"Every song recorded today is a classic, both in terms of arrangement and lyrics.

There are very few singers who can directly play the tunes that they don't need to be changed by the maker, and few singers can fill in the rhyme and lyrics by themselves, and they can make the professional lyrics have nothing to say.

Ren Qian Xiaoyou is different.

Even if any singer can complete the arrangement and lyrics alone, it is impossible to reach the level of Ren Qian Xiaoyou.

It is not difficult to imagine that in the future music scene, Ren Qian's status will be very important.

Even...... The position of the god of songs, which has not been touched by anyone for 50 years, is probably difficult to say. ”

It's not that the old-timers of the instrumental orchestra are flattering, but the quality of Ren Qian's songs is extremely high.

Moreover, he did not follow the usual path, and tried extremely bold ancient and modern Chinese and foreign instruments, perhaps at first hearing that the method of collocation and harmony of this instrument was a bit absurd, and even felt that it was contrary to the mainstream.

But when you really put the finished single in front of you, you found that Ren Qian's approach had no sense of disobedience.

That's why these old bones of the instrumental ensemble are full of praise.

"Ren Qian's music is like a foreign thing, and it doesn't have the charm of the ancient style at all. I thought that our Rolling Poetry Entertainment Company was at the forefront of abandoning the ancient style, but I didn't expect that Ren Qian Xiaoyou was no longer confined to the shackles of the ancient style. ”

"It's a joke. It's just that young people don't know how to try to be elegant? ”

Ren Qian thanked everyone one by one, and looked at the time, but it was close to evening, and it was time to leave.

"Good son-in-law, is this the finished recording of the song? After recording, hurry up and try the newly developed cuisine of the mother-in-law. ”

My mother-in-law didn't know when she was standing outside the door.

The old bones of the instrumental orchestra suddenly felt a scorching smell in the concert hall, and immediately held their breath. Some people are neck straight, some people are earthy, and some people are wiping their instruments as if nothing happened.

"Haha, mother-in-law has worked hard, yesterday Wen Run still wanted to try your craft, pack it for me and take it away, I hurried to have dinner with Sister Wen Run."

If you tell a lie, you will pay for it with a hundred lies. These days, Ren Qian is talking nonsense without a red face and a heartbeat.

It's just that what makes him depressed is that at some point he has a sense of foreboding that is cocooned and self-bound.

Forget it, whatever.

If you can hide from the first day of junior high school, you can hide from the first day of junior high school, isn't it a long time before the fifteenth day of junior high school?

The queen of heaven stood by the door and thought about it, the good son-in-law was engrossed in recording songs, and he was already exhausted after a busy day, and he should go back and be tired of being crooked with Wen Run.

Thinking of this, she was no longer embarrassed, and quickly packed two boxes of dark dishes for Ren Qian, and asked Ren Qian to hurry home. Let's let Wen Runnani taste it.

Maybe the two of them got addicted after tasting it once, and ran to me twice in three days.

Boom~

She was overjoyed and watched Ren Qian enter the elevator.

It's a good feeling that cooking skills can be appreciated, this son-in-law is really right, think about the last time he swallowed a big mouthful, while giving a thumbs up and praising it, almost eating a chopstick dish to praise a sentence, and without repetition, the queen felt that her self-confidence was about to explode.

It's so delicious that it's so touching that people cry bitterly, and when she eats until her limbs are weak, this amazing cooking skill can only be possessed by a woman like her, right?

Go downstairs, go out and turn left, and walk to a remote place, Ren Qian picked up the lunch box, his hands trembled slightly, he understood that his mother-in-law was very attentive, and this packaging was simply gorgeous. With a faint sigh, Ren Qian was also extremely depressed, he could eat with his face, why did he run to cook?

Although the recording effect in Rolling Poetry is very good, and it has also been recognized by a group of masters, ...... He won't go if he dies in the future!

"Little brother, where are you going?"

A-yellow taxi pulled up on the side of the road, and the master asked with his head stuck out of the window.

"Send me to the north street entrance of the university town."

"Okay~"

The driver shouted, drove the car and ran away, this time was the rush hour after work, and the car was moving slowly.

"Hey, it's blocked again. Little brother, listen to the songs, I found a few good songs recently. ”

Ren Qian nodded slightly, listening to the song is better than looking at the stalled car outside the window in a daze.

However, as soon as the prelude sounded, Ren Qian was stunned, this song was actually "Sea and Sky".

"Little brother, don't you know, this song is big!"

"Oh?"

Ren Qian was interested, there was always a strange vanity at work in this kind of thing, so that he couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen.

"This song is my laxative comedy! As long as I let it go, all will be unimpeded.

Let's just say that not long ago, my younger brother and sister gave birth to a child, and they were having a difficult birth, so I roared at the Divine Comedy with two voices. Hehe, I heard the kid cry.

And that's not all!

Since I had this song, I have eaten a lot of food, my stomach has improved, and I have kneeled less on the washboard, and this masculinity has come up in an instant. ”

After speaking, the master did not forget to throw a wink at Ren Qian from the rearview mirror.

Ren Qian: "......"

Silence is golden, silence is golden.

The lights of Jiangnan City are shining, and after going around for dozens of minutes, I finally came to the north street entrance of the university town. Ren Qian slammed the taxi door shut.

"It's finally back, it's as difficult as learning from the West, mother-in-law, a perverted master...... One is more tormenting than the other. ”

The street lights on the side of the street were dim, and he casually threw the lunch box in his hand into the trash, and Ren Qian walked upstairs quickly.

Behind him came a ragged beggar, trembling and lifting the lid of the trash can to take out the box of dark dishes. The beggar's eyes lit up, and he was so articulate that he looked around as if he had found a treasure, and then ran wildly under the street lamp with his lunch box.

Countless times he recalled running under the street lamps tonight, and he felt that his liver and intestines were broken, and the chrysanthemums burned out.

What about the basic trust between the Nima people?

He was so hungry that he opened the lunch box in a dark corner and devoured it, but after swallowing half of it, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and instantly a wave of nausea rushed to his head, and he was, what is this?

He was so frightened that he burst into tears, and even put his hand in his throat......

With his years of experience, looking at the package, there is no doubt that the lunch box is indeed food, but why is it so unpalatable, like eating!

……

As for the initiators...... Ren Qian returned to the temporary rented cottage with him and Wen Run with exhaustion, and he was stunned as soon as he entered the room, the table was full of fragrant dishes, although it was not a delicacy, but it was warm and dense under the light.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

The nurse sister opened the door, gentle and virtuous, full of charm.

The lethality of this scene to men is undoubtedly huge. Ren Qian couldn't help but unload all his strength, put on slippers like a child, sat on the chair, and enjoyed the warmth.

You think that life is the ups and downs of the business sea, intrigue with people, and then become famous, but in fact, life is like flowers, beautiful flowers, coarse tea, porridge, and white heads.

That's right!

Ren Qian took a bowl of eight-treasure porridge specially boiled by the nurse's sister.

"Do you remember that song "Heart and Feet"?"

"I remember." The nurse's sister smiled.

"I'll sing it to you later."