The slightly sad and melancholy voice is like the moonlight pouring down at night, soft, but it can touch the most emotional place in people's hearts.

The voice has no gorgeous decoration, nor does it have any exquisite singing skills, but it is the most primitive, singing method that follows the feeling, but it is surprisingly good.

Wu Zhijiang listened and couldn't help nodding, his eyes full of appreciation.

The two young men glanced at each other.

As professionals in the field of music, their ears are extremely picky, and they know that this is a good song when they hear it.

A good song is not necessarily about how high the style is or how high the idea is, but it can make people empathize with it and bring it in.

This song, that's it.

Wu Zhijiang lowered his voice: "What kind of song is this, have you heard it?" ”

The two young men shook their heads.

One of them took out his phone and found the software to listen to music and recognize music.

Soon, he whispered with a surprised face: "Teacher, there is no such song in the music library, it is an unpublished new song." ”

A new song written by Lu Zhao?

Or did the gunmen she raised write for her?

Soon.

A song ends.

Wu Zhijiang was about to knock on the door.

I heard another voice from inside the door: "Sister Hong, there is another song." ”

He stopped knocking on the door.

The song rang out again.

It's not the same as before.

The last song is a faint sadness, a remembrance, and a regret for the lost love.

This song is after the disillusionment of love, the sadness, heartbreak, exhaustion, fragility, delicacy and straightforwardness are heartbreaking.

The two young men were shocked.

It's obviously the same sad song, but it gives people two completely different sadness.

One is the heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching, and the other is the shallow sadness of relief.

The song ends.

Lu Zhao asked: "Sister Hong, what do you think of these two songs." ”

There was a knock on the door from outside.

Ruan Hong cried when she heard it, her singing voice was unskilled, but the appeal was too strong, she wiped her tears and said, "Okay, just use these two songs, there is no copyright problem." ”

She said that what she dreamed of, she dreamed well.

She doesn't ask her where she got the song anymore.

"Sister Hong, someone from my side is coming, I'll call you later." After Lu Zhao finished speaking, he hung up the phone and stood up: "Please come in." ”

Wu Zhijiang pushed the door in, and when he saw her, he first introduced himself with a smile: "Hello Mr. Lu, I'm Wu Zhijiang." ”

Lu Zhao greeted him with a smile: "Wu Lao is good." ”

In the morning, Mr. Xu mentioned it to her once, saying that there was an old-timer in the music industry who was very interested in her song "Get Up" and wanted to meet her.

This old-timer is Wu Zhijiang, a master of Chinese folk music.

"I was abrupt with the two students, I was just outside, I heard Teacher Lu singing, it was really good, I couldn't help but listen to it, it won't bother you!" Wu Zhijiang asked.

"You're always laughing, as long as it doesn't leak out before our singer releases an album." Lu Zhao was also polite.

It's because she didn't pay attention to this problem herself, and she can't blame anyone else.

And she believes that a big guy like Wu Lao will not be greedy for her two songs.

"Don't worry about this, we won't." Wu Lao said with a smile.

This girl is very good at talking and doing things.

Wu Lao's two students also said that they would not leak secrets.

These two, one is Lin Ci, a well-known songwriter in the entertainment industry, and the other is Xie Nanxing, a professor at Imperial Capital University of Music.

The two of them, who had read the black material on the Internet, were very prejudiced against Lu Zhao.

However, after seeing Lu Zhao's face and observing her speech and demeanor, I knew that she herself was completely different from what was spread on the Internet.

Treat people modestly and politely, speak calmly, generously and decently, and have the demeanor of everyone.

Lin Ci was very interested in the two songs she sang before, and asked, "Mr. Lu, those two songs just now are your new works?" ”

Lu Zhao: "It's not me, it's an anonymous senior, the lyrics and songs are all that, I dreamed of it." ”

Lin Ci smiled awkwardly but politely: "Teacher Lu's dream is very powerful. ”

What else could he say?

In the variety show, what she said in front of the national audience was repeated to him.

"Thank you." Lu Zhao was polite.

Lin Ci: ......

Xie Nanxing held back a smile on the side.

What did this girl, she say, what is the picture?

Her family is bankrupt, and they all know that she has no money to hire someone to write songs.

Her entertainment company, now with two artists left, can't write such high-quality songs.

The biggest possibility is that she wrote it herself.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries.

Wu Zhijiang returned to the topic: "Calling a girl, your song "Get Up", I want to include it in the book "Chinese National Classic Music Appreciation" that I am compiling.

I want the full version, can you fulfill my wish? ”

Lu Zhao was very sincere: "Old Wu, I really can't remember it for the time being, I'm sorry." ”

"Hey." Wu Zhijiang sighed, extremely sad: "You can't remember, then in my lifetime, will I have a chance to hear the full version?" ”

Lu Zhao: "I'll try my best!" ”

"You don't have to rush, think slowly." Wu Lao said and began to cough.

He coughed and his face turned red, and he coughed and said: "This person is old, but he is useless, and I don't know how many days I can live with my body." ”

"Teacher, are you alright?" Lin Ci hurriedly gave him relief.

"I'm fine, I can't die, I can't remember the full version, I won't die." Wu Zhijiang gasped violently, and said breathlessly: "If I can't hear the full version, even if I die, I won't be blind." ”

Xie Nanxing also hurriedly took out his mobile phone to call: "Elder Xu, my teacher is sick, can you come over quickly?" ”

Lu Zhao looked at them quietly, not knowing what to say.

However, Xu Lao came over soon, looked at the scene in front of him, and then looked at Lu Zhao's entangled expression of whether he should be debunked, pointed at him and scolded with a smile: "You old thing, who are you scaring about, she is a doctor!" ”

His little tricks, small means, playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong!

Wu Zhijiang immediately stopped coughing, and glared at him dissatisfied: ......

He forgot about it.

Song Ci and Xie Nanxing, who cooperated with the teacher's acting, had an embarrassed but polite smile on Jun's face.

Lu Zhao coughed and said, "Old Wu, don't worry, when I think of it, I'll tell you the first one." ”

These old-timers, not to mention anything else, only this sincere love for the cause is worthy of respect.

"Okay, be the first to tell me." Wu Zhijiang is still very regretful, and I don't know when she will be able to remember the full version.

A few people chatted for a while, and it was time for the afternoon exchange meeting to begin.

Wu Lao and the two students left with regret.

Lu Zhao continued to participate in the exchange meeting.

I had a meal with the old-timers in the evening.

On this day, she gained a lot, and it also gave her a general understanding of the Chinese medicine system in this world, which is not much different from her world.

She went home happily.

But when she got home, she couldn't be happier.

Ember is gone!