Since untying the knot that night, Zhou Jiaolun has obviously been much more lively, and for a few days, he took Qin Muchu to check in various scenic spots in Bay Province, hugging Hou Peicen's group photo and smiling very brightly.

"This one is good, this one is also very good, why can't I shoot this effect with the same camera?"

Zhou Jiaolun looked at the photos that Qin Muchu took of him and Hou one by one, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

Qin Muchu, who was listening to "Lun Yan Lun Yu" on the side, took a deep breath and covered the ear facing Zhou Jiaolun; His gaze swept over the photo about three fingers thick in Zhou Jiaolun's hand, and then turned his head to change directions.

This special code is a tour, it's just to learn photography skills.

In the past two days, Zhou Jiaolun and Hou have taken photos, and it is no exaggeration to say that if you give it to the photo studio, you can support the museum for two years.

"It's a pity that you're going to film, and there are still a lot of places to play."

Zhou Jiaolun was finally reluctant to put down the photo, sighed, and planned to go back and pick a few of the best-looking ones to frame them in a photo frame, and put the rest into the album.

If you take it out and look at it later, it must be a good memory.

Qin Muchu didn't feel a pity at all, he was originally a person who liked to be quiet and didn't like to move, and he was not familiar with Hou, although Zhou Jiaolun was there, he still couldn't let go of playing together.

Besides, it's a pity that you haven't played a lot of places?

You're hungry for my photography skills, you shit!

Thinking of this, Qin Muchu stood up, picked up the SLR and hung it around his neck, and his movements were so skillful that it was distressing.

"Hurry up, where are you going to be punished today, if you miss this village, you won't have this shop."

"What do you mean by being tortured, haven't you had fun these two days? Xiao Chu, if you say that, I'm going to be sad! ”

Zhou Jiaolun "rubbed" and stood up, very quickly.

The expression was as if he had been wronged.

Qin Muchu didn't speak, and without even a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, he looked at him quietly.

Not for a while.

Zhou Jiaolun was defeated, a little embarrassed, and his index finger and thumb were pinched together:

"It's a lot of photos, so it's a loss."

That's right, billions of dollars.

"Say, where are you going?"

Qin Muchu didn't want to talk nonsense with him, Zhou Zhuolun's head had already been labeled as a forgetful friend by him.

"You have a misunderstanding about me! I'm really not a friend forgetful. ”

As if he had a heart with Qin Muchu, Zhou Jiaolun walked next to Qin Muchu and patted his chest.

"You really aren't a 'person' who forgets your friends." Qin Muchu accentuated the pronunciation of the word "person".

People can't do such a "dog" thing.

Zhou Jiaolun faintly felt that there was something wrong with Qin Muchu's words, but he couldn't think of where.

So he patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and smiled:

"Just know you know me."

As he spoke, he reached out and took off the SLR that Qin Muchu was hanging around his neck:

"No pictures today."

"You guys broke up again last night?"

Qin Muchu's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth actually had an upward trend.

Hurriedly recited "Compassion for Nong" several times in his heart, secretly saying his sin.

Before he took pictures, he was also a kind and good person.

In other words, it seems that those who love to take pictures in the entertainment industry don't seem to end well, so it's really hammered - the sin is taking pictures, not him.

"What are you talking about, we have a very good relationship, it's impossible to break up!"

Zhou Jiaolun looked confident, and his chest slapped "popped".

Pill!

Qin Muchu shook his head, he already knew the ending of "Zhou Hou Lian", although it may change because of his intervention, but listening to Zhou Zhulun's flag, there is a high probability that he will be.

Zhou Jiaolun didn't know what Qin Muchu was thinking, so he put the SLR on the table:

"We're not going to play outside today, I'll take you to a good place where you can fully display your strengths."

My specialty...... emmm, you kid peeed at me?

