Qiu Shuidan, who used to be a popular singer, is definitely professional in terms of singing skills, her singing voice is clean and thorough, full of feelings, just like a crystal.

Even though this song is smooth and has no ups and downs climax, Qiushui's singing voice is so infectious that even Xuan Wei feels a burst of sadness, let alone ordinary listeners?

If it is an ordinary bitter love song, Qiushui's singing appeal can undoubtedly increase the listener's sense of substitution and sublimate the whole song.

This song is different, though!

The story itself does seem sad, but it is more of a warmth and healing, and Qiushui's singing is so emotional that the sadness in the song overwhelms the warmth, and the tone of the whole song deviates slightly from the original intention.

The reason why Qiushui and Xuanwei feel that there are some flaws is because of this!

"The disciple understands, but how should I modify it?" Xuanwei only dialed it slightly, and Qiushui understood Xuanwei's meaning, but this song was too emotional, and she couldn't change it immediately if she wanted to change it.

"You say, why doesn't the painting of tomorrow night make people feel very sad, but feel a little warm?" asked Xuanwei rhetorically.

Qiushui pondered for a while, and then replied: "Because tomorrow night's paintings are a little less real, and a little more fairy-tale colors, the stories are all warm-colored." ”

This sums up to the idea, tomorrow night's painting is still a child's crayons, and the things drawn are naturally not lifelike, but it is precisely because of this that the picture is shrouded in fairytale-like dreamlike colors.

"The reason is the same, if you add innocent children's voices as harmonies, will it make this song a little less sad and a little more rejuvenated?" Xuan Wei suggested.

"All things are born and restrain each other, there is no top, there is no low, there is no high, and there is no sweetness if there is no bitterness! Thank you for your guidance, master, the disciple is like seeing the sun through the clouds!"

Xuan Wei looked at the message sent by Qiushui, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, the so-called one reason, one hundred reason, Qiushui can understand these truths from music, it can be seen that the music path she is walking now is feasible!

"If you think about it carefully, this song is indeed not suitable for the disciple to perform, but I feel unwilling to give up the disciple like this, so I ......" After a few seconds, Qiushui sent another message.

For some reason, the ellipsis at the end of the message gave Xuan Wei a bad premonition.

"So, please also ask the master to give a voice to the disciple once, this will definitely be a shocking and good work!" Qiu Shui continued.

Fortunately, Qiushui sent text instead of voice, otherwise hearing this, it would definitely lead people to think about it.

"......" Xuan Wei replied, and at this moment, only these six points can express his heart.

"It just so happens that tomorrow night is on your side, so please leave the recording!" Qiushui replied almost instantly.

By the way, she also sent a cappella version of the song.

Xuan Wei was stunned, when did he say yes?

was about to type something to say, Qiushui's avatar suddenly turned gray, and it seemed to be offline?

"This master is really not good!" Xuan Wei sighed, a little helpless.

……

In the evening of the next day, the view of heaven and earth.

"Qiushui, come and take a look, the finished product is out!" Ruoshui raised his phone and shouted at Qiushui.

"It's been done so quickly, your classmates are amazing!" Qiushui excitedly leaned over.

Ruoshui smiled and spread his hands and said: "The materials are all ready-made, it's nothing more than integrating them into a MV, but you, even the master has been pitted!"

"How can this be called a pit, the ideas were all given by the master, and they all helped this step, and it wasn't bad for the last point, right? Besides, you've also heard the recorded songs, if you change to someone else, can you have this degree of completion?" Qiushui argued, a look of thanks to my unique vision.

"Yes, I didn't expect the master to sing so well, I really don't know what he can't?" Ruoshui sighed.

After learning that Xuanwei was delivering underage girls on the train, several disciples found that Xuanwei seemed to be really capable of anything except giving birth!

"You forget, the master is not good at using electronic products, and it is said that the recording is still for tomorrow night's help!" Qiushui snickered.

Thinking of Xuanwei's tricky appearance when she tinkered with her mobile phone, Ruoshui couldn't help but laugh.

The two gathered in the gazebo and clicked on the video.

In the crisp children's humming, a pure white paper appeared on the screen.

The black crayon lines were slowly outlined, and in a few strokes, a little fox with blinking eyes jumped onto the paper.

