Cao Binbin is deeply aware of the huge gap between himself and Lin Zifeng, although he was admitted to the China Conservatory of Music with the top three professional results, but Lin Zifeng's attainments in composition can definitely be his own master. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Zifeng has only now breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this matter has been fooled by himself, Cao Binbin has regarded himself as a music master. He immediately took some gestures, with a hesitant expression on his face, "Isn't that song of yours already written?"

Cao Binbin replied truthfully, "Although the melody has been written, it has not been completed in terms of arrangement, and I have been tossing for almost half a month, but it always sounds like something is missing, and I don't know what the problem is." ”

Seeing Cao Binbin's eyes bent on seeking advice, Lin Zifeng had no choice but to reluctantly say, "Okay, I'll help you hear it, but if you can solve the problem, you can't pack the ticket." Since he was humbly asked for advice by the other party, Lin Zifeng couldn't say anything about refusal, so he was ready to pretend to listen to it right now.

"It's okay, it's already my honor for you to listen to my songs," Cao Binbin almost invited Lin Zifeng to his computer desk.

Lin Zifeng picked up the sky-high headphones and put them on his head, but when he saw the chaotic various audio tracks on the screen in front of him, Lin Zifeng encountered a very real problem, he didn't know how to play the song on this composition software.

Lin Zifeng's hand that was stretched out to hold the mouse was quickly retracted, and the muscles on his face twitched a little embarrassedly, if Cao Binbin knew that he couldn't even use composition software, his character as a music master would probably collapse.

Cao Binbin looked at Lin Zifeng with some doubts, I don't know why he just put on headphones and didn't play music, but after a little thought in his heart, he understood that a composer of his level only needs to concentrate on listening to music when listening to music, and the work in the playback software must be done by others, where is the need for him to do it himself.

After Cao Binbin figured it out, he hurriedly grabbed the mouse and clicked one of the play buttons, and a slow melody was played from Lin Zifeng's headphones.

Lin Zifeng's expression was calm and calm, and even closed his eyes pretending to enjoy himself during the music sound, and he couldn't see from his appearance what an embarrassing scene he had experienced just now. When listening to the music with his eyes closed, Lin Zifeng secretly said to himself, Damn, pretending to be B is also a technical job.

In the next few minutes, the 406 dormitory was so quiet that there was no sound, Cao Binbin's face showed a nervous and uneasy look, standing next to Lin Zifeng, he didn't even dare to come out, he found that he was not so nervous when he took the entrance examination of the China Conservatory of Music, and now putting the music to Lin Zifeng is more like being tested by a master in the industry.

Especially when Lin Zifeng was listening to the music, he would sometimes nod slightly, sometimes frown slightly, and sometimes tilt his head to the side to stop, as if he was thinking about something, and Cao Bingbing couldn't understand what kind of feeling Lin Zifeng was hearing.

When the vertical line of the audio track was played to the end, Cao Binbin knew that his song had been played, and he asked in a tentative tone, "How is it, do you think I wrote it, is it okay?" Originally, Cao Binbin wanted Lin Zifeng to help him put forward some opinions, but now it has become a hope to be recognized by Lin Zifeng.

Lin Zifeng put the headphones off his head, and in the process of listening to it just now, he found that the melody of this piece is still very beautiful, and the style is a bit similar to the popular folk song "Chengdu * Du" during this time, no wonder the song he wrote has already had singers willing to pay for it, from the perspective of Lin Zifeng, a layman who just loves to listen to songs, it is already a very mature song.

"The song is very good, the campus is a small and fresh type, even if it is published like this, there should be many people who like it, just..."Lin Zifeng frowned, and stopped talking.

Cao Binbin felt that it was not easy for him to be recognized by Lin Zifeng, and he even felt that the song he had done for a summer vacation was simply pediatric compared to the clip that Lin Zifeng played just now, and now he can hear the song from his mouth is good, which is beyond Cao Binbin's expectations for himself. Unexpectedly, in addition, Lin Zifeng knew the shortcomings in the song after only listening to it once, which made Cao Binbin even more happy.

"You, did you hear what you were missing so quickly? Please point out to the little brother!" Cao Binbin's real little eyes almost knelt in front of Lin Zifeng on the spot to apprentice.

Lin Zifeng raised his eyes, since he had already started to pretend B, he had to pretend all the way to the end, his face showed a pointing expression, "The biggest shortcoming of your song is that it is not special enough, many folk songs on the market are not much different from what you wrote, since consumers are used to hearing this feeling, how can you stand out?" Professionally, Lin Zifeng could not make a judgment, so he had to avoid the important and trivial, and said a shortcoming that a layman could hear.

After Cao Binbin heard it, his eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands excitedly in front of him and said, "Such a simple question, why didn't I think of it, no wonder I always felt that it was not good enough, it turned out that it was influenced by other folk songs and made a similar tune." ”

After seeing Cao Binbin's reaction, Lin Zifeng secretly snickered in his heart, but he didn't expect to let himself be crooked, and he said it casually?

"But how should this problem be solved?" The smile on Cao Binbin's face disappeared, and he began to make difficulties again, it is easy to imitate any line, but it is difficult to ask for new changes, especially when it comes to composition. Now although he knows the shortcomings of his tune, how to revise it is a difficult problem, and the delivery time given by the singer is getting closer and closer, and it is too late to make any major changes, Cao Binbin can't help but show a confused expression.

How could Lin Zifeng know how to solve this problem? He touched his chin with his fingers a little embarrassed, hoping that the takeaway brother could make a call at this time to save himself from fire and water, but after waiting for a while, the mobile phone preferred to lie in his pocket without saying a word.

"Well, the accompaniment to this piece is basically guitar, and many campus folk songs are like this, why don't you try adding other instruments, such as violin, or cello...?"