After Zheng Xudong told Li Yugang that his songs were more difficult, he saw Li Yugang's face pale and crumbling, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help him, afraid that it would be bad for him to fall down in the pavilion and bump into something.

Seeing this situation, Dong Qing also hurriedly came over to help Zheng Xudong help Li Yugang sit on the chaise longue, and Gao Xiaosong next to him sighed and said: "Brother Yugang, you should know that your song is the most difficult to create, not to mention the ancient style and ancient rhyme, but also mixed with the Peking Opera singing, if you don't write well, you will write badly, which is why I don't dare to take your job." Let me write and write, but you can't limit my time, I have to find inspiration on my own. Alas, one word, difficult!"

As soon as Li Yugang heard this, he took out his white handkerchief and was about to wipe his tears, Dong Qing glared at Gao Xiaosong angrily after seeing it, "You can't say a few words." ”

Linghua and Zeng Yi couldn't care about being happy at this time, and they also came over to persuade Li Yugang, "Good songs are hard to find, good things are grinding!"

Zheng Xudong mentioned the price of his songs after he came in, just to pave the way that no one came to him, he would write songs, so that his works would not be worthless, this kind of worthlessness is not "money", it is the feeling of worthlessness, which makes people feel that he is very "cheap", and anyone who looks for it will agree. He wants to let the people in the circle know what the price of asking him to write songs is, and he is not the kind of "slut" who will only recognize money if you take money and I will write songs for you, he wants everyone to know that it is very expensive to write songs with him, and before coming, you must weigh the value, and then one has to look at the favor, and if you give money, you must also have a favor, not the kind of thing that buys vegetables in the market with one hand and one hand. That's what he ultimately thinks. He must be approached by an acquaintance to compose songs, so that both parties will receive his favor, and his songs represent the trend of future popular development and are very expensive! This set of theories was learned from his thick black father who studied ancient Chinese, and it is indispensable to apply them to today's society.

Seeing Li Yugang's current appearance, he knows that if he takes out a song to give him now, he will definitely cherish it incomparably, and he will also receive his favor.

"Brother Li, don't worry, don't get angry, although your song is more difficult, it's not a problem, you let me smoke a cigarette and think about it. Zheng Xudong put out the cigar when he was creating "Sing Loudly" just now, and at this time picked up the cigar that had just been extinguished and put it in his mouth, and before he could get the cigar special lighter on the stone table, Li Yugang suddenly got up from the chaise longue, grabbed the lighter on the stone table, and took the initiative to light the cigar for Zheng Xudong.

"Anton, I'm sorry, I was a little emotional just now! I made my brother laugh! I'm mainly in a hurry, I'm going to perform next year, and the work hasn't come out yet, and the work has been familiarized and produced, as well as the rehearsal before the "Four Beauties" came on stage, the stage art, etc., the time is too tight. I'm just a little too anxious to prove something. Sometimes I want to slow down my development, but I'm ... Alas!"

Zheng Xudong didn't pay attention to Li Yugang's complaints there, but took out his mobile phone, called up the music player APP, and searched for Li Yugang's latest work after opening it, "The New Concubine Drunk" clicked to play. Turn your phone up to maximum volume, then place it on the white marble table, close your eyes and listen while slowly smoking your cigar.

Literati have all kinds of habits in their creations, and those present are all people in the circle, who understand that it is relatively normal for people like Zheng Xudong, and they have also heard of creating while drinking, and the feeling of drinking "big" and drinking "fragments" before they come up to be inspired, and there are also those who create in the toilet, and those who create in chaotic places such as bars or markets, and those who do "indescribable" with women Things are created on the side, in short, everyone's habits are different, and the creative environment is also strange, fortunately, the people on the scene are people who have seen the world, and I don't think Zheng Xudong's method is too alternative, and it is a normal person.

Everyone politely kept silent, for fear of affecting Zheng Xudong's "inspiration", and Zheng Xudong was listening to "The New Concubine Drunk" while searching for Li Yugang's title song in "Four Beauties" in the space-time lock in his mind, and he had already searched for it, and the name was "Dream Chasing Order".

