Du Jiayi looked at Yang Tangqin, and her heart was full of bitterness. Singing out of tune is a disease, it's a disease, and it can't be solved by changing a simple song.

"Wait a minute!" Du Jiayi said and took out his mobile phone.

"Tianzhen, are you not at school?" Du Jiayi called Qiu Tianzhen, and at this time, there were only people who had been mixed in the student organization for a long time.

"Brother Yi, what's the matter, I'm in the dormitory."

"Is there anyone who knows the conservatory, preferably someone who can arrange music." Du Jiayi asked.

"I know, there is a very powerful girl in the Conservatory of Music, and she has won an award in the original song competition." Qiu Tianzhen recalled and said.

"Want someone to do me a favor, can you give me the contact information?"

"I'll take you there! This girl has a very strong temper, and I still helped her before before to give me some face! ”

On the other end of the phone, he remembered the sound of the table and chair moving, and Qiu Tianzhen should have gotten up.

"See you at the door of the music building, she is usually in her own practice room."

"Let's go, let's find a professional to solve the problem!" Du Jiayi and Yang Tangqin said.

Two years ago, East China University just invested heavily in a new music building, which is the newest building on the entire campus. The shiny glass curtain wall is very different from other relatively old school buildings, more modern and more modern architectural beauty.

After waiting at the door for a while, Qiu Tianzhen also rushed to the door of the music building.

On the first floor is the rehearsal hall and dance room, where many students practice their skills and musical instruments.

"Knock knock!" Qiu Tianzhen knocked on the door of a music room on the third floor.

The door was opened by a girl wearing wide-rimmed glasses, and her hair was scattered straight there, feeling very messy. After opening the door, the girl returned to her place, and did not pay any attention to the three men at the door.

The music room is about the size of a dormitory, and a large piano occupies almost half of the space, and some handwritten music scores are scattered on top of the piano. In addition to the piano, there are many musical instruments piled together in the corner of the room, and it seems that this girl must be proficient in many instruments.

"Xu Jie, this is my senior, I want you to help write a song." Qiu Tianzhen knows Xu Jie's character very well, and if she wastes her time, she is definitely the type to go berserk

"What type to write!" Xu Jie asked coldly.

Talented people are generally proud, and Xu Jie's attitude Du Jiayi can also understand, anyway, just compose the music.

"Brother Yi?" Qiu Tianzhen asked tentatively, and when he saw that Du Jiayi had not changed, he was relieved.

"I'll sing a piece of it, and then I hope you'll be able to write it into a tune." Du Jiayi said patiently.

Xu Jie picked up a pen and a blank stave, and then waited for Du Jiayi with cold eyes.

"It's called 'Little Apple.'"

"I planted a seed

Finally the fruit grows

Today is a great day

Pick the star and give it to you

Pull down the moon and give it to you

Let the sun rise for you every day"

The pencil in Xu Jie's hand kept running across the staff, and those who didn't have time to point out the full notes were marked with her own unique symbols.

What a broken tune, there is basically no rhythm change at the beginning of the song, it's really too vegetable! Xu Jie was writing the score while complaining in her heart.

"You're my little apple

I can't love you enough

The little red face warms my heart

Light the fire of my life

Fire fire fire"

Just when Du Jiayi began to repeat that you are my little apple, the pencil in Xu Jie's hand suddenly paused. There is almost no skill in this song, as if it were a broken thought, as if anyone could hum it.

"You're my little apple

It's like the most beautiful cloud in the sky

Spring has come again and the hillsides are full of flowers

If you plant hope, you will reap the rewards"

The music of this song is very fresh and bright, and the lyrics are very catchy, especially like disco in the eighties and nineties, this melody is constantly repeated in the head. When Du Jiayi finished singing the last sentence, Xu Jie also stopped writing.

Facing the gaze of the three people, Xu Jie didn't speak for a long time, and the pencil in her hand kept hovering around the tips of her fingers.

"This song ......" Xu Jie thought of the appropriate wording in her heart, "This song is too rough, and there is no technical content at all." ”

"Still, it's smooth!" Xu Jie felt a little faintly in her heart, but she didn't know how to express it.

"It sounds good, it's catchy!" Qiu Tianzhen said beside him.

"Do you think you can sing it?" Du Jiayi asked.

Yang Tangqin hesitated for a moment: "It should be okay, this song seems to be very simple." ”

"Who is this song yours for?" Xu Jie couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Xue, he wrote it himself." Yang Tangqin said, Du Jiayi didn't stop him.

"You wrote it yourself?" Xu Jie looked at Du Jiayi with a very suspicious gaze. Although this song is simple, it also requires a certain musical foundation, and the man in front of him doesn't seem to have any musical literacy, otherwise he can write down the score by himself.

"It was my inspiration that came to my mind, and I usually hum and play by myself!" Du Jiayi said righteously.

"It's Brother Xue's own, he gave me two other songs before, but I can't sing them right!" Seeing that someone questioned Du Jiayi, Yang Tangqin couldn't help but argue.

"And two songs? Can you sing it to me? Xu Jie thought that this simple and catchy song was just a flash of inspiration for Du Jiayi, but she didn't expect him to have other works.

If you let me sing, sing it! Who do you think you are?

Du Jiayi wanted to laugh at Xu Jie like this, but when Xu Jie's expectant eyes appeared, the vanity in her heart came out. Sing and sing, although it is a work from another world, but in this world, these songs are Du Jiayi's originals. That's the perk of the traverser!

"There's a song called Mice Love Rice, and it's a saliva song." Du Jiayi introduced, and then hummed a beginning, "I have a special feeling when I hear your voice, which makes me constantly want to forget your ......."

Xu Jie habitually wrote tunes on the staff, and found that this song was much smoother and more skillful than the previous song "Little Apple".

"There is also a song called "Dependent on Life"!"

"Others are fading out, and finally only you and me are together, and they still ask themselves about happiness, although they are angry for you for a while......"

As soon as Du Jiayi spoke, Xu Jie was stunned. If Little Apple and Mouse Love Rice is the kind of song that lacks skill, then this prime minister has a very mature rhythm at the beginning. How could this song be hummed by a rookie! Xu Jie couldn't figure it out in her heart, but if it was someone else's work, she would definitely be able to hear it with Xu Jie's ears that had learned both Chinese and Western.

The rhythm of the song is very smooth, and the lyrics are very sensitive, but the grammar of the lyrics does not seem to be in Mandarin order, it is very much like a dialect somewhere.