Chen Yao is a little confused, he has been singing for a while, why didn't he react?

Even though he doesn't know music, he can still hear that this is a great piece!

Even compared to the [Sky City] just now, it is not far behind!

It can also be seen from the expressions of the people around them that they are all shocked.

But what do you mean by not talking?

Stuck in the music?

Still don't know what to say?

Chen Yao shook his head secretly, he was engaged in music, and his brain was a little abnormal.

"Ahem,"

"Smack,"

He first faked a cough, then clapped his hands symbolically.

Seeing that Meng Hezhou responded to him, he applauded vigorously.

Bang bang, bang bang.

Thunderous applause echoed through the studio.

Not only did Chen Yao feel strange, but even Han Shuang himself felt that something was wrong.

After the song is sung, what does it mean that you are like a stone statue one by one?

made him not know how to open his mouth if he wanted to say a few words, but fortunately, Chen Yao took the initiative to break this dullness.

When the applause gradually stopped, Chen Yao said with a smile: "I don't study music professionally, and I can't tell whether Han Shuang's work is good or bad." But my personal feeling is ...... Great! I got goosebumps several times. ”

Hao Chunmei Yingying smiled: "Even you think it's good for a layman, that's naturally excellent!" ”

As he spoke, he threw an eyebrow at Han Shuang: "Little brother, you are so powerful!" ”

Zhang Han smiled bitterly: "I used to think that the status of lyrics and music was comparable, but today completely changed my opinion." Han Shuang's song, even if there is only one, is better than the best words I have written. ”

Meng Hezhou glanced at the old man.

Hey!

And that's starting to compliment?

Although Han Shuang's talent is better than yours, you are also the boss of the department, what about your face?

At that moment, he faked a cough and asked Han Shuang, "What's the name of this song?" ”

Han Shuang replied: "[Song of Hope]"

The Chinese meaning of the original work [victory] is victory, and Han Shuang feels that it is too blunt.

directly changed the name, judging from the artistic conception of this song, [Song of Hope] is also worthy of the name.

Meng Hezhou was stunned when he heard this, shook his head and sighed: "I thought that your music talent was outstanding enough, but I didn't expect that you would be so good at song names, I really don't accept it!" ”

Zhang Han grinned when he heard this.

I can't find the words to praise this old thing, can I?

It's hard to lick!

Hum!

Me too!

"Han Shuang, in terms of the quality of this song, even if Qu Dad comes, you have to bow down, you ....."

As soon as he was halfway through speaking, Zhang Han saw Chen Yaochao hinting at him crazily.

He was stunned!

The teacher is Qu Dad! And the works he created are not as good as Han Shuang, if he says so, isn't he slapping the teacher in the face?

it!

Licking in the wrong place!

"But my teacher is different! He doesn't like to compose whistle repertoire, otherwise the work he creates will not be worse than yours. ”

Zhang Han saw that the wind was not in the right direction, so he immediately changed his words.

Chen Yao also hurriedly diverted the topic, and asked Li Quanxing, whose face was not very good-looking: "Uncle Li, do you feel this work...... All right? ”

Li Quanxing said lightly: "On the whole, it can be regarded as meeting the conditions of the film party, but you also know the trickiness over there." Well, after the harmony part is rehearsed, I'll give me the full repertoire.

I tried to communicate with the film company, but I didn't know if they would accept the newcomer's work. ”

The crowd could hear it.

Li Quanxing stepped on Han Shuang very low, and kept talking about his status.

However, it is understandable that the quality of this work has exceeded the limits of his creation.

In this way, as a Qu father, he was powerless to struggle in the end.

Chen Yao's tone was very polite: "Then please worry about it." ”

Li Quanxing nodded expressionlessly, and then walked out of the recording studio.

As soon as he walked out, his face, which had been tense, suddenly collapsed.

!

Where did Chen Yao come from to attract such a demon!

It's terrifying!

No way!

I'll have to take a pill when I get home.

Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep.

.....

After Li Quan walked, the recording studio burst into joy!

Meng Hezhou and Zhang Han complimented each other, and they no longer had any worries.

Especially Zhang Han, who is a holy hand of lyrics, who praises people, a hundred words are not repeated!

Meng Hezhou is also comparable, although he can't compare to Zhang Han in vocabulary, he is good at composing!

In short, the sentences are beautiful and the small words are very rhyming.

Others didn't dare to blatantly compete for favor with the two bosses, but they also echoed two sentences from time to time:

"Han Shuang, you are the pride of our composition department!"

"Brother Shuang is out, a top two!"

"This work can be 100% satisfactory to the other party, I bet 500 yuan, do you have anything to follow?"

"You may not believe it, when I dreamed last night, I dreamed that Han Shuang wrote a shocking poem! Is it so special? ”

"I also dreamed of Han Shuang last night, he sat in my room and played a song, exactly the same as this [Song of Hope]!"

"Lin Xiaoxiao, are you serious? Did you dream of Han Shuang in your room? So what were you doing before he played? ”

"What else can you do, you must be playing music!"

Seeing that the style of painting was getting more and more deviated, Chen Yao hurriedly stopped: "Okay, okay!" It's getting late, so if you're not in a hurry to get home, go to the cafeteria for some supper. ”

"Wow! There's even a late-night snack! ”

"Thank you, Mr. Chen!"

.....

Dou Liangyu felt that tonight was too shocking.

Han Shuang's composing skills can reach such a situation!

Without lyrics, you can still cry like a song!

As Yihui's former music director, she also has a certain understanding of Yihui's several music fathers.

She felt that even if Furukawa did it himself, he might not be able to compose such a work.

How deep is Han Shuang's potential?

How does it feel that the more he touches, the more mysterious he becomes?

It seems that the contact is still shallow.

Dou Liangyu looked at Han Shuang not far away, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of playfulness.

Obviously he was just a mortal, but she saw a ray of light shining on him.

Well

It seems that the swimming lessons in the future cannot be pulled down for a day.

.......

Feng Ya is still quite affable when she laughs, and it is also better-looking.

Because her eyes belong to a type of peach blossom eyes, her smile is crooked like a crescent moon.

"Do I call you Teacher Sun or Teacher Han?"

"You're older than me, so call me Han Shuang!"

Han Shuang is not a person who will repay his eyes, although Fengya threatened not to sing his song just now, and his tone was still a bit bad.

But at this moment, he took the initiative to offer a smile, and he still responded.

Feng Ya still smiled: "Do you think my singing meets your expectations?" Now that I have a new idea, do I want to sing it again? ”

Han Shuang shook his head: "It's too late today, you can sing again tomorrow, just to cooperate with other harmony singers." ”

The late time is still one thing, the key is that the group of people just now went to the cafeteria......

No more inkblots, can there be any supper left?

Han Shuang was a little anxious.

But they didn't mention the matter of leaving, and Fengya even proposed to sing it again.

Annoyed to death.

"Okay then, then I'll ...... tomorrow When will it come? ”

Listening to the elegant wording, Chen Yao was a little dazed.

What was her attitude when I contacted her at noon?

When to come, she says.

And now in the face of Han Shuang, what is his attitude?

When to come, you have to listen to Han Shuang's opinion.

Chen Yao is not stupid, he is elegant and clearly has thoughts about the [Song of Hope]!

Han Shuang thought for a moment and said, "Then you can come at noon, I only have one class at noon tomorrow, and I can come to the company for a trip." ”

"Okay! Then let's go first, and I'll personally treat you to a meal when I have time, I hope you can enjoy your face! ”

Han Shuang didn't answer her.

I've been invited to dinner for a lot, and you'll have to make a reservation.