Yunning Entertainment is a giant-like existence in Jincheng and even in the whole of Qizhou. According to my cousin, there are five groups in the composition department alone, and there are hundreds of composers.

There are thirteen Qu Dad, and the singers and queens are all above double digits. Such a scale is far from being comparable to Xingyao, even if it is the brilliance in its heyday, it has to be called a big brother!

That's it, Yun Ning is not the boss in Jincheng, and his comprehensive strength seems to be ranked fifth! The name of the hometown of music, Qizhou is really well-deserved!

Yunning is very big, and the management of people entering and leaving is very strict, and Han Shuang is not an employee of the company, so he naturally cannot enter.

At his cousin's instructions, he handed the sheet music to the reception staff at the front desk and then hitchhiked back home.

Eating the breakfast he bought on the road, Han Shuang was thinking about it again. Since his cousin said the premise that 'non-Yunningqu people can't be drafted', he dispelled similar thoughts.

A million orders are out of reach for my cousin, but for him, they are really insignificant. His cousin's attitude also made him a little disappointed, your conceit is your business, but you can't underestimate everyone, right?

In addition, in the past few days, I have been going to class, wandering, and drawing, so I forgot about it. At this time, he was mentioned by his cousin again, and his mind was a little lively again.

My cousin's work definitely can't meet the target, not to mention that her chords are full of problems, just take the lyrics, what she wants to express is a bit of a hammer in the east and a hammer in the west.

The requirements in the order are that the style of music is gentle, sad but not decadent, sensational and not tender.

Through the information, I learned that the singer was a little disappointed in his love scene, and he just announced the end of his relationship with a singer.

Obviously, he wanted to vent his inner anguish through songs. And the cousin's song, the lyrics have a woman's sentimentality, and melancholy and lingering occupy the main theme, which obviously goes against the theme of the order.

Not to mention the golden song, her work can't even reach the level of a silver song, so it's strange that it can be accepted! After drinking the last mouthful of porridge, Han Shuang got up and walked into the room.

Anyway, write it out first. ...... The autumn rain is continuous, without the liveliness of the spring rain and the density of the summer rain, coupled with the yellowing of the leaves, giving people a sense of depression and loss.

In ancient times, poets used autumn as a metaphor for sadness, and there is still a certain truth. In such a situation, Han Shuang is also writing a mournful work.

Three hours later, he walked out of the room, with a sheet of music in his hand. The work is finished, but how can it be handed over to my cousin?

On what grounds? After a moment of contemplation, he first made a phone call to his cousin. As soon as the phone was connected, I heard Yang Meng say quickly on the other end of the phone: "I'm going to work overtime tonight, don't go back, you can cook some food yourself!" "Han Shuang wanted to laugh a little, I haven't eaten lunch yet, how can you be sure that I called to ask about dinner?

"Wait a minute, don't hang up yet!" He knew his cousin's character, he did things neatly, and if he said it a second later, it was estimated that there would be a blind sound of 'doodoo'.

"Anything else?"

"Well, how's that work doing? Is the employer satisfied? ”

"Why are you bothering about this?" Yang Meng's tone suddenly became very unhappy.

"I'll just ask."

"Nope! The supervisor just got stuck and said I was writing a piece of! What do you think? Happy with this answer? With that, a blind beep came from the other end of the phone.

Han Shuang smiled helplessly, this cousin, her personality is hot, which man dares to want you! At this time, the mobile phone rang again, and it was the brother-in-law calling.

There was no special significance in this phone call, it was to ask how Han Shuang was entertained. For example, did your cousin ask for leave to play with you for two days? Did your cousin treat you to something delicious? Your cousin is sometimes straight-tempered, don't give her general knowledge, etc.

In the end, he said two words meaningfully: We are all relatives, and those who should help must be helped. After hanging up the phone, Han Shuang picked up the simple score and walked out.

Yes, they are all relatives, and they still have to be helped. ......

"Okay Mengmeng, don't be angry. Think about it from another angle, many gold medals have not won this list, isn't it normal for you to be brushed down? Seeing that his best friend was a little sad and even about to cry, Jiang He walked up to Yang Meng and comforted him.

"I'm not sad about this, I know my ability, and I don't have much hope for this list, but that old guy Huang Qing is so hateful! I even said that my work is a piece of! I...... I" said, Yang Meng's tears could not hold back any longer.

In the past few days, she has been fighting until two or three o'clock in the morning every night for this list. Who knows how hard it will be during this period?

She can accept defeat, but she can't accept being insulted like this! Jiang He didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

In fact, she wanted to say: You shouldn't have paid attention to this order from the beginning, don't you know how many catties you have?

Now it's okay, it's humiliating to yourself. Of course, she can think so, but she can't say that. Seeing that Yang Meng's emotions were getting more and more excited, she then comforted: "It's not that you don't know the temper of that bastard, you haven't had a good face with our bronze medals!" But one thing to say, Lao Huang is pretty good to you, and once gave you the opportunity to complete the order alone, right? This time I watched your work again. You don't know, Sun Xiaoliang also wrote a poem just now, Lao Huang didn't even read it, he just threw it out, and said something, don't add useless workload to him, hehe. Hearing Jiang He say this, Yang Meng's mood is indeed much better.

After a long sigh of relief, she smiled reluctantly,

"Jiang He, do you think I'm a little self-conscious?" Jiang He said sincerely: "Although the nature is similar, I think you are courageous." If I were me, I wouldn't even dare to try, so I admire you. Yang Meng finally smiled,

"Okay, don't comfort me, I'm not as fragile as you think, eat together at night, I'll invite you to drink." Jiang He also smiled: "Okay, don't forget to call your cousin handsome guy!" Yang Meng pouted: "Don't call him!" I'm obviously very rich, and I haven't been invited to eat a single meal! ”

"Why didn't you please? Didn't you say I would cook for you every night? ”

"Can a home be the same as a restaurant?" At this moment, a middle-aged man in a security uniform walked over and said to Yang Meng, "Your thing." Yang Meng was stunned for a moment: "My things?" What am I? The security guard said lightly: "How do I know anything?" A young man who claimed to be your cousin brought it and said that you had forgotten something at home and was waiting to be used. These words made Yang Meng stunned.

She did forget the song score, but ...... Haven't you already sent it over? And what did he give?

"What did your cousin give you? Looks like a letter! Jiang He looked curious.

Yang Meng said casually: "Who knows! He chattered all day long, buying this and that, and now he is obsessed with painting again, and he has never seen him touch the computer, and he said that he wrote, to be honest, I don't believe it! As he spoke, he tore the envelope in his hand and took out a piece of sheet music from it.

Jiang He frowned, and hurriedly asked, "What is this?" Brief notation? ”

"! Why is it so neat? It's still handwritten! Mengmeng, what the hell is your cousin doing? Is this what he wrote? Yang Meng was also a little stunned for a while.

Han Shuang mentioned more than once that he was interested in this order, but he didn't care about it. I always felt like he was joking.

Do you have any experience in fulfilling orders individually? Not to mention that this is still a million-dollar list.

But after seeing this sheet music, she suddenly felt ...... I seem to have misunderstood something. Not to mention anything else, just judging from the writing format of this sheet music, it is definitely standard-level!

Every note is extremely neat and beautiful, and if you put this sheet music directly under the recognition machine, you don't have to worry about not being able to recognize it.

Don't look at the content, just this brief score is enough to show that the author is extremely proficient in the common sense of orders!

She now has the same question as Jiang He: Was this brief score completed by her cousin? Then, she saw the title of the song, two words: "Dusk".