When it first appeared in time, many things were pure. [Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. [com]

It's just that after going through a lot, they get complicated.

It's not that it's not pure, it's just getting complicated.

It's as if after the water rushes into the East China Sea, it is still water, but it becomes the water of the sea.

The smile on Lin Feng's face didn't stay as long as the question on Cai Yu's face, and after the breeze blew, it dissipated. It seems to be aroused by the unintentional breeze that evokes the usual indifference.

Putting away the smile on his face and calming himself down again, Lin Feng said slowly, as if there was a little more in his tone.

"You're right, it's the way it should be. It's just that there are some things, well, things that are thought to be like this by the public, and they shouldn't be like this in the first place. ”

There seems to be a lot more vicissitudes in the words, but I don't know if it's from that indifference, or from the content of the words.

The two sentences, which were almost clueless, did not alleviate the doubts between Cai Yu's eyebrows, but only deepened significantly. Such a vicissitudes of life, can you still chat young in the future?

"Music, both before and now, is only connected to listening. Since music, it's all about listening to music. After a pause, Lin Feng said again. Is the coordination of shadow pictures good, is it good, but are people listening or watching? To put it bluntly, it's watching music. Even concerts, which are supposed to be music-based, have half the concept of performance. Music is just soundtrack. ”

"Mr. Lin, I think I probably understand what you mean. You're saying that music should just be listened to. However, music is fundamentally a pleasure, and it is easy to maximize this feeling with images. Music that is detached from other synergies cannot last. It's hard to stand alone. Cai Yu spoke out in the gap where Lin Feng had paused deliberately, and expressed her different opinions. Behind the black frame, the brows that are not soft are a little crooked because of the widening of the eyes.

"It's hard to stand alone, that's right." Listening to Cai Yu's words, Lin Feng nodded and said.

"It's just, isn't it a lonely wood, is it still a wood? That's Lin, or maybe it's Sen, right? Then Lin Feng continued, "Besides, music is not a lonely tree, and a lonely tree is not alone, it is lively inside." The greatest value of music lies in listening, and the singer sings with his heart, which is not only the listener's ears, but also the heart. The song reverberates, the listener can close his eyes, or open his eyes, look into the distance to see everything or look at the single thing in front of him, no matter which one of them, the song will be in harmony with the listener's heart, sketching a song in their heart for them. Images and whatever, in fact, are all in the heart. ”

"With the cooperation of the image content and pictures, this kind of delineation will be faster and feel deeper, and the duckweed drawn by the realistic touch brush is rooted. Sir, your ode to joy, with a stormy enthusiasm, is played with the speed of a phantom hand. The feeling of the storm is expressed in the hands, and what is given to the audience is an example of the image that should be over. It is indispensable to match the music visually. Concerts, music is not reduced to a soundtrack, but singing and dancing are better interpreting it. Cai Yu shook his head again and said. It made sense to deny Lin Feng's words.

"Actually." Lin Feng didn't respond to Cai Yu's words immediately, he first moved his mouth, and after five or six seconds, he confided two words, like two words of nonsense, but it was undeniable, but it was very atmospheric, at least Cai Yu's demeanor became more focused, waiting for Lin Feng's words.

"Music, I should say, is divided into two aspects. The first category is enjoyment, that is, to give people enjoyment. The second type is to release, release people's emotions, empathize, or arouse the little sensibility in people's bones. ”

After a pause, Lin Feng said again, "That's not right, at the beginning of the creation of music, it was all to arouse the sensibility in people's bones, but some of them were not so profound, so they became entertainment." That's what you just said, and it's entertainment. ”

"Release your emotions? Music is supposed to be entertainment by nature, right? With a frowning motion, Cai Yu put forward a different opinion.

"It's essentially a release, an emotional release. As for entertainment, yes, entertainment is more than just fun. Lin Feng nodded and said, "A good song is the release of the emotions in the author's singer's heart, and then resonate with the listener to release the emotions in his heart." These emotions include joy and joy, sadness and sadness, as long as they are happy, they are entertainment. ”

"Among them, there is a necessary definition of a good song, and I am right, Mr. Lin." Cai Yu said. She understood what Lin Feng meant, but she had a good opinion of Lin Feng's self-confidence, even if Lin Feng was the one who gave her "Ode to Joy". Although the glory of the past can prove life, it is not after all, and it cannot be the whole life.

"Hehe, that's what it means." Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Then it seems that Mr. Lin is very confident in this song?" Cai Yu asked with a lot of meaning.

"Huh." After listening to Cai Yu's words, Lin Feng first smiled, and then said, "If you understand, it's a good song, and if you feel deeply, it's a classic, and if you listen to it well, it can be said to be entertainment." For me, this is a good song, but it is difficult to reconcile with everyone, and the taste of the same rice and hundreds of people is naturally different. ”

"Then Mr. Lin, why don't you give in, add some background lighting images, and everyone will have a very similar taste." Cai Yu continued Lin Feng's words.

