Fainted.,I accidentally clicked on the wrong thing when I released it yesterday.,Clicked into a regular release.,As a result, "Chapter 43" was not sent out.,There was a big accident.,I'm very sorry.,It's my fault.,I just got home and I made it up as soon as I saw it.,I hope you forgive me.。

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There are all kinds of people in the world, but some people are very interesting, they are very dark in their hearts, so they feel that everyone in this world is dark, just like Qin Mengmeng, she likes to play some small means to satisfy her illusion of superior IQ, so she feels that everyone likes to play small means to harm her, this is the standard victim paranoia, "there is always a realistic version of Diao Min who wants to harm me".

In fact, Zhang Wei saw that Qin Mengmeng and Meng Jianmin had a leg, except for feeling a little surprised, he really didn't want to use this matter to make a fuss. In Zhang Wei's view, everyone can choose their own way of living, some people value their personality and self-esteem more seriously, and would rather go to the construction site to move bricks to support themselves than take shortcuts or violate the law and morality, some people do not value any character and reputation, as long as the money is fast, they are willing to pay anything, and even their own souls. These two types of people can't talk about right or wrong, they just choose different things, of course, if they take shortcuts to hurt others, it is a big mistake.

Zhang Wei didn't take this matter to heart, he just felt that there was a problem with his vision, last night he thought that Meng Jianming was Qin Mengmeng's father, but he didn't expect the two to have such a relationship.

After breakfast, Zhang Wei returned to his room, copied the melodies of the other two songs, "The Battle of Kalimdor" and "The Light of Artemis", on paper, hummed them gently, felt the style of the music, and pondered in his mind how to write the lyrics for the two songs.

The style of "The Battle of Karimdo" is magnificent and majestic, and the voice of the original singer of the song is rough and heroic, which makes people feel a sense of thick vicissitudes of life as soon as they listen to it, and it is very difficult to make up the lyrics of such a song. The original singer of this song is an elven girl, whose voice is like a heavenly sound, and the whole song is performed like Sarah Brightman's "Ave Maria", which can cleanse people's souls, but how to make up the lyrics of this song is also a problem.

Write out the melodies of the two songs, it was already dark outside, Zhang Wei walked to the training room with three pages of songs thinking about Tutor Liu Huan, this was explained by Liu Huan last night, and it just so happened that he really needed a music person like Liu Huan to point him out the direction of making up words.

Coming to the training room, Qin Mengmeng was already sitting in front of the electronic piano playing and singing, aside from other factors, Qin Mengmeng's talent in music was still there, Liu Huan was sitting on the sofa and listening to Qin Mengmeng's singing with his eyes closed.

Qin Mengmeng saw Zhang Wei coming in, glanced at Zhang Wei coldly, and immediately stopped singing, and buckled the score on the music stand to the keys, so that he was afraid that Zhang Wei would plagiarize.

As soon as Liu Huan listened to the music, he opened his eyes and saw Zhang Wei coming in, and said with a smile: "You are here, come and sit, how are you there, did you have any creative ideas yesterday afternoon?"

Zhang Wei ignored some of Qin Mengmeng's small actions, and directly stepped forward and handed the three pages to Liu Huan, saying: "The tunes of the three songs have been written, and the words of one of them have also been written, and the other two lyrics really can't find the direction, so I want to ask Teacher Liu Huan to give me guidance." ”

"So fast?" Liu Huan looked a little surprised, and said while taking the three pages of paper, "You can't make it up in a hurry, it's about ...... Hey, that's ......."

After Liu Huan's eyes saw the first song "I Wish to Be the Wind", he couldn't say what he wanted to say, his attention was focused on the song, his lips moved slightly, he hummed some tunes in a almost inaudible voice, and his fingers beat little by little on the coffee table in front of him, about five or six minutes later, he suddenly looked up at Zhang Wei, and asked with a surprised face: "This is what you wrote?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" After all, it is a plagiarism of the songs of the elves, and Zhang Wei doesn't know if this kind of song can be recognized by the earth culture.

Liu Huan shook his head slightly, did not answer this question, but said: "You wait first, I'll take a look at your other two songs, well, "The Battle of the Deer", you haven't written the lyrics yet, are you using the piano to compose?"

"Yes. ”

"Well, I'll feel it first,......" Liu Huan was immersed in the score of "The Battle of Karimdor" renamed "The Battle of the Deer", and after watching it for a while, Liu Huan asked without raising his head, "Zhang Wei, are you studying Western classical music in music?"

"Uh...... No, it's just a hobby. ”

"No wonder, both of your songs are a bit Western classical, well, although this song has not been arranged, if it is played by a symphony orchestra, it must be very atmospheric, no wonder you are not good at writing lyrics. ”

The dialogue between Liu Huan and Zhang Wei had already aroused Qin Mengmeng's curiosity, and she also came to the sofa, standing behind the sofa and watching the music created by Zhang Wei. Zhang Wei didn't say anything about this, just watched it, anyway, Liu Huan also watched it, Zhang Wei didn't believe that she dared to blatantly plagiarize in this situation.

After reading the second song, Liu Huan started to read the third song again, and after a few glances, he put away Zhang Wei's score and said to Zhang Wei: "Do you still have a backup of this score?"

