Lee Jun-hee is a more emotional creator, at this moment his inspiration is obviously stimulated, although when his father died, he was still very young, and after so much time, his impression of his father began to become a little blurred, but at this moment, the pictures of the past were extremely clear in his mind.

I took the guitar that hung on the wall, and when I moved it out from Choi Zhen's place, this guitar was forgotten here, and it can be used for creation at this time.

Gently plucking the strings, there is no rhythm at all, Lee Jun-hee's eyes are empty, looking for the feeling just now, the first time he wrote a song was the year of NRG's debut, but it's a pity that his works were not favored by Kim Taehyun, of course, now it looks like he himself, the original works are rotten scum.

But it's always his Virgo, which has always been well preserved, from that time to now, Lee Junxi has created no less than a thousand songs, of course, less than one-tenth of them can be used, Rao is so, Lee Junxi can also be called a prolific creator.

But after careful recollection, Lee Jun-hee was surprised to find that none of the 1,000 works was written for his father.

Maybe it's because of deliberate forgetfulness, maybe it's because he doesn't want to touch the most sensitive area of his heart, or maybe he doesn't want his past to be known by others, in short, Lee Jun-hee has never had a work dedicated to his father.

Now, Lee Jun-hee wants to make up for this regret!

For his father Li Ming'an, Li Junxi's memory is not very deep, and even his father's voice and smile, he doesn't remember much now.

In Lee Junxi's memory, his father Lee Ming-an has always been a person who is not smiling and good at words, and even since Lee Junxi can remember, his father has never hugged him. Even if he fell, he just kept a straight face, scolded him to take back his tears, and then stood up.

Lee Jun-hee remembers that when he was a child, he was very afraid of his father, before his parents divorced, his father was just strict, and after the divorce, his father, who was emotionally hit, began to drink heavily. Gambling, short temper.

Whenever Lee Jun-hee cried to find his mother, his father would be furious and then punch and kick him, but every time he hit him, he would hug him tightly, and a big man even cried in front of his own child and begged for forgiveness.

Later, my father got out of the blow of divorce and got back on his feet. put all his thoughts on Lee Jun-hee, and Lee Jun-hee also experienced another kind of love completely different from mother's love for the first time.

When he was a child, Lee Jun-hee was very stubborn, and the loss of his mother's love made him very withdrawn, and his father played a different role in this role. Outside he has to hold up for his son, and at home, he wants his son to know that he is just like those children who live in happy families. He is also happy.

It's just that at that time, Li Junxi didn't understand it at all. also because his father beat him before, he was very disgusted with his father, and sometimes, he even made mistakes on purpose, just to make his father angry.

Later, his father died in a car accident, and after Lee Jun-hee grew up, he finally understood that his father didn't love him, but he was not good at expressing it.

Gorky said: "Father's love is a masterpiece that shocks the soul, and if you understand it, you will also understand the whole life!" ”

Lee Jun-hee still doesn't really understand the proposition of father's love, but he can feel his heart throbbing, and he wants to do something for his deceased father.

When he saw this clearly, Lee Jun-hee's originally vague memory gradually became clear, and in front of his eyes, it was as if his father was sitting there, smiling and watching him play the guitar.

It's just that the father in front of him is not the middle-aged man in his early thirties in Li Junxi's memory, but an old man with gray hair who has passed the age of confusion.

His father has passed away a long time ago, and only in Li Junxi's heart, he is still slowly getting old, until today, Li Junxi knows that he has always deliberately avoided the topic of his father, not because he is worried that his past will be known, but because he has never wanted to face the reality of his father's death.

But even if I know it now, my father has long since passed away, and he is still alone in this world.

"The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots, the dead wood in the yard blooms again, and the half-survival has a lot of words, and it is hidden in a full head of gray hair!"

The sound of the piano gradually formed a melody, and Lee Jun-hee hummed and sang softly by turning the emotion in his heart into lyrics.

As a creator, sometimes this is the case, when there is no inspiration, it is impossible to create a good work, and when the inspiration really bursts, it will come naturally.

"Where has the time gone, I have not felt young and old, I have children and daughters for a lifetime, my mind is full of children crying and laughing, where has the time gone, I have not taken a good look at your eyes, firewood, rice, oil and salt for half a lifetime, and in a blink of an eye, only wrinkles are left on my face!"