"Then there is no taste, and the food I helped eat is not fragrant." Lin Feng shook his head and said, "Moreover, when releasing emotions, other superfluous things are all interference from external forces. ”

"Mr. Lin has a high opinion. It's just that, Mr. Lin, is this song a good song tonight, and you haven't given me a detailed and accurate definition? Cai Yu nodded, and then said to Lin Feng with a smile. A hazy answer, if it is more serious, does not become an answer.

"Huh. It's a good song, if the listener has a heart. Lin Feng laughed and said.

"Mr. Lin, you are really confident." Cai Yu first praised Lin Feng, and then said, "I'll notify the relevant classmates later, but I just hope that Mr. Under the Fluorescent Light will not damage his own myth." If Mr. proves that music is to be listened to with the heart, I will not turn on the lights in concerts in the future. ”

"Hehe, Miss Cai is serious, there is no need to be like this, it is best to vary from person to person." Smiling, Lin Feng said.

Cai Yu didn't speak, just smiled.

"Miss Cai, is there anything else?" Lin Feng asked.

"No, Mr. Lin, go get busy, I'm bothering you for a while." Cai Yu said. This time, she also didn't mention the matter of the Poetry Association, every minute and second of life has a focus, and the focus at the moment is the focus of the evening, and she can't mess in.

"Well, goodbye." Lin Feng nodded.

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The parting of a man and a woman, one leaving, and the other staring at his or her departing back, a faint sadness is revealed, and such a scene is very feeling.

It's just that after the conversation between Lin Feng and Cai Yu ended, it was not staged.

After nodding goodbye, the two took steps in the direction they had come from, Cai Yu continued to direct the stage arrangement, and Lin Feng re-crossed the grove in front of the playground. There are many roads ahead, some to the library, some to the apartment, and some to the cafeteria, but either one has to go through the woods first. It's like on the road of life, there is always a part of the road that cannot be avoided.

Walking in the forest, using the tissue he carried with him to wipe away the sweat that had not completely evaporated on his face, Lin Feng's rhythm slowed down. Sweat represents hard work and speed.

Out of the grove, Lin Feng did not hesitate, nor did he bother to think about it, and naturally took a step, in the direction of the canteen. Morning exercise in the playground, adjustment in the forest, meal in the canteen, a bowl of white porridge, a few steamed buns, a plate of pickles, and an egg. This is the morning. Whether it's cold or hot, it's a satisfying morning.

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Quiet early morning, quietly walked through in a quiet breakfast.

Carrying the breakfast bag he brought back, Lin Feng walked out of the cafeteria.

The equipment is the same as usual, but the time is not the same, and Cai Yu's words at the door of the playground are also a part of life, and naturally it also takes up time.

Jingle bells, jingle bells!

As soon as he walked to the woods not far from the cafeteria, Lin Feng's mobile phone, which had just recovered, rang by default.

Hearing the bell, Lin Feng was stunned, who would call at this time?

Lin Feng's hand still instinctively took out his mobile phone.

"Editor-in-chief Chen Zhuo?" As soon as he looked at the caller ID, Lin Feng was stunned again, "It's early in the morning, what can he do?" ”

"Hey, Editor-in-Chief Chen." Swiped the answer button and brought the phone to his ear, Lin Feng said. After all, the steps under my feet did not continue to stop, and under the light of the rising sun, the small stone path with light leaf shadows walked forward step by step.

"Mr. Lin, good morning, excuse me." Chen Zhuo's voice came from the earpiece. Although he couldn't see anyone, Lin Feng felt Chen Zhuo's hearty smile, and it sounded like he was in a good mood.

A good mood is contagious, Lin Feng also responded with a smile.

"If Editor-in-Chief Chen is there, what is there to disturb or not, I have insomnia in the morning."

"Hehe, Mr. Lin is really joking. It should be said that the plan of the day is in the morning, and it should be with Mr. Chen Zhuo said politely.

"Haha, Editor-in-Chief Chen has won the award, and the plan for the day lies in the morning, which should be in the morning, not in the walk." Lin Feng said with a smile. It should be the truth.

"Heh, sir's truth is really enough." Chen Zhuo said with a smile.

"Huh." Lin Feng laughed twice, did not speak, and at the same time made a slight adjustment in the direction of his steps, the path of the pebble has reached a node, it is time to change the direction, and then go forward without changing, and it will be in the flowers.

"Mr. Lin, don't talk nonsense, there is a reason why it affected you this morning, I don't know if you have time?" After Lin Feng's two laughs, Chen Zhuo said politely.

"If you have time, you can talk about something." Lin Feng said.

"Hehe, it's good to have time, Mr. Lin, let me ask a question first. Although it is a bit abrupt, I hope you can say it, Mr. Lin. Chen Zhuo laughed a little stupidly twice, and then asked slightly seriously and solemnly, "Are the two bowl-of-soup stories on the Internet all the way to the sixteen submissions you made in the Jinbei Literary Competition?" In other words, is a bowl of soup or not? ”

"A bowl of soup, it's me. What's the matter, is there any problem, although there are a lot of discussions about this now, but, I don't think you, the editor-in-chief of Chen Da, will be so idle and boring, right? Lin Feng said slightly teasingly.