Qin Muchu glanced at Zhou Jiaolun,

"Is it the kind of place where people get emotional, sometimes can't help but shout, and finally get physically exhausted, but the spirit is very satisfied?"

Zhou Zhuolun thought about Qin Muchu's description, although it was a little strange, but there was nothing wrong with saying this.

Nodding affirmatively,

"That's right!"

"Zhou Jiaolun! I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! ”

Qin Muchu suddenly shouted, pointing at Zhou Jiaolun's distressed appearance.

And Zhou Jiaolun also had a look of shame on his face:

"I ...... It's a bit excessive, but it's really a bit tight on time, otherwise I wouldn't have let you go now......"

Before he finished speaking, his words were interrupted by Qin Muchu:

"That's it! You should have taken me a long time ago! Go, go! ”

As he spoke, he took Zhou Jiaolun's arm and walked out.

Zhou Jiaolun didn't react, he was coerced and walked forward, still a little stunned:

"Xiao Chu, you really don't mind going to ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go."

“……”

What else can Zhou Jiaolun say, only moved:

"Xiao Chu, you are really my good brother for life!"

"It's not a good brother, who can be together?"

"That's right, good brother!"

……

An hour later.

Qin Muchu stood in front of the recording studio of a music company called "Jewell", his face full of indifference and incomprehension of the world.

"Are you sure this is the place you want to bring me here? You say now that you just came to this place to pick up people, and I can forgive you. ”

"What are you talking about, you don't need to pick up someone, Fang Wenshan has already arrived, you don't need me to pick it up."

Zhou Jiaolun didn't understand Qin Muchu's suffering at all, patted him on the back, and pushed open the door of the recording studio with a smile on his face.

"Fang Wenshan, I brought Xiao Chu here, and asked you to write the lyrics of a few songs, so grinding, today let you see what is the speed of writing lyrics."

Zhou Jiaolun's tone was very casual and a little sarcastic, but Qin Muchu could hear that this was the tone that Zhou Jiaolun only had when he was talking to a very good friend.

Moreover, Fang Wenshan?

In the recording room, a man with a knitted hat and two mustaches, hearing Zhou Jiaolun's words, stopped lying on the table to write, got up and replied unceremoniously:

"It's too slow for you to find someone else, I haven't disliked you for writing music slowly. I divide my hands so many times a year, and every time I have to die or live, and I don't concentrate on writing songs.

When did you give me the tune? There is also a face that blames me for writing words slowly, or I will write the words first and then compose the music in the future, okay, classmate Zhou! ”

It is worthy of engaging in words, and intimidating people goes straight to the point.

Qin Muchu secretly admired.

Looking at Zhou Jiaolun when he opened his mouth but couldn't speak, his heart was even more refreshed.

Should! Let you deceive my pure heart.

College students are all liared, and they are simply inhumane.

Fortunately, Fang Wenshan did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and after expressing his anger, he looked at Qin Muchu and instantly changed to a smiling face.

walked up to Qin Muchu and took the initiative to shake hands and say hello:

"Hello, I'm Fang Wenshan, how can the words of the poem "Lanting Preface" you write be so great, it's the pinnacle of the national style!"

Looking at the flickering light in Fang Wenshan's eyes, Qin Muchu still felt a little ashamed in his heart.

This wave is somewhat of a husband before the meaning of the criminal.

No, even more excessive.

Because the "husband" didn't know that it was his "wife", he also praised the other party for his bravery.

Qin Muchu held Fang Wenshan's hand with both hands, bent down and said modestly:

"It's completely influenced by you, and the words "Hair Like Snow" and "East Wind Breaking" inspired me too much."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Zhou Jiaolun looked at the two people who were blowing each other in business, and a little unbearable, so he waved his hand and walked between the two to interrupt:

"Don't be humble, the main thing is that I write the song well, and your words are just icing on the cake."

"Cut."

"Huh."

Two equally disdainful voices rang out.

"Xiao Chu, can I call you like that?" Fang Wenshan looked at Qin Muchu.

