When he returned home, Gan Qi suddenly felt that he had no sense of alcohol at all, only that there was a fire in his heart, that he could not sit, that he could not stand, that he could not sleep, and that taking a cold bath would not help.

Opening the newly bought computer of more than 10,000 yuan, Gan Qi also said to himself: "Work hard, work." ”

I recalled the song "Jiu'er" in my mind, cello, suona, drums, violin, trumpet, piano......

These arrangements must be scored, and they must be connected, how the climax rises and falls, and how to rise again.

The stave, Gan Qi doesn't even have an empty stave, and the five lines have to be drawn by himself. Stave is a particularly intuitive notation for musical instrument performance, especially Western instruments, as if it is the best music translation language in instrument performance. As for the drums, there are different scores, the first-line drum scores are also OK, and there are also three-line and five-line scores, all of which are not bad. Five-line ones look the simplest.

That's where the trouble with the orchestra comes in, a little bit has to be arranged, and the different instruments look at the scores of the different instruments. The most basic role of an orchestra conductor is to connect all the different instruments without making any mistakes. Of course, this is the most basic.

Drawing and painting, Gan Qi no longer has that fire in his heart, and he slowly enters the state, meticulous work.

From time to time, I still close my eyes and try to remember, and I also imagine in my mind, constructing the feeling of the whole music.

Writing and drawing, by the time Gan Qi had basically finished his work, he glanced at the time, and it was already half past four in the morning.

Ganchi was ready to go to sleep, but as soon as he got up from his seat, he felt that something was wrong, and there seemed to be a face with a smile lingering in his mind.

Then, Gan Qi sat down again and created a new document on his computer, the name of the document: "Red Sorghum".

In the first half of the eighth lunar month in 1939, my father, a bandit who was just over 14 years old, followed the team of Commander Yu Zhanao, a legendary hero who later became famous all over the world, to ambush the RB people's car team on the Jiaoping Highway......

Writing a novel is a hard job, even if the story is in the head, even if the details are in the head, it is still extremely draining, the author is like a schizophrenic, constantly substituting into each character, thinking about the psychology of the character, thinking about everything about the character, and muttering the words of the character.

I even have to imagine all kinds of scenes all the time, everyone's gestures.

Coding words is also a matter of enjoyment, enjoying the story that I have built in my head, and often forgetting myself and completely forgetting the passage of time.

It was dawn, and Gan Qi finally stood up from his computer, and the knock at the door had been ringing for a while.

When the door opened, Dong Yi walked in, put breakfast on the table, and asked, "Brother Qi, are you going to rehearse today?"

Gan Qi returned to the computer and saved the file, more than 10,000 words, and wrote for more than five hours, and it was now ten o'clock.

"Today is a holiday, no rehearsals. "I haven't slept all night, Gan Qi can't do anything today.

"Thank you Brother Qi for your kindness and kindness, I've been a star for several months, and I always want to pretend to be forced in front of my former friends, but I haven't had time, good today, I'm leaving, go and pretend to be forced!" Dong Yi happily rushed out of the door, probably only a person with Dong Yi's character would say this kind of thing so bluntly.

Dong Yi ran away, Gan Qi picked up breakfast and ate it, held the mobile phone in his hand, and after holding it for a while, Gan Qi sent a message: Teacher Qin, I wrote more than 10,000 words, can you take a look?

"Teacher Gan, add me on WeChat, hurry up and send it, I can't wait to see it. ”

"Oh, okay. ”

Gan Qi sent over the more than 10,000 words that had been written, and then ate his breakfast in a few bites, and finally fell asleep, finally able to fall asleep.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door, and Gan Qi was already asleep and could not be heard.

Not long after, the call came, Qin Jing's call.

Ganchi slept dead and couldn't hear.

After several consecutive missed calls, Qin Jing's message came again: Mr. Gan, what about the follow-up of the story?

"Teacher Gan, are you busy?"

"Mr. Gan, remember to call back. ”

"Teacher Gan ......"

By the time Gan Qi woke up, the sun had already reached the west, and there were a lot of prompts on his phone.

I first made a phone call back to Lin Haiyin of the Beijing Youth Symphony Orchestra, and agreed to meet him at the Municipal Cultural Palace the next morning, where the orchestra's rehearsal site was located.

Then I called Zhang Zhendong back, told me about yesterday, and then talked about the concert for a while.

called Yuan Hong back again, and then said that he was drunk and stupid.

Yuan Hong replied: "Don't talk nonsense, haven't you written a novel of more than 10,000 words? I've read it all, what about next?"

"I'll keep writing in the evening!" Ganchi smiled wryly.

"Well, this story is really good, you write it very well, remember to take the initiative to send it to me after writing, I can wait to see it, I still sent it from Qin Jing, I recognize your brother in vain. Yuan Hong seemed to be a little angry.

"I also wrote it casually to help Mr. Qin understand a lyric. Ganchi replied.

"Come on, I don't know if you're careful? You're busy, I have something to do. Yuan Hong said with a smile that saw through something, snap, the phone was hung up, I was really busy.

After hanging up the phone, Gan Qi looked at the phone, a little puzzled, and muttered to himself, "Am I so obvious?"

The rest of the messages in the mobile phone were all Qin Jing's, and Gan Qi was a little hesitant whether to return the call.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jing's phone called.

"Hello, Mr. Qin. ”

"You didn't sleep all night last night, did you?"

"Slept, slept well. After saying that, Gan Qi still regretted a little, and didn't understand why he blurted out a lie.

"Did you really sleep?" where did you come up with the 10,000-word story that came up in the morning?"

"I wrote it before. "As long as there is one liar, it must be repeated.

"Okay, Xiaoqi, you're a little stupid and cute, come out for a meal? ”

"I'm ......" Gan Qi stammered, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't be so stupid, he had to show his manly spirit, and replied, "No, I invite you, the palace hotel." ”

"You're coming to pick me up?"

"Okay, you stay home and wait, I'll pick you up. Gan Qi felt that his momentum was back, and men had to be like this, unhurried.

"Okay. I forgot about money last time, so let's talk about it today. Qin Jing seemed to have a legitimate excuse to eat.

"What's not money? Eat and eat, don't talk about anything else. Just wait. Gan Qi hung up the phone after saying that, refreshed, and felt that he should be such a man.

I don't know what Qin Jing's expression on the other end of the phone is, she should be smiling......

The clothes at home, Gan Qi tried and tried, yesterday he was still well dressed, today he felt that there was a problem with which one was worn on his body, he washed up well, went downstairs directly, got in the car and said to Li Gang: "Brother Li, find a big shopping mall, buy clothes, buy expensive ones." ”