Completely unconsciously, the creation of a song was completed, and when Lee Jun-hee realized it, even he felt incredible.

In the past, when he was creating, he encountered a big explosion of inspiration in time, and he had to go through repeated revisions, looking at the score that had just been recorded, Li Junxi was surprised to find that there was nothing worth revising at all.

Lee Jun Hee smiled, picked up the pen, and wrote a line of words next to the score, where did you go in a while!?

"Jun-hee!"

Hearing someone speak, Li Junxi was stunned, and hurriedly turned around, I don't know when, Cui Zhen entered the room, looking at her appearance, she should have come a long time ago, but just now Li Junxi was completely immersed in the nostalgia for his father and the songwriting, and he didn't realize it at all.

"Sister Real! Why haven't you rested yet!? ”

Cui Zhenzhen smiled and reached out to take the score: "Where has the time gone, is it the name of this song?" ”

Li Junxi nodded: "I suddenly have a lot of ideas, I just wrote them casually, but it looks pretty good!" ”

Cui Zhen looked up, and to Li Junxi's surprise, her eyes were red, and there were tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"Sister Real! Why are you crying ~~~~~~!? ”

Cui Zhen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "It's not all your song!" Many people say that you are a genius composer, a gold medal system, I didn't think you were so good before, but today, I believe it! Jun-hee! Maybe you're a genius in the field of music! ”

Li Junxi smiled and didn't answer, but asked, "Sister Real!" What do you think of this song? ”

Although Cui Zhenzhen is not a singer and has not undergone systematic training, he has known Lee Jun-hee for several years and has also gained some understanding of music theory.

"Looks good, Jun-hee! You sang it all over, I want to be the first listener of your song, just now you were on and off, and now I want to listen to the full version! ”

Cui Zhen's request, of course Li Junxi will not refuse, holding the guitar, plucking the strings a few times, brewing feelings, and singing softly: "The old trees in front of the door grow new shoots, the dead trees in the yard bloom again, and I have survived a lot of words, and I hid in my head full of gray hair~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ where has the time gone, I have grown old before I feel young, I have children and daughters for a lifetime, my mind is full of children crying and laughing, where has the time gone, I have not taken a good look at your eyes, and I have spent half a lifetime of firewood, rice, oil and salt." In the blink of an eye, only the wrinkles on the face remained! ”

This song has not yet been arranged, and the melody is very simple, after completing the creation, Lee Junxi, the author, is also singing for the first time, but because this song is sent by feeling, Lee Junxi easily brought his feelings into it, and after singing a song, Lee Junxi himself was also very satisfied.

"Sister Real! What do you think of ~~~~~~ sister! What happened to you!? ”

Li Junxi looked at Cui Zhenzhen in surprise, and found that she was in tears at the moment, and she didn't even hear Li Junxi speak, as if she was still immersed in the song.

Li Junxi screamed a few times, Cui Zhenzhen reacted, realized that he was crying, quickly wiped away his tears, and glared at Li Junxi with disgust: "It's all you, originally I was a person who didn't like to cry, but, Junxi!" Your song is simply amazing, and although I don't know much about music, I'm sure your song will be a hit if it comes out! ”

Released this song "Where Has the Time Gone"?

Lee Jun-hee really didn't have this idea at first, originally this song was just a song that he suddenly remembered his father and created it with feelings, and he didn't think about launching it at all.

However, being reminded by Cui Zhen, he did have some ideas, originally according to the plan, he planned to prepare an album this year, and wait until the beginning of next year to release it, but now Cui Zhen said this, he has a new idea.

Perhaps, you can make a father album, which can be regarded as an explanation to your father Li Ming'an, telling her father who has long passed away that he has been able to stand on his own feet and has already made achievements.

"Sister Real! That's a good idea, huh! It's not too early, real sister! Go and rest! ”

Cui Zhenzhen was also a little sleepy, just now she was attracted by the sound of the guitar coming from Li Junxi's room, and now she was reminded by Li Junxi, and she realized that it was already a little more.

"Alright! Jun-hee! You rest early, too! ”

Cui Zhen went out, but Li Junxi couldn't sleep at all, and was reminded by Cui Zhen, his current inspiration showed an explosive trend, gently plucked the strings, picked up the pen, thought about the melodies that flashed in his mind, and recorded them one by one. (To be continued......)