Lao Zhao wailed.

The voice was full of pain, remorse and unwillingness, and everyone felt desolate when they heard it. The roar echoed through the buildings, waking the wanderers up.

Lao Zhao still has a ...... to save

Pan Xi didn't go to work at the convenience store anymore, she took Lao Zhao away. Although they have broken up, she can't stand Lao Zhao sleeping on the flyover.

After saying goodbye, Fang Yan returned to the hotel, but he couldn't sleep.

Sputnik.

What happened tonight was so strange. Real and illusory images and stories are all integrated, inseparable, and gathered in the night. Puppy and Lao Zhao, space capsule and flyover, Swiss town and the real world overlap.

It's a mess.

Fang Yan grasped an emotion, a strange sense of alienation. A quiet and charming melody comes to mind, always circling and constantly circling, as if calling itself.

He quietly got up, grabbed his guitar, and went out.

At 2 o'clock in the morning, the waiters on duty at the hotel were still in good spirits. Fang Yan ran to the front desk, asked for a stack of letter paper and pens, sat down at the small table in the smoking area outside, and buried himself in writing.

Brief score.

Simplified notation is the fastest. The tip of the ballpoint pen is pressed against the white and smooth paper, and the numbers are written one by one. Fang Yan finally settled down, relieved, it couldn't run.

Beautiful music just stays in your head, you don't need to look for it, you just need to record it calmly.

It's a mystical experience.

Many great musicians have experienced this thrilling scene, and after countless meditations, it was as if they had been blessed and inspired by God, and at some point, inspiration poured out, and there was nothing but music in the world.

The doors of heaven are opened.

The heart is pounding.

A soft melodic line lingers in the dark, a small motive that gives birth to countless possibilities.

It's a complete tune. It's completely different from the one-minute impromptu solo of "Rust" at He Yu's concert. It's more thoughtful, like a work of art that comes alive and comes naturally.

He doesn't need to play a guitar or any instrument to write the score, but he still plucks the strings occasionally and makes minor technical adjustments.

Fang Yan didn't start writing songs until he was released from prison, but this time, there were only flickering melodies in the air, no lyrics.

There is no need for language, music is something that transcends language.

After 20 minutes of writing, the mysterious feeling disappeared, and Fang Yan returned to the real world, slightly lost.

However, several pages of stationery were filled with scribbled notes.

"It's so enjoyable. Fang Yan thought.

Much of the structure of classical music revolves around a theme, repeats, and shifts, culminating in a brilliant climax. In the beginning, it may be just a few thin notes, a fragment of a sentence.

But this piece is not, it is a continuous collection of sentences into a huge theme, with enough depth, full of psychedelic colors, and indescribable strangeness. It only flashes in a hidden world.

It's like wiping the whole world all over again.

This piece is not limited by any style, only unlimited freedom. Countless ghosts hide between the notes.

The feeling of outer space.

Fang Yan lit a cigarette and read the score again, not quite believing that he had written it. It has reached the heights of the enigmatic sheet music left by the guitar's predecessors.

This is a moment that every musician dreams of, and Fang Yan has written a piece of music that is beyond his ability.

I should really thank Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao's strange behavior has become an opportunity for creation. Secretly, he became the inspiration for the piece.

Tired and satisfied, Fang Yan picked up the manuscript and admired his work. He would love to share that feeling with others. Glancing at my phone, it was already half past two. Well, the time in Huaxia is 3:30.

Fang Yan sent a message in the WeChat group of "Nameless Tavern": "Which big brother hasn't slept yet?"

Yu Haiyang replied: "Waste wood is always there!"

He posted a photo of Yang Zhenyu and Ding Bo writing code on a black computer screen in a smoky college dormitory, Tiger bent over, and a bunch of skewers, transparent lunch boxes of fried rice, and beer bottles were placed on the table in the middle.

"You still don't sleep?"

"Work hard, big brother. The CEO has given the order, and the new APP will be launched in September......" Yu Haiyang said, and sent a smug expression.