Before the song was finished, he turned off the song on his phone, and then picked up a pen and wrote three big characters on the top of the paper - Dream Chasing Order. Underneath is written the lyrics and composer: Anton. Singing: Li Yugang.

As soon as the three words of Dream Chaser came out, even Gao Xiaosong, who was tall and cold, couldn't sit still, got up from his chair, and couldn't help but say: "Good name, just this name, I can drink a bottle of beer." ”

"Shhhh Linghua put her finger to her mouth to signal silence, and then whispered, "I'll drink a bottle of white for this name." Gao Xiaosong glared at her after hearing this.

"It's a good name. Even Dong Qing, who has never praised people easily, sighed and said. Dong Qing has always been known for her intellectual classical beauty, likes world famous books, and reads a lot of books, so she didn't say a word of praise for the popular song "Sing Loudly" just now.

Zheng Xudong ignored their admiration, but continued to write:

Sandalwood leads the window flowers through the window lattice

Silhouette of paper-cut memories in the dark night

I saw through the gray sideburns

The story is rugged and the heart is uneven

The Ruyi light screen is quiet and deserted

The orphan pavilion of the North Wind Ancient Road

The prosperity of this life is empty

Hongchen loves and hates rootless duckweed

Weathered, vanity, I go into hiding

Chasing dreams makes the floating life half-awake

Who is thin and sighs at the fame of the city

I'm slightly drunk

Wait for the dawn to be haggard into the bronze mirror

Sandalwood leads the window flowers through the window lattice

Silhouette of paper-cut memories in the dark night

I saw through the gray sideburns

The story is rugged and the heart is uneven

The frowns and sorrows are the end of the neighborhood

I burst into tears all night in disbelief

The Iraqi people love the autumn colors into the forest

However, the marriage is like a leaf

And I was in a hurry to find it in my past life

Chasing dreams makes the floating life half-awake

Who listens to my heart?

The voice-over plucked once was

Sizhu is light but sad

Chasing dreams makes the floating life half-awake

Who is thin and sighs at the fame of the city

I'm slightly drunk

Wait for the dawn to be haggard into the bronze mirror

Chasing dreams makes the floating life half-awake

Who listens to my heart?

The voice-over plucked once was

Sizhu is light but sad

Zheng Xudong wrote very slowly, so slow that he almost had to smoke a cigarette when he wrote a sentence, he was trying to recall how Li Yugang sang the song in the time and space lock, what the lyrics were, and composed the music in reverse according to the song he heard when the time lock was unlocked, and revised it again and again, until the A4 paper he wrote for the first time had been smeared by him before he finished the first draft.

He took out a new piece of paper and put it on the table again, re-transcribed it according to the last draft, and then looked up and asked Dong Qing: "Sister Qing, do you have an electronic piano or erhu at home?"

"I have an electronic keyboard, Yamaha's, okay? But the erhu doesn't. Dong Qing instructed the servant to bring the electronic piano to the study.

"Brother, I'll get the erhu in my car. Linghua put on slippers and ran out, and before the electronic organ was brought back, she saw Linghua running back with an erhu in her hand, probably running fast, and one of the slippers fell off halfway and went back to put the shoes on.

"Sister Linghua, you can play the erhu, right?" asked Zheng Xudong.

"Yes, I did. It's about the same as a horse-head piano. Linghua said.

"Then can you please cooperate with me? I'll go through this song first, and then look for loopholes to see where it's not suitable. ”

"No problem!" Linghua finished speaking and began to debug the erhu.

"Sister Qing, you have a piano and an electronic piano at home, I think you will definitely play it! How about you come over and help?!" Zheng Xudong looked at Dong Qing who was staring at the lyrics next to him and said.

"I don't play well, I'm afraid I'm going to make you laugh. Although Dong Qing said this, he still sat down in front of the electronic organ.

