yang picked up the teacup, took a sip of strong tea to wake up, and rubbed his face.

Continue to compose the music......

It was finally written before half-past four.

After one check-up, Populus euphratica was already tired.

Write a note and put it on it: Don't clean it up!

He was afraid that when his mother-in-law or Xiao Xiaoxiao cleaned up the study tomorrow, he would tidy up the mess inside when he saw it.

Then I confused the order with myself, and then I had to do it all over again, which was quite troublesome.

That's why I left this note.

..........

It was only at noon that poplar opened his blood-red eyes.

In fact, he woke up once at six o'clock, but he was so tired at that time that he continued to sleep with his head covered without even opening his eyes.

As soon as she woke up, she felt that her throat was a little dry and not so comfortable.

As a native of Guangdong Province, he knew that this was caused by staying up late and getting angry.

If it were in Guangdong Province, Populus euphratica would definitely go to the street as soon as possible to drink a cup of bitter herbal tea that makes people frown and make people frown.

It's a pity that this is Rongcheng, the world of hot pot.

He's lived here for so long, and he's never seen such a thing as herbal tea there.

I really can't stand it, it must be Huoxiang Zhengqi water.

If it's serious, it must have gone to the hospital, which is why the anorectal department in the land of abundance is the best in the whole country.

There is still a reason to drop.

"Mom, do you have mung beans at home?" asked Hu Yang in a hoarse voice.

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong with your throat? You stayed up late last night and got angry?" asked Xiao Xiaoxiao, who was making milk powder for her child.

In the morning, Song Xuanzhe told them.

Tell them not to disturb the poplar sleeping, and at the same time let them be quiet.

"It's already boiled, it's frozen in the refrigerator, and Mom will take it out for you. Qiao Jinwen came over and said.

"Is it serious, do you want to go to the hospital?" she asked worriedly as she opened the refrigerator.

"It's nothing, it should be fine tomorrow, if it's more serious by then, let's talk about it. ”

Populus euphratica is a typical Chinese thought.

If there is a small problem with the body, the general situation is to get through it on your own.

I definitely don't want to run to the hospital.

Mainly, there is a natural resistance to being there.

If you can, you won't go.

Of course, Populus euphratica is not the kind of person who shy away from medical treatment.

After drinking mung bean syrup, Populus euphratica felt much more comfortable in his throat.

After a few mouthfuls of food, he went into the study.

No one in it has ever moved, or even if it has been moved at first, it has been swung back into place as much as possible.

Hu Yang looked at the jumbled notes on the staff, but these were beautiful words.

Since I stayed up late to make a rough frame, the rest is naturally not so difficult, it is all water grinding work.

Populus Hu wrote slowly.

Finally, at about eight o'clock in the evening, I wrote a song score that satisfied me.

Of course, this is the first draft, and we will continue to revise it.

Find a recording studio tomorrow and try it out to see how it goes, and what needs to be changed.

The main thing is to play with real instruments, and there is a clear contrast between those scales that are higher or lower.

But these are the little things.