The two of them walked out of the hotel door, and after a few steps, the rain poured from the sky, and they could only use their hands to protect their heads and trot back.

At the door of the hotel, Gu Huo looked up at the dark sky and looked depressed: "Don't even God want to listen to my songs?"

Seeing that he had entered a negative mode, Mi Qi thought to himself that the so-called artists were really so sad and sentimental, but even if it rained, they could add so many scenes to themselves.

It's not okay to let the artist be passive, so she thought for a moment and said, "I don't have to go to the park." It rains or not, the rain is so loud that it just covers the sound of your piano. ”

As she spoke, she pulled Gu Huo to the corner, "There shouldn't be any complaints here." ”

Gu Huo still looked sullen, but he didn't raise any objections.

"Alright, sir, please begin your show. ”

Miki made an exaggerated gesture of please, but still couldn't make Gu Huo's mood look better. He kept his head down, his slender fingers plucking at random on the strings.

The melody is relatively light, which is still his usual style. The tempo change is a matter of course, so when he hears the second stanza, Miki can casually hum the tune of the next sentence.

She didn't mean to, but it greatly stimulated Gu Huo, the guitar stopped abruptly, and Mi Qi looked at him suspiciously.

Gu Huo lowered his head, his hand on the guitar weakly, and he teased it for a while.

"Do you think I'm not growing?"

His voice sounded very dull. Miki couldn't see his face, but he could imagine that he should have an unwilling expression on his face now.

She tried to make eye contact with Guho, even though the other man kept trying to dodge.

"I don't think so, and you don't think so. She spoke patiently and softly. "That's your musical style, there's no need to force a change in order to please the judges of the Golden Disc Awards. And can those judges represent the whole world, and they say that it is good? If you think about it, Luo Gaoyuan has debuted for more than 30 years and has won only a handful of awards, but this does not prevent him from becoming the godfather of music, nor does it prevent him from winning the love and support of the audience. ”

It's not a wise choice to please the judges and change the style of music easily. There are too many such precedents in the circle, and the singer-songwriter Lu Chengfeng, who debuted a few years before TheLava, once went in and out of the same music classroom as Gu Huo, and the two were classmates and often discussed and exchanged together.

Lu Chengfeng was named the originator of small freshness, and because of his brisk melody and literary lyrics, he won the love of literary and artistic youth. In the fifth year of his debut, he has not even been nominated for the Golden Disc Award. The more daring one in the judging panel said bluntly that what he wrote was all pretentious saliva songs, and the work itself had no musicality at all.

Lu Chengfeng almost became popular with his songs, but he also admitted that the part of the group that listened to his songs did not have much musical literacy, and they just liked the lyrics that were free of illness and moaning, in order to show their independent image.

In fact, he himself doesn't like to pile up flowery rhetoric, but the company will only arrange this kind of words for his songs. In addition, he prefers more informative arrangements rather than monotonous chords. But his idea is just his idea, and the company's approach is another matter. His songs were packaged as small fresh bestsellers, and he was helpless.

In the sixth year of his debut, Lu Chengfeng's contract with the economic company expired and he did not choose to continue to renew the contract. He set up his own music studio and was determined to create his own compositions entirely.

The first album to stand on its own, sales fell miserably. Professional music critics have polarized reviews, with some saying that he is a phoenix bursting into new life, while others say that he wants to do something professional and is reluctant to leave the audience behind. This contradiction in mentality is vividly reflected in the music.

Lu Chengfeng fought against the odds, looking forward to winning gold at the Golden Record Awards. He was disappointed by the results, and he still didn't even get a nomination that year. The jury commented on it in just three words: four are not like.

The audience has been lost, and the awards have not been won, which is really more than worth the loss. On the day of the Golden Record Award ceremony, Lu Chengfeng broadcast live in the studio. He casually wrote a rap, scolded the Golden Record Award, and laughed at himself at the same time.

As a result, this RAP written to play was actually popular, and netizens said that maybe rap was the music route he should choose.

Lu Chengfeng was confused, and his plans were all messed up. What kind of music should he do, when he terminated the contract with the company, he was bent on getting the recognition of the Golden Record Award, but he was completely denied. It's not impossible to go back to the previous route, but there is a serious loss of listeners, and he himself really doesn't want to continue writing saliva songs. Netizens asked him to do rap, but rap culture is seriously unsuitable in China, and domestic rappers have followed one after another, but they still can't change the fact that rap is a niche music in China.

Lu Chengfeng never wrote a big hit song later, so he could only participate in various music programs with old songs and new songs, repeating the old songs from the past, and now he is a representative of fried cold rice singers.

The experience of his former classmates still frightens Gu Huo, which is why he is reluctant to try new genres easily.

You write some songs, and the audience thinks that's your style. They're used to your style, and what they want to hear from you is your style, not anything else. If they want a change of taste, they will naturally listen to other singers.

You give them something, and they define you with those things. Once you get out of the definition, they will see it as deception and betrayal. They are looking for you in you, and you want to be a different version of yourself.

The masses make art, but they limit it.

Guho knew this.