Fang Yan didn't dare to disturb the entrepreneurial atmosphere of the 4-member group of the Waste Wood Band and let them continue to work.

Xiaomu sent a private message: "Something?"

"Why didn't you sleep?"

"You woke me up......"

"Is it convenient for the phone?"

"Hit. ”

"Brother Xiaomu, listen to this song. Fang Yan said, put the phone on the table, and played the guitar.

Fingerstyle guitar is usually divided into 3 parts: bass accompaniment, harmony, and treble melody. When I wrote the tune before, I only recorded the melody part, but when I played it, Fang Yan naturally added bass and accompaniment.

At 4 minutes and 30 seconds, the song ends.

Xiao Mu listened silently, as if he had just been sedated, and his voice became quiet and peaceful: ",." Xiaoyan, you did it. ”

"yes. ”

"You finally have a true masterpiece. ”

"How are you feeling?"

"I think everyone who hears this piece will always remember its melody. It's big, it's very narrative, but I can't understand what it's talking about. I have a lot of feelings, but I can't put them into words. ”

"I can't tell. Fang Yan said.

"When you get back, let's go record. What's the name of your tune? You have to give it a good name. This is important. ”

"I want to call it Sputnik, how about it?"

"What?"

"Well, it's the name of a satellite. ”

……

There is a myriad of music in the world. The various notes are arranged and combined, endlessly, and can never be written. This is a great mystery that can be compared to the birth of the universe.

"Sputnik" was born.

Fang Yan slept until noon the next day. He wrote masterful works that felt like giving birth to a child, both tired and satisfied, with a constant sense of euphoria.

When he woke up, Yuan Yuan was looking at him with a smile. She brought a large plate of fried meat, sliced ham, soft-boiled eggs, toast, and a large glass of orange juice with ice cubes on it. She brought the plate to the bed.

"Give you something to eat. ”

What kind of treatment is this, confinement. Fang Yan hurriedly got up and said, "Listen to this song." ”

Yuan Yuan asked, "Written to Lao Zhao?"

"Sort of. ”

Lao Zhao's problem has not really been solved. Fang Yan waited a few days before contacting Pan Xi. Let Pan Xi take care of Lao Zhao for a few days, perhaps, the two of them can reconcile.

On Tuesday, Channing went to Ghibli again and brought back a piece of news. Four people were out for dinner.

"Fang Yan, Miyazaki wants to talk to you, let's go to Ghibli tomorrow. ”

"What are you talking about?"

A faint flush appeared on Qian Ning's face, and the corners of his mouth rose, revealing small dimples. She smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "I made it my own opinion, don't be upset." ”

This girl was suddenly very gentle, and Fang Yan was not used to it.

"Last time, Hayao Miyazaki and Toshio Suzuki listened to you sing and play the piano, and they seemed to like it very much. Today, Hayao Miyazaki said to me that he wanted you to record his films. Record guitar. ”

"No problem. ”

"I told Mr. Miyazaki that you are a composer and can make the soundtrack for the film. I found the video of He Yu's concert to show him, and he was very moved. ”

"Movies?"

"Film scoring is part of the company's business. If you can work with Miyazaki, it's also good for your own future, so I'll just say it. ”

This is a good thing, how can you not be happy.

But......

Fang Yan asked: "Haven't Hayao Miyazaki's films always been composed by Hisaishi?"

Hisaishi is 67 years old and is a master of film scores. He not only has a good cooperative relationship with Hayao Miyazaki, but also has the works of the famous director Takeshi Kitano. The more famous ones are "The Undertaker", "The Tokyo Family", Jiang Wen's "The Sun Also Rises" and so on.

Hisaishi's personal lyrical style is very distinct, on the trendy side, with a bit of a New Age feel.

Qian Ning nodded and said, "Yes, Jean Hisaishi has always been the music director, and they have a good relationship. So Miyazaki was also a little hesitant. ”

“……”

The soundtrack, which has just been written, is a fitting one.

After dinner, Fang Yan, Yuan Yuan, and Qian Ning continued to shop. Feng Lu ran back to the hotel room. In the evening, Feng Lu held the laptop and showed it to Fang Yan. She made a Word document and a list of songs.