"Of course, I don't have time to be bored." Chen Zhuo said with a smile, very relieved. For him, this question is the key question, as long as it is confirmed that this thing that has been completely affirmed is correct.

After a pause, Chen Zhuo said again, with a heartfelt eagerness.

"Mr. Lin is like this, yesterday I talked with Yun Luo and the two editors-in-chief of the Tianxing branch about all these little stories of yours, and after some discussion, we came to a conclusion that if these stories are collected into a book and sold for sale, it will be very marketable. Therefore, I specifically bothered you as soon as possible, hoping that you can authorize these stories to us, and like Harry Potter, they are still published by our three publishers, and of course the share that should be given to you is still very high. If you agree, we can meet you in Kyoto today to finalize the matter. ”

In the steady, organized, and polite words, there is impatience hidden. Yes, now that he has just come out of the law firm and is on the way back to the publishing house, he has a feeling of trembling at the moment. After all, last night's negotiation, through the lion's wide opening and the threat of going it alone, the share he occupied in the proposed contract was quite high, after removing the estimated share given to Lin Feng, the remaining benefits accounted for three-fifths of the remaining interests, if the taxes due were removed, they could actually get two-thirds of the combined Yunluo Publishing House and Tianxing Publishing Fengshi Branch. With such a huge interest, if Chen Zhuo is still calm as usual, and does not show the slightest form of impatience and trembling, then he can really go to the lecture and teach some officials how to not waver in the face of temptation. It's a lot more interesting and practical than a politics class. As for how Hong Guang and Wang Jin were able to agree to such harsh and greedy conditions, it is very simple, because the prospects for the publication of these story collections are great and the benefits are great. If the base is large, it is acceptable to divide it into smaller ones. One percent of a hundred billion is still happier and more comfortable than one hundred percent of a million.

When Chen Zhuo told a bowl of soup-style story, Lin Feng understood what Chen Zhuo wanted? These stories from Chicken Soup for the Soul are a big cake, and now the smell of the cake has come out, so here they are. In this regard, Lin Feng didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to say, you guys are late.

"Editor-in-Chief Chen, I understand what you mean, first of all, I am very grateful to you, as well as Mr. Hong and Mr. Wang, for the importance of these scattered works, especially when there are only eighteen stories in these stories, I am very grateful for this value, especially after the matter was revealed, I called so quickly. Thank you. It's just that I can only say sorry for the enthusiasm and speed of the three, and the publishing rights of these stories are no longer in my hands. Well, half of them are already out. Lin Feng said slightly apologetically. No matter what kind of ideas Chen Zhuo, Hong Guang and Wang Jin have, politeness must be there. Moreover, people are like this, and they are also acknowledging these works, although they are not to themselves, but as a communicator, they are bathed in the same light as the author.

When Lin Feng said first, Chen Zhuo, who felt that something was wrong, turned the bad in his heart into a reality, he really didn't expect it, and he didn't want to think that there were really people who were faster than him and faster than them, but after the news came out, they analyzed and wrote the contract and called the author, he didn't want to accept it, after all, this news was too cruel and inhumane. It's cruelty, it's cruelty. Such a large amount of interests, it took so much effort to defeat, or grind down two such strong opponents, but the bamboo basket was empty. For Chen Zhuo, this kind of blow is like climbing over thousands of mountains and thousands of waters, subduing demons and eliminating monsters, eating and sleeping in the open to come to Da Lei Yin Temple, only to find that Da Lei Yin Temple has already moved, and Tang Sanzang's mood is the same as that of the empty Tang Sanzang at this moment, no matter how high the Buddha nature cultivation is, he can't stand it.

After stabilizing his mind, Chen Zhuo took a deep breath and used the oxygen in the air to relieve his somewhat oxygen-deficient brain, and an idea that he didn't want to, but had to mention, came to his mind. Judging from the current situation, if you don't mention it, you have to mention it, you can't tell Lin Feng that we have already made the proportion of the sharing between us after signing the contract with you, and it is the signing and notarization of the drawing, so you will abandon the publishing house that got one-half.

However, Chen Zhuo still decided to ask carefully, what does it mean that this half has been out, if the publishing rights are half out, then be reluctant, don't want all, ask for the other half, if the story is half out, then ask for the other half of the story, always if the half of the story is like this, then take half of it.

"It seems that Mr. Lin's works this time have a lot of discerning eyes." Chen Zhuo said to Lin Feng in a somewhat sour tone. It's not pretending, he's really sour, it's all money, and the distressed ones are sour. It's like a beautiful girl, one step late, and then watching her throw herself into the arms of others, this feeling, really uncomfortable!

"Editor-in-chief Chen, I've won the award. It's just borrowing the name of the Golden Cup Literary Competition. Lin Feng said modestly, Chen Zhuo's sour taste, he felt it, but so what, although he Lin Feng's words were not a word, but they were also a saliva. If people don't have faith, they can't stand, and this sentence is easier to achieve for people like Lin Feng who are afraid of trouble.

"Hehe, Lin Xian is really modest, no matter how famous the Golden Cup Literature Contest is, it will not affect the brightness of the pearl itself. The pearls of the night are all shining on their own. Chen Zhuo first slapped a sycophant.

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