The next few days were very fulfilling, not the kind of busy fulfillment, but the kind of fulfillment that grows every day, the kind of fulfillment that brings the pleasure of harvest every day. I haven't experienced this feeling of fulfillment in a long time, except once when I was in elementary school.

"It's a good feeling that I'm making progress every day!" Huang Xiaoya stretched, stood up and smiled at me: "Brother Li, how about signing the names of the two of us on this song this time?"

I don't have any opinions, although this song can almost be regarded as my creation, but the process is really that I and Huang Xiaoya learned and explored together and then created.

This is a song that we have learned in class, and then integrated the old and learned the new, and finally through continuous experimentation, discussion, and continuous revision, it is a Chinese-style song, which is a genre that I have never tried.

In the past, because of the unsatisfactory life, all I wrote were Wang Feng-style cathartic songs. Now that my life is going well, the songs I have composed are a little less feeling, and in the past few days, through the study in class and the discussion with Huang Xiaoya, I finally found another direction of composition.

I have always loved reading books since I was a child, from textbooks to storybooks to novels and histories, so I still have some knowledge of some small tunes in ancient China. Therefore, after learning the idea of composing Chinese-style songs in class, I can be regarded as thinking like a spring. In particular, there is Huang Xiaoya, a curious baby next to me, who accompanies me to create every day, which gives me great vanity and satisfaction.

So, even though this Chinese-style song is my first attempt, it is full of antique flavor when sung. It is different from the tactful and cold of "Blue and White Porcelain", and it is also different from the illusory artistic conception of "Jiangnan" where ancient musical instruments are intertwined in time. Strictly speaking, or my song "The Picker" is more suitable for the category of folk songs, but because of the addition of some Huangmei minor tunes and literary style, it also seems a little antique, and there is still a hint of Chinese style in it.

My song begins with an ancient poem, about a porter in Huangshan who has just finished a business, and he is in a relaxed mood singing a little song down the mountain. Unexpectedly, this porter actually met a friend who went up the mountain to play halfway. After the two exchanged pleasantries, the porter gloomily refused the offer to play together, and then silently went down the mountain.

It's a narrative song that contains some of the inner feelings I had when I met my friends after working as a bricklayer, so it's still full of emotion when it comes to singing, even though it's old-fashioned.

Huang Xiaoya said that when she sang this song, she always remembered an incident when she was a food stall singer before. At that time, she was very confused, and her parents arranged a job for her that she didn't like and a blind date for her that she didn't like. In a fit of rage, she ran away from home in a fit of rage, and when she ran away, she didn't have a penny on her, only an acoustic guitar.

That night, she was hungry with her chest against her back, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, she became a food stall singer to earn some money for food. Food stall singers are not the same as bar singers, this is a profession that requires more cheekiness. Because food stalls don't have the atmosphere of a bar, food stall singers need to pull down their faces to stand in front of the customers who are eating, and sing there with a dead face, hoping that the customers will give a few dollars or order a few songs.

Huang Xiaoya was standing in front of a table of customers who were eating and singing, singing and singing, when someone suddenly came up to her, looked at it carefully, and then shouted in surprise: "Xiaoya, why are you here?" It turned out that the customer who had just come back from going to the toilet happened to be Huang Xiaoya's high school classmate, not to mention how embarrassing the scene was.

Therefore, Huang Xiaoya has special feelings about the porter's refusal to play together. She said that she probably will never forget the scene of her getting rid of her classmates' kindness and leaving her to eat with her in her life. She wrote one of the lyrics, and she said she really wanted to know how her classmates would feel when they heard the song.

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This "Picker" unexpectedly entered the main selection track of Huang Xiaoya's next album, and the company gave me another 50,000 yuan, and specially held an award party.

Of course, at the awards ceremony, Boss Gu handed me a 200,000 KT board, which was awarded the 150,000 yuan bonus last time.

After the awards, my colleagues coaxed me to have a treat, but I had to go home early these days, so I couldn't go crazy with them.

My wife's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and now my feet are a little swollen, I used to come home too late and didn't care much, but I didn't go to sing these days, so I had the opportunity to feel my wife's difficulty. I don't feel at ease if I don't go back early every day to help my wife do laundry and cook.

And his son may have changed to a new environment, or maybe the incident in the bald family had an impact on him, and now he is becoming more and more silent. Sometimes his wife's hanger has already been in front of him, and he is suddenly frightened, jumping up and yelling, crying and begging his wife not to beat him.

Regarding my son's performance, in fact, deep down I doubt my wife, suspect that my wife is short-tempered, and beat him without asking the reason. But my wife is about to give birth, so I don't say anything more, I can only tell stories to my son every day and enlighten him.

So I don't want to participate in this dinner, but I'm afraid that my colleagues will think I'm too stingy, so I can only take out 10,000 yuan and hand it over to Sister Yang, and let her greet my colleagues on my behalf, and then say loudly to everyone: "I'm sorry everyone, my wife is about to give birth, I don't worry about her being at home alone, so you have fun at night, you should eat, drink, Sister Yang has full authority to represent me." ”

Although I am a little sorry for this, it seems to me that there is no problem, after all, I do have something, and Sister Yang is my agent, so it makes sense to entertain my colleagues on my behalf.

But some colleagues don't think so, an original singer named Mao Ran in our studio suddenly slapped the table and scolded: "If you don't want to invite, just say it, what does it mean, everyone is so busy, it's rare for you to have a meal?" made everyone look at each other, and then they all left, and there was no one who wanted to eat.

Sister Yang handed me back 10,000 yuan, patted me on the shoulder and smiled, "Saved." ”

The next day, Huang Xiaoya, who came back from the recording of the show, heard about it, and asked me with a smile if I had paid Mao Ran to slap the table, which made me speechless.

I just laughed at this, I knew that my emotional intelligence was not good, and I knew that there was something wrong with my handling before Mao Ran slapped the table, but if I did it all over again, I would still do it, at most I would make up a better reason before doing it.