A song?!

"Old, you don't want to use a chorus, do you?" When Xu Long listened to Lu Nian's words, he always felt that it was almost this idea.

The other six people also looked at Lu Nian seriously.

Lu Nian didn't give a positive answer, but just asked: "Now I need two singers who can play the guzheng, which of you can?" ”

Zither? Two more?

Shen Wenjing took the lead in taking a step: "Classmate Lu Nian, I know Guzheng." ”

Liu Jiajia also raised her hand: "In vain, I will too!" ”

Lu Nian nodded: "I also need two singers who can beat Chinese drums." ”

For drums, Wei Ze is the first, because he is a drum professional, almost all drums can be beaten, and he has also played Chinese drums and can control them.

Xu Wei also took a step forward: "I have also practiced this kind of folk instrument, it should be possible." ”

Lu Nian hummed and said again: "I still need two singers who play the pipa." ”

Li Sin and Xu Long raised their hands.

They are guitar professionals, and these stringed instruments are all the same, and it is not difficult for them.

But what is this about?

Lu Nian looked at Ren Fangqi again: "Team leader, can you bring in the chimes on the spot?" ”

"Chimes?!" Ren Fangqi's mind was stunned.

Everyone was stupid.

Chimes are long gone, and where would anyone knock on that thing now?

"Can you?" Lu Nian asked.

"Yes, yes, it's just Director Lu, this..."

Lu Nian interrupted: "Then please help me find a group to come over, I have an idea." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it for you." Ren Fangqi saw that Lu Nian was very confident, so he took this matter down.

"Pipa, guzheng, Chinese drums, chimes... Shi Delirium, do you want to learn the recorder? Lu Nian looked at Shi Nian, among all of them, he was the only one who didn't have any tasks.

But he's a genius, whatever it is, he learns it as soon as he learns, so in the end, there's nothing wrong with that.

"Recorder?" Shi Yu was still a little puzzled: "Brother genius, why are you learning this?" ”

"Making music, isn't there a competition after the awards? Since you are participating, you naturally have to be the first. Lu Nian said very indifferently.

All the singers instantly felt the pressure.

A disagreement is the first.

Can't be provoked, can't be provoked.

"But these are folk instruments, how..."

Shi Yu's doubts are everyone's.

Because domestic musical instruments are suitable for "watching the scenery and drinking tea", it is more wonderful, and you need to calm down to appreciate, in that kind of competition, it must be a brisk and violent rhythm to occupy the main line.

Lu Nian also knew everyone's thoughts, and shook his fingers: "Musical instruments are not prejudiced, you have always thought of domestic musical instruments as so quaint, it is a big mistake, the fault is not the musical instrument, but the singer, since it is a domestic Grand Prix, it is natural to use domestic musical instruments to promote." ”

"This is the reason, but even if the folk instrument is made up, the lyrics are also a problem, and we add up to eight people..."Xu Long carried the back of his head.

"Who told you to make music, we're going to do... Electric music! Lu Nian smiled.

Electric music?!

Not only Li Sin and the seven people looked at each other, but Ren Fangqi was a little foggy.

How do folk musical instruments make electronic music?

What does it do with?

It's not that I look down on domestic musical instruments, but it's that domestic musical instruments are difficult to make electronic music with imagination.

Pipa, Guzheng, Chinese drums, chimes, recorders, how to do these five things?

How can you make a popular foreign electronic music?

"Okay, there are some things you don't have to think about, I'll distribute the melody of the song to you later, now everyone is going to sharpen their guns, since you want to do it, let the others watch it well." Lu Nian said with a smile.

"But this..."

Xu Long and others were still embarrassed.

What the hell is this?

Now you're going to start making electronic music?

Wow! There is no way to understand it!

"There's nothing to do here, go out, I have to think about it first, Shi Yu, I'll teach you the recorder later, you go to the instrument room and study it yourself."

Under Lu Nian's urging, Xu Long and the seven people left the director's office.

Out of the office.

A few people still don't quite understand this idea.

"How do you do that? Folk musical instruments do electronic music? Just kidding, right? ”

"There's no electronic synthesis at all, how can electronic music come from?"

"It's a little hard to understand."

"Lu Nian, maybe you have some ideas, let's go and put the instrument together."

"Other than that, there is no way, the old man doesn't say anything."

After thinking about it, a few people finally gritted their teeth and plunged into the musical instrument room to practice folk musical instruments.

Anyway, whether it's dead or alive, you have to do it.

But the most important thing is that they all believe in Lu Nian.

If you can propose this, there must be a way.

The electronic music of folk musical instruments is, in a way, still very worthy of attention.

And Lu Nian had indeed thought about it, and just after they left, he had already filled in the melody almost.

After writing the tune, Lu Nian called Murong Wanyan and prepared to ask her to make eight copies.

When Murong Wanyan took over the tune, her willow eyebrows bent beautifully: "Can I watch it again?" ”

Lu Nian put on the pen: "Of course you can, you can make one more copy for yourself." ”

Murong Wanyan nodded, then turned around and copied the score.

Eight music scores were handed over to Ren Fangqi, who then handed them over to the singer.

Murong Wanyan also left one for herself, and she sat in Lu Nian's office dignifiedly, quietly watching the ups and downs of each section.

Her serious appearance made Lu Nian's eyes unclear.

Fair, slender fingers pulsed on the glass tabletop.

It's just two or three strokes.

Murong Wanyan said softly: "This song is very good. ”

Lu Nian didn't care about the tune, but about Murong Yan's position.

Murong Wanyan has never touched a musical instrument since she came here, she likes musical instruments very much, and she also likes music.

Although I don't know why she came here, Lu Nian doesn't want to deprive her of her obsession with pursuing music.

"Murong visits Yan, do you want to be a singer?"

Lu Nian's question and answer made Murong Wanyan stunned for a moment: "Singer..."

"It's singing."

"I haven't sung it."

"Would you like to give it a try?"

"Yes."

The answer was very crisp and neat.

Lu Nian also laughed: "Then wait for this award to end, try it." ”

"Okay."

"Well, then you can continue to rest, and I'll go to the instrument room." Lu Nian got up.

Murong Wanyan was still engrossed in looking at the score.

That's all she had to rest.

Lu Nian opened the door of the office and walked out, the moment he closed the door. In his pupils, Murong Wanyan's single-minded beauty and delicate face were reflected, very serious... Very seriously...

(End of chapter)