Lu Chengfeng chose to stand on his own when he was at his hottest, and Gu Huo did not agree with his decision at that time.

That was the last time they met in a music classroom, and the two of them were standing in front of the window. The beige curtains were blown up by the wind and hit them, but they didn't know it.

The wind was too strong, and the smoke in Lu Chengfeng's hand was clearly extinguished. He used to be a non-smoker, and I don't know when he started to learn to smoke.

Taking a hard puff of his cigarette, he said to Guho: "When you're like me, no matter what you write, fans only say good things, you suddenly realize that they're just a bunch of liars." Because some of the songs are just garbage, you have already thrown them away, but the company has picked them up in order to make up the numbers. ”

Gujo didn't know what to say.

"Without fans, can my music works still be recognized by professionals, can they be loved by the general public?" Lu Chengfeng's eyes became confused: "For so many years since my debut, I have been living in the world of lies created by fans. When the contract expires, it's time for me to understand the perceptions and attitudes of the outside world. ”

At that time, Gu Huo and TheLava were still struggling on the fringes of third-tier artists, and at that time, they wanted more fans and wanted to go further, so they naturally couldn't empathize with Lu Chengfeng's words.

But now it's different from the past, TheLava has been promoted to a quasi-first-line boy group, and he can also understand Lu Chengfeng's mood at that time. After debuting for so many years, he needs the most authoritative award in the industry to prove himself, and at the same time, he must defend his position in the industry through this award.

Thinking of this, he regained his energy and continued to pluck the strings.

This time, Miki learned wisely, held his breath, and stood motionless next to him, for fear that he would accidentally touch the artist's sensitive nerves.

The torrential rain showed no sign of abating. At this time, a leisurely rainbow umbrella suddenly appeared in the rainstorm, and Miki had always wanted to buy a rainbow umbrella, but now the umbrella he held was new and strong, and there was no reason to retire it. So the rainbow umbrella has become a white rose that she can't find, and every time it rains, she can be seen showing an obsessive and greedy look in the rain. The rainbow umbrella is getting closer and closer, and it seems that the owner of the umbrella is also a hotel guest.

The rainbow umbrella got closer and closer to Miki, so close that she was too embarrassed to continue staring. So her eyes fell on the heavy rain, staring at the kitten hiding from the rain under the tree.

“hi。 ”

A hoarse male voice aroused her attention, and it turned out that it was Guhuo's neighbor on the other side of the door, the big brother with dreadlocks, who greeted her. And Miki also found out that he was the owner of the rainbow umbrella, so many coincidences came together, she believed that it must be fate at work, and it is estimated that something good will happen next.

As for what a good thing it is, she can't figure it out.

“hi。 She smiled.

Gujo is still playing the guitar, oblivious to the outside world.

The man asked Miki in accented English, "Is this boy your boyfriend?"

Miki also replied in accented English, "No, he's my boss." ”

The man nodded, his green eyes staring at Gu Huo as if he was interested in him. "Your boss is a singer?"

"Sort of. Miki replied.

"He's playing a song he wrote himself?"

"Yes. ”

The man fell silent, holding his arms and tilting his head, relieved to be a listener.

Miki breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to herself that if this man didn't shut up, she wouldn't be able to say any more. Her English was only a little better than her three-legged cat's Japanese, and the few words of conversation just now had already consumed her life's work, and she was afraid that she would be foaming at the mouth on the spot if she said one more.

After about five minutes, the man walked up to Gujo, gave him a friendly tap on the shoulder, and asked him to lend his guitar to himself.

What happened next left Miki and Gu Huo dumbfounded, and the man casually plucked the strings, which turned out to be the tune Gu Huo had been playing. The most terrifying thing is that he is not simply copying, he adds his own elements, although only a few notes are changed, but the effect is very different.

If the song written by Guho was a smooth and smooth straight line, now it becomes a curve. The straight line is concise and straightforward, but the lack of variation is boring.

The curve is different, the curve is changeable and flexible.

Miki couldn't guess what kind of key it would be until he slid to the next note, but once he got to the next note, Miki felt that it was right, and it should be this key.

She and Gu Huo looked at each other, it seemed that they had met the great god.

At the end of the song, the man returned the guitar to Gu Huo and said very generously, "You can use it." ”

Gu Huo was so overjoyed that he forgot to say thank you. Holding the guitar and playing it over and over again, the gloom on his face was finally swept away.

Seeing that the man was about to leave, Miqi, who was quite sensible, hurriedly asked him, "May I ask what your name is——?"

If the song is to be officially published, in order to avoid unnecessary lawsuits and troubles, the composer must have his name in the column.

The man smiled and waved his hand, "This is God's handiwork, you can sign it by Jehovah." ”

With that, the man left.

Miki savored what he said, thinking that this style was really foreigner.

Gu Huo received the guidance of the master, as if he had suddenly opened his mouth, and changed the whole song again. It's just that the tune has been changed, and the lyrics are even more nerve-wracking. Composition, choreography, arrangement, he is good at all of these, but he can't do it anyway except for writing lyrics.