"Here's the material for the soundtrack, which I just put together. ”

"Huh?"

"I'm your assistant. She said seriously.

“…… Thank you. ”

Feng Lu now has to emphasize that "I am an assistant" every time she does something.

Fang Yan read the document, more than 20,000 words.

"Cinematic soundtrack refers to the theme music that appears in a cinematic work. In general, it should be in line with the development of the plot......"

Feng Lu didn't understand music, she classified the encyclopedia and news on the Internet and copied them all, although they were very neat, they were useless. However, the music list is well done.

Carter Burwell, the Coen brothers' master scorer, composed the music for the great movie True Grit, and a piano piece called "The Wicked Flee" has a fascinating theme.

Patrick Doyle is also a master, My Father's Favorite in "Sense and Sensibility", warm and serene.

There's also Hollywood darling, composer Hans Zimmer, "A Watchful Guardian" from "The Dark Knight" with a magnificent, rumbling explosion.

The minimalist composer Ludovico Einaudi is simple and stunning. There is also a litany of the names of the masters.

Music is an important dimension of the film, like a thread parallel to the storyline, shots, and editing of the film. After the film industry matured, countless classic music was also born.

The soundtrack has always been subordinate to the film, but an excellent film soundtrack is also an independent and complete work when taken out alone.

At noon on Wednesday, Fang Yan and Channing took the subway to Ghibli. This time, Hirata Sho did not come to pick up, and the new project started, and he was also busy.

The train clattered along the tracks, fine raindrops swept through the glass windows, leaving clear trails.

Channing sat in a chair with headphones on, listening to the guitar recordings of Sputnik over and over again. It's quiet, it's lonely, it's so deep that it's fascinating.

As real as the rain outside the window. She just wants to melt into the music.

"Hoo ......"

Before I knew it, the corners of my eyes became moist. Channing turned his head and quietly wiped away his tears with his slender fingers. It feels good. Although, I can't tell if it's sweet or lost.

Beside her, Fang Yan was looking down and playing on WeChat, and she didn't notice her mood swings. Qian Ning secretly glanced at his mobile phone, Fang Yan was chatting with Yang Zhenyu.

Fang Yan said: "The score has been sent to your email." You can give Chubby today. ”

Yang Zhenyu replied: "Okay." The dead fat man is playing a game. ”

The Nameless Tavern is a thriving scene. In the attic, Kong Lei stared at a pair of goldfish eyes, holding his mobile phone and playing games, which was very beautiful.

"Hehehe. Kong Lei was happy.

Wen Jing sat on the side and played the piano, but in fact, she vented her dissatisfaction and smashed the strings with a clang.

Fang Yan re-wrote the stave of "Sputnik" by hand and took another photo. After Yang Zhenyu received the email, he printed out the score, held it in his hand, and came to the tavern proudly.

"Fatty, stop playing, stop playing. Yang Zhenyu patted Kong Lei's arm.

"Right away, a minute. ”

“…… There is a task, and the master has left you homework. ”

"Homework?" Kong Lei was shocked.

Film scores are usually strings or pianos, and folk guitars are rarely used. Fang Yan wanted to rearrange Sputnik and arrange it for a string quartet or classical guitar. This arduous task fell on Kong Lei's head.

"I graduated from junior high school! I play the piano for eight hours a day, and I don't have time. I don't understand, I won't, my grades are bad......" Kong Lei said in a panic.

"Less nonsense. ”

"The score is so long!I'm so tired!When will I finish it!Big brother......

Yang Zhenyu went to grab his iPhone again, but unexpectedly, Kong Lei didn't hide anymore.

Kong Lei's gaze stopped at the score, and he never moved away, his little fat fingers moved slowly line by line, muttering in his mouth, turning page after page. He finished reading it.

"Ahhh I'm crazy. ”

"Awesome, right?" Yang Zhenyu was very proud.

"I love him to death. Ahh......hh

Kong Lei was finished, and he couldn't wait to pick up his classical guitar and start playing "Sputnik".