Han Lan must have understood the basic music theory, and even the skills and experience of composing music he remembered a lot in his memory in this life, otherwise he would definitely not be able to copy out the songs in his memory in his previous life.

Yes, copying songs also requires a bit of strength to copy.

It's like finding a random person on the street and asking him to write down his favorite song score, most people can't do it, and even many people can hum it out of tune.

Therefore, Han Lan came to Shencheng Conservatory of Music for further study this time, and the main thing was to learn some composition theory and some composition skills and experience, and by the way, to reorganize the messy knowledge in his head.

Professor Tang can teach him these words, but Professor Tang Lao is a little unable to hold on to his energy now, so he will tell him some practical skills and personal experience in composing, and then help him answer his questions. If Professor Donald's energy allows, he may be able to teach him something else.

As for the theoretical stuff, he can teach him any teacher in the academy.

Professor Tang's first impression of Han Lan was very good, kind, erudite and kind, unlike Tan Lun, who gave him the first impression of a charlatan full of nonsense. However, Professor Tang's physical fitness is indeed inferior to Tan Lun, don't look at Tan Lun's age, he can still fight with the strong guy. And if it is replaced by Professor Tang, it is estimated that it will not work if you run two steps.

Of course, Professor Tang Lao is also older than Tan Lun, more than ten or twenty years older than him.

And Han Lan's first impression of Tang Shi'an was also very good, he looked simple, and at first glance he was the kind of boy who was very well-behaved, polite and decent. The most important thing is that when I saw him at first sight, I felt inexplicably very close, like my own grandson, and the more I looked at him, the happier I became.

Tang Shi'an would never have thought that the real devil would be more likable than an angel before revealing his fangs and claws.

"Xiao Han, do you recognize this song?" Tang Shi'an was not in a hurry to teach him anything, and after leading him to his piano room, he first played a short paragraph by himself and then asked him.

Han Lan felt a little familiar, but because it was only a short paragraph, he didn't remember where he had heard it for the time being. I could only shake my head.

Tang Shi'an didn't say anything, and continued to play a paragraph with a smile on his face.

While listening to it, Han Lan thought about it carefully, and finally remembered where she had heard this song.

In Han Yiping's room!

When he was going to Africa to shoot "Blade Rescue 2" last year, he discussed with Han Yiping, but Han Yiping didn't agree to mess with him at first, and locked himself in his room to drink and follow his late wife. At that time, Han Yiping played this song in the room.

This is the song of Han Lan's mother, He Xiaolan.

It's just that Han Lan listened to the CD version at that time, and Tang Shi'an now listens to him the piano solo version.

"Recognized?" Tang Shi'an seemed to notice the change in his eyes, and stopped and asked him with a smile.

Han Lan nodded: "Is it a song that my mother wrote before?" ”

"Hmm. She came to me and said that she felt that she had hit a bottleneck in her creation, that she had not had a melody in her mind for a long time, that she had no inspiration to create, and that she did not know what she should write. It's as if the source of inspiration has dried up. ”

Han Lan sat up straight with some curiosity, quietly listening to him tell about his mother's affairs back then.

"At that time, she was already famous as an Asian diva, can you imagine a diva admitting that her creative inspiration has dried up?" Tang Shi'an smiled and shook his head, "A singer-songwriter suddenly can't write songs, which is quite fatal to her career, and I can see that she is very anxious." ”

"Then I asked her, do you make music as a career?" Tang Shi'an sold it and looked at Han Lan with a smile.

"What did she say?"

She hesitated for a long time, thinking so.

Then I told her that if you just want to create what you want, don't make it a career. But if you make music a career, you can't always rely on inspiration that flashes like sparks. ”

"The so-called inspiration is actually a manifestation of people's emotions. When someone is in a particularly good mood, they can be inspired and write particularly good works; There are also people who are inspired to write masterpieces when they are particularly depressed.

But as long as you are human, you will have emotional ups and downs, and it is impossible to stay at a particularly high or low emotional point forever, most of the time it is in between, which is the so-called flat, or only a little ups and downs.

And now, she has ascended to the position of the Asian diva of pop music, and it is difficult to reach a higher position in a short period of time, so it is difficult to have anything that can make her feel particularly excited and excited, so that her emotions are high and flash the spark of inspiration; Her career has also stabilized, and it is unlikely that there will be a significant decline again, which will make her emotions go into a trough and trigger inspiration for creation. Or, not only her career, but also her love and her life. ”

"So, what she needs is stimulation?" Han Lan asked.

Tang Shi'an couldn't help but smile when he heard Han Lan's words, and nodded: "That's how she asked me, and your mother and son's reaction is too interesting." Is it not good to live a stable and ordinary life? Looking for your own excitement in search of inspiration? ”

Han Lan smiled awkwardly.

Tang Shi'an continued: "I told her that professional creation is like a marathon, and if you want to run a long distance, you can't mess up the pace, and you can't just sprint from time to time.

If you only rely on the inspiration generated by the ups and downs of your emotions, it is normal that you will not be able to maintain a good creative state for a long time. ”

"A true composer grabs inspiration when he is inspired, and when he is not inspired, he looks at the ordinary scenery around him, writes based on intuition and experience, and maybe when he finishes writing, he will have some new ideas."

"No one can write a song in his life that can become a classic, unless he only writes a few songs in his life. Sometimes, the plain is also a kind of creation. Your mother was too demanding of herself at that time, racking her brains to seize the inspiration and write another classic. ”

Tang Shi'an smiled and shook his head: "Xiao Han, I think you came to me because of similar troubles, right?" ”

Han Lan nodded slightly, so to speak.

His problems are much more serious than fucking problems, though.

Her mother's problem is that she can't hold back her big moves.

And his problem is that he doesn't even know how to make ordinary moves.

"Write whatever you want, with your own intuition, write casually, it's a big deal to think it's too bad after writing, just don't send it. But don't stop creating because you're not inspired. Tang Shi'an smiled, didn't continue to say more, changed his own tune and continued to play.