The fingers of the guqin are melodious, and the picture turns into a colorful dream-like picture.

The three words "Little Fox" appeared on the picture scroll as the name of the song.

Then, there is a series of production lists.

Composer, arranger, lyrics: Qiushui.

Singing: Xuanwei.

Children's voices: Mingye, Qinglian, Yu Yuhang and other children.

Original art: Tomorrow Night.

Late stage: Plastic sisters in the 217 dormitory of Class 1 of the Computer Department of Suzhou and Hangzhou University.

"You can eat it later!" Seeing the content of the joke behind, Qiushui shook his head and said.

"Please less than a million later, it will be on it!" Ruoshui said.

Soon, the simulated piano sound sounded, as beautiful as a pearl.

The picture also switches accordingly, and in the special effects rendering, a picture of the mountains and fields under the moonlight slowly unfolds.

"The stars of heaven illuminate each other. The fox was wounded and curled up on the side of the road. ”

Xuanwei's singing voice cut in at the right time, and the clear and gentle bass makes people feel goosebumps in an instant.

In a very popular saying nowadays, this is probably called "opening your mouth and kneeling"!

The old hunter walked by and saw it with tears in his eyes. The heart was no longer frosty, and he put down his shotgun. ”

Under a tree, the injured little fox curled up and looked at the old hunter with a shotgun in front of him with teary eyes. The old hunter was inexplicably moved by compassion, silently put down the shotgun in his hand, and held the injured little fox in his arms.

"The cottage has a small wobbly bed, and Grandpa laughs loudly every day.

The little fox brought the fragrance of seven-colored flowers, and the old hunter smiled and set up the flower room.

The whole world was dressed in gold, and the warmth was like the palms of big hands, and they sat together in front of the door to watch the sunset.

When the insects sang softly, the forest was sprinkled with moonlight, and the small bed slept peacefully against the big bed.

Far away in the mountains, there is no loneliness and sorrow.

When the sun sets, the moon will be ushered in.

Bend your eyes and smell the fragrance of flowers in the garden.

They dwelt in that place as companions. ”

The static picture seems to come to life, vividly showing the happy life between the old hunter and the little fox, who have become each other's family.

"No, I can't hold on anymore!" Ruoshui wrinkled his nose and said a little unbearable.

Qiushui pursed her lips, Rao was the author of this song, and she had listened to the finished product recorded by Xuanwei several times in advance, and her eyes were red at the moment. She never expected that after combining this song with Tomorrow Night's painting, it would be so infectious!

"Before you know it, time has quietly changed.

It flows through autumn and winter, and then through spring and summer.

Gray hair, staggering steps.

His little fox is also slowly growing up.

The yard is full of more and more flowers, and children often come to play.

The figure of the old man slowly disappeared, and the fox squatted in the flowers to speak to himself. ”

Obviously, Xuanwei's voice and tune have not changed much, but the hearts of Ruoshui and Qiushui both sank, and there was a feeling of being suffocated.

The separation came so suddenly, but it was reasonable, the little fox wandered alone in front of the hut, but there was no kind old man by his side.

Obviously, the singing voice is so soft and soothing, and the pictures are so kind and lovely, why is there a sour sadness?

Finally, at the end of the song, the harmony of Tomorrow Night and others is interspersed.

"Later, the old house was covered with dust and cobwebs.

It finally came to the paradise of its dreams, escaping the small window that had been left for it.

Rush into the white hair, the kindness of the firm. ”

In the pastel colors of the fairytale, the little fox jumped lightly and jumped over a small window.

At that moment, Ruoshui's tears slipped down.

It was obviously a cold and bleak death, but when I saw the little fox happily thrown into the arms of the white-haired figure, even if I knew that it was illusory, I still felt extremely relieved.

"What is lost will eventually come back to you, child, don't be afraid that time will be long. ”

In the epilogue, which is so gentle that there is nothing to add, the picture quietly darkens, and the story comes to an end.

(PS: If you are interested, you can search for this song, Ye Zi personally likes it very much.) I had some lyrics, but I didn't write it and felt that it was a little less flavorful, so I decided to add it. In order to avoid the bigwigs saying that I cut corners, a lot of words have been added to this chapter, I hope you understand. ）