"Of course. Then I'll call you...... Brother Shan. Qin Muchu replied.

"Brother Shan, uh, it's a little strange, it's okay, it's better than someone who is so rude, I'm ten years older than him, alas, call me by name."

Fang Wenshan hesitated for a moment and agreed to this title, while not forgetting to complain about a wave of Zhou Jiaolun.

"You look young like this, so why don't I call you Brother Shan...... No, or I'll call you Brother Shan, hahaha. ”

As he spoke, Zhou Jiaolun himself giggled on the side.

Fang Wenshan rolled his eyes, ignored Zhou Jiaolun, who had intermittent nerves, and said to Qin Muchu:

"Let's go, there's a coffee shop near me that tastes good, let the great composer write the lyrics himself, and our lyrics are just icing on the cake anyway."

Qin Muchu understood what Fang Wenshan meant, and also smiled, agreeing:

"Okay, let's go."

With that, the two of them walked out the door.

Fang Wenshan did not forget to mock:

"Student Zhou, come on, you are the best lyricist of the next Golden Melody Awards."

Zhou Jiaolun naturally couldn't let the two of them leave, so he closed the door with a "bang" and opened his arms in front of the door.

"It's impossible to go, if you don't write the lyrics today, you want to go, unless you step over me."

Qin Muchu and Fang Wenshan glanced at each other, and they actually saw a tacit understanding in each other's eyes.

So they walked towards Zhou Jiaolun in unison.

"What? Hey, don't touch me, I know how to do kung fu, you can't make it, and if you hurt you, you won't be responsible for yelling! ”

……

After a while, several people began to get to the point.

"So you're expecting an album in November, and it's almost June, and then you've only written four songs, and you haven't written the lyrics for any of them?"

After listening to Zhou Jiaolun's words, Qin Muchu's eyes were a little incredible.

With so many songs, he probably knows the album release process and the time it takes for each step.

It stands to reason that if the album is released in November, it should already be in the recording stage by this time.

Because it takes about a month to record the song, plus the advance promotion to build momentum for the album, even if it hasn't been recorded yet, at least the lyrics and songs should be done and the arrangement begins.

But Zhou Jiaolun didn't even write a song.

"I didn't write the lyrics of three songs, and didn't you write one two days ago? "Sweet". Zhou Jiaolun corrected.

Scratching his head again, a little embarrassed:

"There are too many distractions this year, and besides, didn't you get Vivian's album done from scratch in a month? I thought I could do it, so I didn't hold on to it......"

He's either breaking up or getting back together this year, and he really spends very little time on the album.

And with Qin Muchu's feat of completing the album in a month, Zhou Jiaolun is not so urgent psychologically, thinking that there is no hurry, there is still more time.

This is not in a hurry, and it is June.

Zhou Jiaolun saw that something was wrong, so he had to be anxious.

Because although he composes music quickly, he forgets that others may not be so fast when composing lyrics and arranging music.

Especially Fang Wenshan, who has recently encountered a bottleneck in writing lyrics, and has been stuck on a song for a long time and can't write satisfactory songs, but that song is still a very good one on this album, and the tune is extremely beautiful.

And if the words can't come out, the emotional tone of the song can't be determined, and the arrangement can't be carried out.

So Zhou Jiaolun turned around and suddenly found ...... It seems that the album is a bit too late.

It just so happened that Qin Muchu came to Bay Province at this time, and as the "fastest" man in Zhou Strawun's heart, Zhou Straw had no choice but to ask Qin Mulun to help and see if he could write the words well with Fang Wenshan.

"No, you should believe Brother Shan, Brother Mountain is just taking a nap, or he will definitely be able to write the best words in two days."

Qin Muchu shook his head and refused.

The main reason is that I have already prostituted Fang Wenshan several words, and I am really embarrassed to prostitute it now.

