Chapter 3 Worship the Rain

It was the first morning in 2000, the first night when Bai Kaifeng couldn't sleep all night. The www.biquge.info of what happened in less than a day, even though he had more memories than others for almost ten years, he was still a little overwhelmed by Bai Kaifeng.

In the early morning of the next day, Bai Kaifeng got up early in the morning, a habit he had developed for many years, and his father began to urge him to get up early when he was a student. Bai Kaifeng's father was an ordinary worker in a steel mill in Suzhou, and he went north to Suzhou without studying in his early years. I also met Bai Kaifeng's mother, a female worker in a weaving factory. At that time, no one understood romance, and love was quietly rippling in their eyes.

Throughout the night, Bai Kaifeng gradually connected the somewhat stunned experience into a line. The musical journey of the next ten years is like the footsteps on the beach, clear and transparent. Bai Kaifeng made the bed and walked out of the dormitory building. "Ahh Bai Kaifeng stretched, trying to breathe the last air of his youth greedily, and muttered.

"Grandpa morning. Bai Kaifeng walked and smiled and said to the librarian at the door, "You kid has a sweet mouth, and you come so early every time." The old man's cheeks were carved with wind and frost, his eyes narrowed like a slit, and he smiled at Bai Kaifeng and said. He took the key out of his pocket and opened the door to the library. Bai Kaifeng helped the old man to sit at the counter closest to the door, "Then I'll go in and read." Bai Kaifeng waved his hand at the old man, and after speaking, he walked into Shuhai Linlin's space.

This is Bai Kaifeng's habit that he has not been able to shake for four years, and the library has become his second foothold in college. From here, he got far more than others, especially back to his college days, Bai Kaifeng understood the meaning of these classical literature. Later generations of writers emerged in an endless stream, and all kinds of lyrics and songs were like vegetables crossing the street, for people to choose. Only after experiencing the era of information explosion will you better understand how hard-won a good word is.

Extremely deep classical literacy, rather than relying on imagination, is a very important and even necessary professional element that today's authors lack. This is a sentence that Taiwanese lyricist Fang Wenshan said in later generations. Bai Kaifeng remembered it deeply after hearing it. If you want to become a top music producer, you must be clear about all the elements of the song, and you must at least understand the lyrics and composition.

In the four years of college, I read very little classical literature, and I could only read in my spare time during work. Back to the present, Bai Kaifeng is no longer willing to waste a second and begins to delve into the world of classical Chinese literature. It is true that Bai Kaifeng, as a musician, can remember all kinds of popular songs in later generations, whether it is arrangement or lyrics. But those are just the surface, like no matter how many movies you watch, you remember the lines and stories clearly, and the moment you pick up the camera, you still can't shoot well.

Bai Kaifeng must improve his literacy, at least worthy of his goals. It's not hard to say it's hard to make music, it's not simple, it's not easy, a song with a lyric. A few chords can become a skeleton, and a beat becomes flesh. The coordination of the instruments is the final main course.

Bai Kaifeng has been determined since the morning to become not only a top producer in China, but also the first music producer in China to be recognized by the world. Bai Kaifeng, who was immersed in books, was fascinated by reading, and all kinds of content constantly released Bai Kaifeng's imagination. Just like each of Eileen Chang's novels, if you read them carefully, you can write different words with a little ink. A red rose is from a novel by Eileen Chang.

Chinese music cannot be said to be eight or nine times out of ten, but the famous lyrics, represented by Hong Kong Huang Weiwen, are all written by the iconic lyricists of later generations, all of whom have read thousands of books and accumulated classical heritage in their hearts.

Bai Kaifeng, who clearly grasps the pulse of the music world, is like a famous doctor in ancient times, grasping the dynamics of patients and clearly taking medicine. Bai Kaifeng's first goal at this time is to step into the real world of lyrics and music, "Huh~" Bai Kaifeng closed the book, twisted his somewhat stiff neck, and exhaled. Looking at the morning when the sun was rising outside, "I didn't expect time to pass so quickly, it's almost noon." Bai Kaifeng chuckled through the library glass and looked at the younger students who had finished class and walked towards the cafeteria.

"Bai Kaifeng, you are really here, you didn't go to class in the morning. Just when Bai Kaifeng was a little distracted, a person came from the door of the library, and Bai Kaifeng took a closer look and it turned out to be Xu Chaoyu in his class. The pink skirt wraps around the body, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones, long black hair falls like a waterfall on the shoulders, and smiling eyes are like opals, which still feel a little soft even in the daytime.

Xu Chaoyu jumped all the way to Bai Kaifeng's side, looking down. Bai Kaifeng looked at the person in front of him and twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly. During college, every time he was absent from class, Xu Chaoyu had to lecture himself like this, and at the end of the speech, he couldn't help but cover his face and chuckle. A bell-like sound rang in the empty library. "Nerd, this is a note, I'm about to graduate, so don't take it seriously. Xu Chaoyu put the notebook in his hand on the table.

Bai Kaifeng opened the notebook and sniffed it gently, well, there was a faint girl's fragrance. Lines of beautiful handwriting were neatly written on a notebook that was not big or small, Xu Chaoyu bent down close to Bai Kaifeng, and carefully flipped through the page numbers with his right hand, "These are all the notes from Professor Zhang's class in the morning, well, these sides are the focus." Xu Chaoyu said with a serious face, not realizing that his pretty face was a little too close to Bai Kaifeng's face.

From time to time, Xu Chaoyu's snort and mouth exhaled were heard in his ears, Bai Kaifeng didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after a while, it was a little unnatural. Just when Bai Kaifeng wanted to tell Xu Chaoyu to go back and see again, so that he could leave the somewhat charming atmosphere, his eyes suddenly drifted to the door, and then froze.

Luo Ruxue held the book and stood at the door looking at herself, Xu Chaoyu felt that Bai Kaifeng's body was a little stiff, and then followed Bai Kaifeng's gaze and found Luo Ruxue at the door. At this time, Xu Chaoyu realized that his and Bai Kaifeng's actions were a little embarrassing and too intimate. immediately stood up a little helplessly, then hugged the book to his chest, and said to Bai Kaifeng a little helplessly: "That... Then you can take the notes back and read them, and give them back to me in the next class. After speaking, his face flushed slightly, and he trotted all the way out of the library.

Luo Ruxue looked at Xu Chaoyu who was leaving, snorted softly, walked in front of Bai Kaifeng, and deliberately raised her voice and said, "Why haven't you seen enough of Xu Beauty." Looking at Luo Ruxue, who had a depressed expression, Bai Kaifeng touched his nose a little embarrassed, "I just came here to borrow my notes." "Oh~" Luo Ruxue replied a little absent-mindedly. Bai Kaifeng was also a little helpless, got up as he spoke, and couldn't help but take Luo Ruxue's hand, "Let's go and eat, I'm dying of hunger." “

Luo Ruxue let Bai Kaifeng pull her towards the cafeteria, "Why don't you starve to death." Luo Ruxue looked at Bai Kaifeng's back with some resentment, and muttered in a low voice.