Although Wang Heng has never heard the previous song "Lost", it is not difficult to hear the taste of the niche independent singer in the week. It's just that girls under the age of twenty can't perform completely enough, and they are still a little immature.

But the song she sang at this moment was very strange and fresh to Wang Heng's ears.

A slow, leisurely melody echoes in the empty row, accompanied by the same gentle guitar sound:

"I saw the glorious sunset hiding behind the dark clouds,

The fog lingers in front and back, left and right,

Lonely people are most afraid of loneliness,

The hardest part is to move forward bravely......"

After singing the main song, it's time for the chorus. But at this time, the singing stopped abruptly.

The girl's hand pressed on the strings, and her upturned little nose couldn't help but wrinkle: "No, it's not right......

Wang Heng asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Pei Ningle: "What I want to do in this song is to sing out the fog first, which is the feeling of sadness and melancholy, which fills the emotions little by little and pushes them to a high place." Eventually, all of a sudden, it became bright and the flowers bloomed......"

Wang Heng imagined for a moment: "Do you mean to promote and suppress first?" ”

The girl nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, that's what I thought." ”

Wang Heng: "Then write it like this, isn't it okay?" ”

Pei Ningle: "The problem is that the templates for pop music are all like this. First there is a relatively flat main song, then a prominent chorus, an interlude, then a main song, and finally a chorus repeated, many of which are an octave higher to push the mood to the highest ...... But now for this song, I want to use the first 70 percent as emotional foreshadowing, 10 percent transition, and the last 20 percent to the peak. In this way, it is different from the mainstream in the market. ”

Wang Heng: "That's different, you don't like to follow the rules, right?" ”

The girl put down her guitar and tugged at the shoulder straps of her little skirt, her face visibly irritated - there was a lot to say, but the feeling that it was difficult to express clearly for a while was nothing more than that.

She frowned and thought for a moment, and said, "But the template of pop music makes a lot of sense!" A song needs to be interspersed with a chorus and a lead song so that it doesn't seem monotonous. I'm worried about whether it will be impatient if I keep the same pattern of emotions......"

Wang Heng: "Then make two more bridges." ”

"Bridge? Do you know what a bridge is? Pei Ningle glared at him, his eyes full of surprise.

Wang Heng shrugged his shoulders: "It's just a musical sentence that connects different paragraphs, it's not difficult to understand." ”

Of course, in addition to the so-called 'bridge', Wang Heng has also heard more musical terms. However, his knowledge of these terms is only to know and understand a little basic concept. Everyone has different talents, just like Pei Ningle has a hard time learning the logic in the code, Wang Heng really can't figure out how she handles those notes.

Pei Ningle didn't have the interest to ask about the details, but just analyzed carefully: "If the main song is not played after the first main song, put a bridge with a similar tone, and then spread the interlude, and then repeat the main song...... That seems to be possible. ”

Wang Heng: "It's good to work." ”

But Pei Ningle was still a little hesitant: "I don't know if it will work, I feel that the song written like this will definitely be shorter than the previous one, maybe less than three minutes......"

Wang Heng: "It's okay, it's not a problem to be short, it's cliché or ugly, isn't it?" ”

Pei Ningle didn't speak, pondered for a while, and picked up the guitar again.

This time, she sang the chorus again, the middle 'bridge' transitioned with a lyricless hum, and in the final chorus, the guitar accompaniment suddenly became more rapid and powerful.

The girl looked out of the window, raised her voice, and sang in an even more ethereal voice:

"I see every ordinary day,

into a miracle of freshness,

I see those brilliant rainbows,

Shine into a lonely dream,

I hear the harp play the crystals,

Woven into beautiful verses,

I see you ......"

At this point, use the guitar to pluck out a string of light notes as an epilogue.

After finishing the song, Pei Ningle turned his head to look at Wang Heng and asked a little nervously, "What do you think?" ”

Wang Heng stared at her, and his mind was already rapidly analyzing.

During the week, almost none of Pei Ningle's songs were about love, and the themes he wrote were either the loneliness and hesitation of urban young people, or his attempts at some niche themes, such as cyberpunk and the like.

In the second week, the time for her to officially start writing was advanced, but the style of the first song "Lost" was still like that, and it had nothing to do with love. This "Dawn", Wang Heng originally thought it was the same, but when he heard the last sentence, it seemed a little different?

Is there any hint in the lyrics of 'I see you'?

Wang Heng was analyzing, when he saw Pei Ningle coming up to him, and asked again: "What do you think, how is this song?" Does it sound good? ”

Wang Heng smiled and applauded: "It's great." ”

Pei Ningle couldn't help but ask again: "Really?" ”

Wang Heng: "Really. ”

Pei Ningle was still a little apprehensive: "Is it really great?" ”

Wang Heng emphasized: "Very good. Why not go to the studio and record it? ”

Pei Ningle: "Okay, let's go now!" ”

The girl hugged the guitar and walked out.

Seeing this, Wang Heng reminded: "Give back someone's guitar." ”

Pei Ningle glanced down and patted the body gently: "It just so happens that I want a new guitar, buy it!" ”

At this moment, a strange man's voice sounded in the piano shop: "I want to ask, was the song just now written by yourself, little sister?" I've never heard that melody before, and you seem to be talking about the creation of this song......"

When the two turned around, they saw a man sitting on the sofa in the corner, he looked about thirty or forty years old, with a beard and thick-rimmed glasses, and a sense of vicissitudes. When Pei Ningle played the guitar and sang before, he sat there motionless, right behind the drum kit, so neither Wang Heng nor Pei Ningle noticed him.

At this point, the man stood up and said, "I'm the owner of this shop." Little sister, are you going to buy that guitar? ”

Pei Ningle nodded: "How much?" ”

"The original price is more than eight hundred, but I'll ......leave it to you," the owner of the piano shop smiled, "Give a whole number, five hundred." ”

Pei Ningle blinked: "Five hundred and eight? ”

"I mean five hundred, five hundred!"

The owner of the piano shop couldn't help but be slightly suspicious - is this girl who is a little confused really the same person as the girl who sang the sounds of heaven just now?

Wang Heng suddenly asked, "Why do you give a discount?" Is it because her songs are good? ”

The owner of the piano shop sighed: "Yes, that's enough. I've seen too many people who buy the piano and go back, never play again after three minutes of heat, and throw it in the corner to eat ashes. In the right hands, it's the best place for a guitar......"

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