"Brother Li, you start from the sandalwood, the window is transparent, and the window lattice begins to sing to the weathered name, I will sing in a normal voice when I return to seclusion, sing in a low voice, with that kind of strong sadness in the mood, and then turn to the female voice here in the dream chasing order, floating and half-awake, and sing until the silk and bamboo are light, but heavy, and sad. Got it?"

In fact, Li Yugang was standing behind when Zheng Xudong was writing the lyrics, and he was imagining how to interpret this song in his mind, and what Zheng Xudong told him just now was basically the same as what he thought. He nodded, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to perform this piece of yours well." ”

Gao Xiaosong smoked a cigar on the side and said: "If this song is my work, I will not sell it for one million, because it is the fruit of my labor!

"Brother Anton, I'm going to set this song, how much it is, you name it. Li Yugang said with firmness in his eyes.

"Brother Li, go talk to Yifei. I'll be in charge of writing it for you. You hurry up and familiarize yourself with this song first, let's put it together in a while, I'll see if there is anything wrong, I'll change it for you directly here. ”

Zheng Xudong came to Linghua's side again and said to her: "Sister Linghua, your erhu starts from here and ends here, and then enters here in the chorus part and ends here." Zheng Xudong pointed to the song sheet he wrote.

"Brother, look at it, my sister won't drop the chain for you!" said Linghua.

"Sister Qing, your piano part is from beginning to end. ”

"Anton, I see. Dong Qing said on the side.

"It's a pity that there is no pipa here, and inserting a piece of pipa in the middle will be more sad!" Zheng Xudong said.

Gao Xiaosong smiled and said, "Brother, let's not pick these here, just combine them first, and then Yugang will find someone to rearrange the music later." ”

Zheng Xudong also knew that it was impossible to match all the instruments in this "Step-by-Step Order" in the pavilion of Dong Qing's house, and it would be good to have these.

"Okay, then let's officially go together, Sister Qing, start with you. ”

The melodious piano music began to play, and then Linghua's erhu entered, and the beginning of the music created a sad and sad scene, as if a palace beauty was leaning on the concubine in the pavilion, looking at the rockery in the distance with her eyes blankly, as if everything in the world had lost its color in her eyes.

Li Yugang listened to the prelude and sang softly: "Sandalwood leads, the window flowers are transparent, the window lattice", the voice is so clean, so ethereal, while singing the emotions are slowly beginning to pave the way, when the chorus part enters the female voice, the sad and sad emotions reach the first climax.

"I was slightly drunk, facing the north Sijun, waiting for the dawn, haggard into the bronze mirror. This is the most apt description of the heart of a woman within the palace walls. At this time, Li Yugang seemed to have traveled through a thousand years, standing alone in the corner of the pavilion, facing the garden, and the beautiful lyrics had already been imprinted in his mind. He is now the woman within the palace walls, singing and singing, and two lines of tears have already flowed through his pink cheeks.

The chorus began to be sung a second time, the piano and erhu cooperated more tacitly, Li Yugang's hand was pinched into an orchid finger at this time, as if a king was standing in front of him, he pointed at the king's chest with an orchid and cried about the loneliness of the empty window, the cold of the lonely night, the ruthless reciprocation of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the hurried passing of the red face.

I don't know when, the piano stopped, the erhu stopped, the pavilion returned to calm, and a white silk handkerchief was handed to Li Yugang's eyes, "Brother, you have entered the play! I finally saw the highest state of not being crazy and not living today! I believe you will not bury this song." Zheng Xudong said.

Li Yugang took the white silk handkerchief and turned his head to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and face, turned around and saw everyone looking at him with reverence, and said with a somewhat embarrassed smile: "When I sing this kind of song, I can't control my emotions, as if I am one of those beauties with a tragic fate." Let's make everyone laugh!"

"Smack... Gao Xiaosong put the cigar on the stone table and took the lead in applauding, and then Dong Qing, Linghua, Zeng Yi, and Zheng Xudong also applauded in admiration.