Cho Young-so has a strange expression on her slightly chubby face, sitting in front of the mixer, looking at Park Ji-sub who is sitting in the recording studio, and her mood is very complicated.

According to the other party's idea, add a drum beat to the piano and then have a sense of rhythm similar to HIP-POP, and combine it with the music composed by Park Ji-sub. But it became extremely difficult to grasp the melody, and even he, a music producer who had already debuted, could not completely correct it.

"Little writer, are you sure you want to come like this?" Before starting, Zhao Yingxiu was still uneasy and reconfirmed with the intercom microphone.

Behind him, Su Yongchang looked at Park Ji-sub with a ghostly expression. And Park Ji-yeon, the little girl who has adapted to her brother's transformation, is looking at Park Ji-sub through the glass with great interest, and if she doesn't ask to be quiet, she is ready to shout cheers.

"I want to try." Park Ji-sub replied lightly, his immature voice revealing a look of determination.

Cho Young-so touched her nose, and then made a gesture of preparation. Park Ji-sub adjusted his breathing, and then followed with an OK gesture. Then the whole recording studio became quiet, as if an invisible sense of depression suddenly appeared.

Zhao Yingxiu's fingers were fiddling on the mixer, and the slightly thick sound of an electronic organ came from the headphones. The faint, sad sound of the piano sounded again. This time, Park Ji-sub's performance was flawless, giving people the illusion that this kid had been using the electronic piano for many years.

Cho Young-so speechlessly glanced at Park Ji-sub, who was concentrating on playing inside, and sighed that there really is such a creature as a genius in this world, and began to concentrate on recording. A few minutes later, the song ended.

Park Ji-sub wiped the sweat stains on his head, his physical strength was still too poor.

"How?" Walking out of the recording studio, Park Ji-sub asked with a look of anticipation.

"IT'S NO PROBLEM TO RECORD, IT'S JUST THAT THE PIANO WEARS HIP-POP, AND IT HAS A BIT OF JAZZ FEELING, ISN'T IT A LITTLE TOO NON-MAINSTREAM." Cho Young-so looked at Park Ji-sub with a wry smile and said with a ridiculous face.

"I'm not ready to make money, whether it's mainstream or not." Park Ji-sub took the tea handed over by Park Ji-yeon, and said very freely after taking a sip.

"Well, whatever you want, you're the author." Zhao Yingxiu reluctantly spread his hands, and then began to debug in the computer shop.

Park Ji-sub put on headphones and said some technical terms that Park Ji-yeon and So Yongchang didn't understand at all. At first, the two of them thought it was very interesting, after all, it was the first time to watch such a professional recording. But after discovering that Park Ji-sub and Cho Young-so didn't seem to stop for a short time, the two were not interested.

"Ji-yeon, was your brother such a freak before?" Su Yongchang found a comfortable position, leaned on the sofa and looked at the little girl with a boring face and said.

"Freaks? Agassi, where is my brother freaked. Park Ji-yeon's little face turned up and glared at Su Yongchang in annoyance.

"Well, I was wrong!" Su Yongchang was stunned for a moment, and then apologized with a smile: "But was he so smart before?" ”

Park Ji-yeon blinked, and then looked at the middle-aged man with a smile: "Agassi, when my brother asks me questions, he will promise me a lot of conditions, and I will answer." ”

Su Yongchang's face suddenly became as uncomfortable as eating, one Park Ji-sub is enough to be a human being, and he taught his sister to be like this. Could it be that the children of the post-90s generation are so smart? After complaining weakly in his heart, he took out his wallet from his arms and took out a 10,000-yuan bill: "One thousand yuan is a problem, this is ten questions, okay?" ”

"Ten thousand, no bargaining." Park Ji-yeon stared at the banknote in the middle-aged man's hand and said decisively.

Su Yongchang looked at the little girl in front of him with a dull face, and the other party looked like you like to ask or not, which made him feel very helpless.

"Here, answer my question." After smiling bitterly, he stuffed the banknote in his hand to Park Ji-yeon, and Su Yongchang asked quickly.

"He was very smart since he was a child, and he was very fond of reading and rarely went out to play." Park Ji-yeon put away the banknotes and replied very fluently.

"So, does he usually learn everything so quickly?" Su Yongchang took out a 10,000 bill again, clipped it to his fingertips and asked curiously.

Park Ji-yeon jumped up, grabbed the 10,000 bills and stuffed them into her pocket, and replied happily: "It's okay, it's just that learning things has become faster in the past few years." ”

Next, after Su Yongchang asked a few questions again, he could be regarded as ending this luxurious answer. Park Ji-yeon counted the banknotes in her pocket with joy, and Su Yongchang lamented Park Ji-sub's genius.

But if he knew that all of Park Ji-yeon's answers were answers prepared by Park Ji-sub in advance, he would be depressed to death.

At half past twelve, Park Ji-sub and Cho Young-so had been debugging for nearly two hours. Park Ji-yeon had fallen asleep after eating some pastries. And Su Yongchang was also in a daze, with a bored face.

"Little writer, what do you want me to say!"

Suddenly, Zhao Yingxiu took off the headphones with a sigh on her face, and her tone was full of excitement and ...... A faint jealousy: "You should go and test it, if you don't guess wrong, you have an absolute sense of tone." ”

"Really?" Park Ji-sub's baby face smiled slightly, and then said with a nonchalant face: "This is not in a hurry, I want to hear about the finished product." ”

"It's up to you, but I think if you become a singer or musician, you have a better future than a writer." After Zhao Yingxiu finished speaking with a little deep meaning, he turned on the stereo.

In a familiar tune, the melody with a touch of melancholy sounded again. The prelude doesn't change much, but after the first **. With the sound of the drums, accompanied by the sound of the piano, like French fries touching ketchup, beer and fried chicken, in short, there is an indescribable sense of coordination, which makes the originally slightly sad song become a little complicated.

The feeling of being happy, but lonely and sad, instantly evokes those memories in my heart. Sweet, sad, and happy, Cho Young-so is enjoying this moment with her eyes closed. Su Yongchang sat on the sofa and looked ahead with a stunned expression.

Park Ji-yeon rubbed her eyes and sat up from the sofa sleepily. Perhaps driven by the music, or the discomfort of being in a strange place, the little girl trotted behind Park Ji-sub and hugged each other tightly.

But the music stopped abruptly here, and Zhao Yingxiu opened her eyes regretfully: "When do you have time, little writer." ”

Park Ji-sub patted Park Ji-yeon's arm, motioned for the other party to let go, and held the other party with a smile and backhand: "Next Saturday!" ”

"I'll pick you up when the time comes, and we'll make this tune, it's perfect...... No, it should be said, little writer! Cho Young-so stared at Park Ji-sub's immature face and said word by word: "I'm afraid you are the first person who dares to play such a song." ”