Zhang Wei didn't know that Liu Huan was asking, so he said, "Yes." ”

"In this way, I'll go to Shanbao first, let him find a professional band to arrange and listen to the effect, and we'll talk about the lyrics when I come back in the afternoon, you kid is too demonic, if you don't know that you wrote it, I thought it was written by a Western music master, your song "The Battle of the Deer" is somewhat similar to Thomas Bergersen's composition style, but the classical elements are thicker, and the music style also has a unique feeling, very good. Liu Huan did not hesitate to praise Zhang Wei.

Liu Huan's attitude towards music was very serious, he folded Zhang Wei's three compositions and put them in his bag, picked up his coat and said to Zhang Wei and Qin Mengmeng: "You two are free to move around this morning, and I will come back at one o'clock in the afternoon." ”

Seeing Liu Huan leave, Zhang Wei also raised his feet and left, although he and Qin Mengmeng were on the same team, they really didn't have anything to say with such a woman.

"Zhang Wei, you wait. Qin Mengmeng stopped Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei turned around and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"I just wanted to apologize to you, I was a little too headstrong yesterday to say anything about taking turns in the training room, I'm sorry. Qin Mengmeng actually apologized to Zhang Wei.

"There's no need to apologize, everyone has a habit of creating, and it's understandable that I'll go ahead of me when I have some things. Zhang Wei didn't plan to care about Qin Mengmeng, and was ready to leave after saying a word.

Qin Mengmeng hurriedly said: "Zhang Wei, can you help me write a song too?"

"Huh?" Zhang Wei didn't expect Qin Mengmeng to want to let him help her write songs, I really don't know how this woman's brain circuit is long, what is the relationship between the two now, and she doesn't have any points in her heart? Putting aside the competitive relationship, this woman has repeatedly played some small tricks against herself, and in such a situation, she is actually embarrassed to let herself help her write songs......

"I'm afraid this won't work, you can see it, I have two songs that I haven't written yet, and my own songs haven't been written, so I don't have the energy to help you. Zhang Wei refused bluntly, not embarrassed at all.

Qin Mengmeng didn't give up, Liu Huan praised Zhang Wei just now, she really listened to it, and said: "You don't have to worry about the words, just help me write a tune." You see, you can make three tunes in half a day, so it's no problem to write one more. ”

"Hehe, these three tunes were written by me before, and I just used them this time, I can't write three songs in such a short time, no way, I can't help you. Zhang Wei refused again and didn't give Qin Mengmeng a chance to speak, and left directly.

Seeing Zhang Wei leaving, Qin Mengmeng's face immediately became gloomy, with a kind of jealousy and hatred in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and scolded: "Grass mud horse, what is it, aren't you afraid that I have a good song to win over you, what a cautious person, garbage." ”

After scolding, Qin Mengmeng immediately took out the phone, "Godfather, you must help me, that Zhang Wei ......"

Zhang Wei returned to his training room, copied the three songs on paper again, and began to ponder the words of the other two songs. At about ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Wei's mobile phone rang, and when he saw that it was an unfamiliar number, Zhang Wei walked out of the training room to answer it.

"Hey, hello. ”

"Hello, it's Mr. Zhang Weizhang. ”

"I am, who are you?"

"I'm Qin Mengmeng's godfather Meng Jianming, we met last night. ”

Zhang Wei immediately remembered the middle-aged man, so he asked, "Oh, what's the matter with you?"

Meng Jianming said: "I don't know if Mr. Zhang has time at noon today, I want to invite Mr. Zhang to have a meal." ”

"Ouch, unfortunately, I already have an appointment at noon, please speak up if you have anything. ”

"That's the case, Mengmeng, she is relatively weak in creation, I heard that Mr. Zhang is very talented in creation, so I want to buy a song from Mr. Zhang, in order to show my sincerity, I bought it at the highest price in the market, a song of 200,000, I also know that Mr. Zhang is busy with the competition recently, so I can just do the song without lyrics, how about it?" Meng Jianming said very sincerely.

Zhang Wei didn't even hesitate, and said: "Mr. Meng, I'm really sorry, the three tunes I showed to Mr. Liu Huan today were all written before, and I really couldn't write a good tune if you asked me to come up with it in a hurry." ”

"Then let's do it, I'll add another 100,000, Mr. Zhang will cut one of the three existing songs to me, how about it?" Meng Jianming made a non-dividing request, and before Zhang Wei refused, Meng Jianming said: "Mr. Zhang, I have a company called Mingyang Entertainment, which also has a place in the entertainment industry, Mr. Zhang should understand the truth that there are many friends and many roads in the entertainment industry, right?" ”

This means that if you are willing to sell songs, you are a friend, or you are an enemy, this is a naked threat, hearing this, Zhang Weina will continue to be false and wronged with the other party, and said directly: "Mr. Meng, to tell the truth, my family was very similar to let me go to Xiamen University to study, but then I was admitted to the school in Yanjing, and you may not know, I lack everything now, but I am not short of money, so don't talk about it." ”

After speaking, Zhang Wei hung up the phone and said with disdain, "What the hell, think I'm scared?"

In this matter, Zhang Wei is very confident, this kind of self-confidence does not come from all the inheritance of the elf race, but Zhang Wei has never considered developing in the entertainment industry before and now, this draft is just a coincidence, firstly, Zhang Wei himself is curious about this matter, and secondly, he can let his parents see him on TV, which can make the second elder have some comfort, so Zhang Wei will participate in this show.

Everyone has a belief in life, and Zhang Wei's belief is that either you don't do it, or you do it well.