Ling Tianqi: "...... But I understand the market. ”

"Qin Rui's style of music looks niche, but in fact, the melody is catchy, and the style is close to the hearts of young people today, so I am confident that he will definitely be popular."

Cui Hao pursed his lips.

Young.

It's really young.

He has been in this circle for more than 20 years, and he doesn't dare to say that helping others make an album will definitely explode, a little girl who doesn't know anything, why is she so angry?

Cui Hao: "I want Qin Rui to take a niche high-end route, "Red Dust" is biased towards folk songs, which is not very suitable for his style. ”

In other words, if it is too easy to sing, it will look vulgar.

But Ling Tianqi is not afraid of vulgarity!

vulgar, in order to have more fans and fans; vulgar, in order to become popular and famous, make a lot of money!

If Ling Tianqi was given a choice between "elegant and poor" and "vulgar and rich", she would definitely choose the latter.

Ling Tianqi: "Teacher Cui, you are wrong. High-end is not equal to high and low, now the Internet is the most convenient way to spread, young people prefer to share what they think is good, I believe that the song "Red Dust" is the best title song. ”

Cui Hao pouted secretly, you are all fantasizing in your heart!

A young teenager who sings neither dance nor jazz and wants to be sung and shared?

It's too optimistic.

Ling Tianqi looked at Cui Hao with blazing eyes: "So Mr. Cui, I ask you to do it now, arrange "Red Dust" well, and then put it on the album as the title song. ”

Of course, Cui Hao was reluctant: "Now that the samples have been recorded, if there is a big adjustment, it will take a lot of time to re-select songs and make songs." All the money invested in the front is also wasted......"

Anyway, he just didn't want to change.

Ling Tianqi smiled, turned his head and asked Qin Rui, "What do you think?" ”

Qin Rui immediately replied: "I also think I can use "Red Dust". ”

Cui Hao's eyebrows twitched, as if he couldn't believe this answer.

Qin Rui, on the other hand, remembered the afternoon when he wrote "Red Dust".

He was sitting in the courtyard playing the guitar, and Tang Ran came back from school, crossed him, and returned to his room, without even looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

He was suddenly full of anger, angry that she didn't know what was going on in her mind, angry that she was ignoring her.

At that moment, the strings in his hands were messed up.

But when he returned to the room after practicing, he saw a plate of watermelons on the table in the living room, and the melon pulps had been cut into square pieces, and the bottom was still chilled.

The left half of the watermelon on the plate was eaten, and the remaining half was placed there with a brush, and it looked like it was reserved for himself.

Qin Rui's heart softened suddenly.

She didn't really ignore herself.

Then Qin Rui carried the guitar upstairs, and when he passed by Tang Ran's room, he pushed open Tang Ran's door with a sense of ghost.

Tang Ran lay on the table, with headphones still plugged in his ears, and fell asleep like this.

Qin Rui couldn't control his feet, so he quietly walked over and took off a headset and put it on his ear.

He was too curious, too curious to know whose song Tang Ran was listening to.

The sound from the headphones made him so shocked that he couldn't move for a long time.

What Tang Ran listened to turned out to be his own song.

And it was obviously recorded secretly by Tang Ran, there were some noises in it, as well as the sound of servants walking and talking.

At that moment, Qin Rui had mixed feelings in his heart.

Looking at Tang Ran's sleeping face, complex emotions were like a tide, slapping on the tip of his heart in waves, and the ups and downs were staged in turn.

Qin Rui immediately returned to his room and wrote the song "Red Dust" in an excited mood-

How messy the red dust is, I can't tell you;

No matter how much you suffer, you may not be liberated;

You pretend to be prepared, pretend to be able to find me,

In fact, I was nowhere to be seen, only the wind blew.

How messy the red dust is, wrapping the old mountains and rivers;

In front of me is a thousand autumn snow, and in my heart is a hornet's nest;

If you can't stay together, sing me a song.

sing

If you become a Buddha, you don't mind if I'm a demon......

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