Mi Qi secretly observed his expression, why was he happy for a while, and scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously.

"What's the matter, isn't the song very good, I can guarantee that this one will be a hit. ”

Gu Huo frowned, "Of course the song is good, but no matter how good the song is, it can't be sold without words." ”

Miki knew that Guhuo's songs were usually written by the forest, and André was responsible for being the male lead in the music video. He has no other advantages anyway, and his appearance and acting skills are still a lot of traffic.

"Isn't it always the forest that writes you the words, and when you go back, you will go to him. ”

"I can't wait. With that, he looked at Miki meaningfully.

Miqi's head was full of black lines: "You don't want to say that you want to go back to China now, right?"

Gu Huo also knew that his request was not very reasonable, so he nodded cautiously.

Miki has an urge to pick up a knife and cut people, they have only been in Japan for a few days, and because of Gu Huo, a drama spirit, they have to work on creation for a while, and they haven't gone out to play at all. Now she said that she would return to China if she returned to China, and she was absolutely unwilling.

But she didn't want to say it, after all, all the expenses of this trip were credited to Gu Huo, and of course he had the right to terminate the trip at any time. And she can also understand his eagerness, artists, always very enthusiastic and desperate for their works.

Miki's eyes rolled, and he quickly came up with the idea of getting the best of both worlds.

"Isn't it just lyrics, and the forest is not the only one in this world who can write. She raised her eyebrows at Gu Huoyi: "Leave this matter to me, stay up late tonight and give you a whole small composition." ”

Of course, Gu Huo was deeply suspicious: "You can't do it, you." ”

"Why not, I was good at writing in high school. Although the Chinese teacher had no appreciative ability and always gave me low marks, I never looked down on him and never blamed him. ”

"Okay, okay, then you can write it, write it out and I'll take a look, if it doesn't work, you still have to go back to China to find wood." Gu Huo believed her for the time being, and there was no loss anyway.

On this day, Miki didn't eat lunch at all, so she locked herself in her room and buried herself in writing. I came out for dinner, but I didn't have a good appetite, and I put down my knife and fork after two bites.

"Art makes people decadent. She said to Gu Huo angrily: "It's better to work people, and the working people are healthy and positive." ”

After eating, she locked herself up again and lit an orange lamp to fight at night.

It was about one o'clock in the morning, and Gu Huo was just about to fall asleep, when suddenly the door rang, and through the cat's eyes, he saw that it was Miqi.

Miqi's eyes were bloodshot and blue, she walked straight to the Guhuo room, sat on the carpet, and then waved at the people with a blank face.

Guho closed the door and sat down across from her.

Miki pulled out a folded A4 piece of paper from her pajama pocket, and the black pen was densely written with her heart's work.

Guho spread the paper on the carpet and lowered his head to read.

Miki covered her mouth and yawned, staring blankly at the pattern on the carpet. Suddenly, she was hugged by Gu Huo, and before she could blush, Gu Huo let her go.

Grabbing Miqi's shoulder, Gu Huo said with surprise on his face: "You are really a treasure all over your body!"

Miki was so sleepy that he was angry, he snapped off his two dirty hooves, and said angrily, "It seems to have passed?"

"100% pass!" Gu Huo was excited.

"Then we can continue to play in Japan?"

"I really underestimate you, your writing is really good. ”

"How about going to Disneyland tomorrow?"

"Where did you get the inspiration to write so much nonsense. ”

...... The two of them are basically talking about chickens and ducks.

Gu Huo continued to be in a state of excitement, and Miki was originally very sleepy, but it seemed to be a little infected by his high emotions, and then he was not so sleepy.

"Lyricist, write your own name. She said to Guho.

"Why?" Gu Huo was puzzled: "You're not a spy, do you need to hide your identity?"

Mi Qi scratched his hair and said very stinkyly: "In case a cheap fan friend searches for my name on the Internet and finds out that I am a big beauty, then I won't be popular, you know I don't want to be popular." ”

Guho said, "Then I can't take the fruits of your labor for myself." ”

"Heh, it's quite a work ethic. ”

"Well, the lyricist writes anonymously. Gu Huo decided: "If you are a composer, since that foreign Lei Feng does good deeds without leaving a name, then only write my name." ”

Miki made an OK gesture, and then got up slowly, seeing that it meant that he was ready to go back to his room and sleep. Gu Huo seemed to suddenly fall into deep thought, not noticing the movement on her side.

"Miki. Gu Huo suddenly stopped her.

He rarely called her by her first name or surname like this, so Miki felt unusual. She stopped and looked over to Guhuo.

Gu Huo's eyes were fixed on her, his eyes sincere and sad: "Can the lyricist write someone else's name?"

Mi Qi was relieved, but he didn't break it: "Okay, as long as it's not a criminal or criminal." ”

Gu Huo smiled gratefully.

Mi Qi asked quietly: "Who are you talking about?"

"An old friend, now gone. Gu Huo smiled very lonely, "The content of the lyrics reminds me of him. ”

Miki expressed her understanding that these words were also a letter she wrote to her deceased relatives.