Following.

Qin Muchu and Zhou Huimin came to the Emperor together again.

The front desk had already been ordered to let the two of them enter the company.

"Are you familiar with Boss Yang? You two kept talking and laughing last night. Zhou Huimin asked.

"He and I hit it off at first sight." Qin Muchu said seriously.

If it weren't for Zhou Huimin's little tail, maybe his revolutionary friendship with Boss Yang would have been stronger and he would have achieved one of the "three irons in life".

"Familiar at first sight? Uncle and nephew? ”

When Zhou Huimin was still struggling with how these two words could be used together, the two of them had already arrived at the door of yesterday's recording studio.

"Knock knock."

Qin Muchu knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone so early? Mr. Hong shouldn't have come yet. ”

They had come early, and it was not yet seven o'clock.

After all, it is begging others to do things, and you can't let others wait.

As soon as Zhou Huimin's voice fell, the door of the recording studio opened, and thick white smoke spread from inside the door to the outside, like the heavenly court in Journey to the West.

Surrounded by smoke, a figure slowly emerged.

"it!"

Qin Muchu was startled, pulled Zhou Huimin and stepped back.

As the smoke faded into discourse, the figure slowly became clear.

Messy hair like a chicken nest, each one seems to be facing a different direction.

The haggard face seemed to have been squandered more than a dozen times in one night, especially the eyes, which the panda called an expert when he saw it.

"Teacher Hong, are you cultivating immortals inside?" Qin Muchu asked hesitantly.

Hong Jingyao's current appearance is too sharp, yesterday he was a cool and handsome uncle, and today he has become a performance artist under the flyover.

"Quick...... Ahem, ahem. ”

The voice was hoarse, as if pulling the old bellows, and as if opening the door to old rust.

After a violent cough, his voice was slightly normal.

"Come with me."

Hong Jingyao looked tired, but his spirit was very high, and his eyes wrapped in dark circles were unusually bright.

He took two steps to Qin Muchu, took his arm and walked towards the recording studio.

"Director Qin, these ten songs of yours are too challenging!"

Hong Jingyao pulled Qin Muchu to a table, which was full of papers, drawing various lines in a mess.

Not only on the table, but also on the floor, there were also paper balls, which were thrown everywhere.

Smelling the almost suffocating smell of smoke in the house, Qin Muchu hurriedly opened all the doors and windows.

"Teacher Hong, didn't you go back to rest last night?" Qin Muchu asked.

Hong Jingyao was lying on the table, rummaging for something in a pile of papers, and when he heard Qin Muchu's words, he replied without raising his head:

"No, I thought about the idea of arranging the music all night last night.

These nine songs of yours are so different...... Got it! ”

Hong Jingyao took out a stack of papers from a stack of papers, then swung his arms together, swept all the papers on the table to the ground, and then put the pile of papers in his hand on the table one by one.

He pointed to one of the pieces of paper, looked up and said excitedly to Qin Muchu:

"Come on, look here, the other songs are fine, but I'm not sure about this song "Red Ling".

Combining drama and pop music, I originally wanted to arrange the music according to the idea of "Huo Yuanjia", but I found it inappropriate and awkward.

I spent most of last night grinding this song, drama, pop music, obviously these three elements are all in "Huo Yuanjia", and I have also made up a lot of songs containing these elements, why is it wrong? Why not! ”

Hong Jingyao seemed to have fallen into some kind of unusually stubborn state, as if he was asking Qin Muchu and himself.

He reached for the cigarette case in his pocket, but there was no smoke in the cigarette case, and he left the cigarette case still on the ground, clutching his hair in annoyance.

Qin Muchu knew how Hong Jingyao's hairstyle full of "personality and rebellion" was formed.

He didn't expect Hong Jingyao to be able to do this for a "voluntary production", and he was a little unbearable while admiring:

"Teacher Hong......"

Just as he was about to speak, a man staggered in.

It's Zhou Huimin.

She had two cups in her hands and several lunch boxes in her arms.

"Pick it up, it's going to fall, it's going to fall."

Qin Muchu hurriedly stepped forward to take the things.

"Where have you been?"

"I saw Mr. Hong like this, I guess I didn't sleep all night, so I went down and bought him coffee and breakfast."

Zhou Huimin's hands and feet were "liberated" by Qin Muchu, and she kept panting.

In order to buy these things, she ran all the way to go, and when she came back, she was careful not to spill her coffee.

"Oh, yours." Zhou Huimin handed Qin Muchu a cup, "This cup is milk." ”

Qin Muchu took it, thought about it and didn't drink:

"Let's give it to Mr. Hong, let him sleep after drinking, and then drink coffee and can't stay up without sleeping."

Qin Muchu still can't be so ruthless as a capitalist after all.

"I can do it, I don't want milk, give me coffee!"

Hong Jingyao's shout suddenly came from behind him.

Qin Muchu turned around:

"Teacher Hong......"

"Give me coffee! I can't figure out the arrangement of this song, I can't die! Hong Jingyao was extremely serious.

Qin Muchu nodded helplessly, took a cup of coffee and sent it over.

Looking at Hong Jingyao, who was obviously drinking coffee, but his eyes were empty and his mind was obviously focused on something else, Qin Muchu wanted to see if he could help:

"Teacher Hong, you said it doesn't feel right, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Yes, you wrote the song, you can listen to it! ”

Hong Jingyao's empty eyes suddenly had a focus, and after taking two sips of coffee, he got up and pulled Qin Muchu towards the room full of music yesterday.

He sat down in front of a guzheng and began to play.

The guzheng's pearl-like voice sounded, and Qin Muchu listened carefully.

Soon, the strumming ended.

"I use the arrangement of "Huo Yuanjia" and use the guzheng, which has more historical charm, but it doesn't feel right, like wearing the wrong clothes, do you understand? Men wore women's clothes, and children wore adults' clothes......"

Hong Jingyao sat on the chair with a frown, and began to break his thoughts again, falling into his own tangled world.

Qin Muchu thought about it, and combined with the memories he had heard in his previous life, he tried his best to restore the original song in his mind.

However, he didn't study music professionally, and he didn't know what instrument played the accompaniment of "Red Ling" in his memory.

After listening to the sounds of so many musical instruments yesterday, he initially had some ability to recognize, but the sound of the main instrument accompanying "Chiling" in his memory was very different from the sound of yesterday's instrument.

So that instrument didn't work yesterday?

Qin Muchu looked at the dazzling array of musical instruments in the room, and his eyes swept over the cello, violin, piano, and melodica......

These are used.

So what else?

Suddenly, his gaze stopped on a black musical instrument in the corner.

The slender wooden handle holds two strings tightly and the bottom looks like a palm-sized drum.

"Teacher Hong." Qin Muchu spoke.

"Huh?" Hong Jingyao looked up at Qin Muchu, "What?" ”

"Have you ever tried using it?"

Qin Muchu's eyes did not move, and his finger pointed to the black instrument in the corner.

Hong Jingyao looked in the direction that Qin Muchu pointed.

In the corner, the instrument had fallen a layer of dust from being useless for a long time.

"Erhu?"

"That's right, Erhu."