Fang Wenshan heard that Qin Muchu was praising him, and shook his hand with a smile:

"Awards, awards. But...... What does it mean to play a shield two? Is it a beating? ”

"Oh, that's what it means to be sleepy and sleepy, in the Northeast dialect." Qin Muchu explained.

"Northeast dialect?"

Fang Wenshan was interested, after all, he was doing writing work, and he was very interested in languages.

"Well, speaking of the Northeast dialect and the Bay Provincial dialect are two extremes......"

Seeing that the two of them were going to crook the building and discussing what dialect to discuss, Zhou Jiaolun immediately interrupted:

"I'll talk about that later, but now let's talk about writing words."

"I said that you have to believe Brother Shan, give me two more days, and I will definitely get all the lyrics for you." Qin Muchu said helplessly.

"That, it's really a bit untenable this time, classmate Zhou is too crowded, and that song is very special, I've been thinking about it for two days, and I still have a headache today."

Fang Wenshan touched his beard, a little embarrassed.

There was a sense of shame in my heart that I had failed to live up to the trust of others.

Of course, not to Zhou Jiaolun, but to Qin Muchu.

How could he believe in me so much!

Zhou Jiaolun also said:

"It was Fang Wenshan who asked me to call you to help, he said that the lyrics of your "Lanting Preface" are written so well, it is the pinnacle of national style lyrics, so what about this song, I also want to make it into a national style, but Fang Wenshan is too inferior to write it."

"It's just that I'm not inspired for the time being, and I don't want to help you compose the lyrics for other songs if you say other songs!"

Fang Wenshan slapped the table angrily.

Zhou Jiaolun decisively admitted his mistake, like coaxing a child:

"Alright, alright, I said something wrong, OK, right?"

Fang Wenshan just rolled his eyes, ignored him, turned his head and took out a few sheet music scores and messy scratch paper from the table, and looked at Qin Muchu:

"This is the song, he said that it should be made into a national style, but I can't think of what to use as a carrier.

You know, the lyrics have to be a story, there are "you and me", and the national style is combined with the story.

Just like the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" you wrote:

The facsimile is easy to write, and the ink fragrance does not retreat, leaving the same aftertaste with you, a line of cinnabar, who is the circle.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I am waiting for you to reply, the pen is a must, the waves on the shore are thousands of stacks, what is the meaning of the love word, how to put the pen is not right......

It's great, it's like writing about love, and it's like writing a notebook, it's alive, love is alive, it's alive! ”

Speaking of the back, Fang Wenshan's face was full of fanaticism, and he looked at Qin Muchu's gaze like a fan looking at an idol.

Qin Muchu touched his nose, plagiarism was praised by the original author, and it was indeed a little embarrassing.

But Fang Wenshan didn't care about this, he really loved the line of "lyrics", and picked up the draft lyrics he wrote:

"National style, then we have to use things with ancient characteristics of our country, such as tea, there are "Grandpa's Tea", pipa, "East Wind Breaking", including "Hair Like Snow", and there are also images such as "Wolf Tooth Moon" and "Red Face".

In this song, I wanted to use the image of silk to associate it with love. You think, silk is very soft and beautiful, just like a woman, I thought it was easy to write, and I wrote a few poems, but I was not satisfied. ”

Qin Muchu looked at the lyrics on the scratch paper, "lightly relieve Luo Shang", "Dance in Ni Shang", "Yiren tears on clothes", ......

The lyrics have the flavor of ancient style, but the story is not so strong, which makes his eyes shine, and it feels like a bit of a pile of words.

He, a non-professional, can see that a master like Fang Wenshan will definitely not be satisfied.

Silk?

Qin Muchu thought about it, but he really couldn't remember that Zhou Jiaolun had a national style song related to silk.

Since there is no straw, then Qin Muchu can't "create".

Sure enough, the character of the lyricist can't stand and will collapse at any time.

Just as he was about to confess that he wouldn't, Zhou Jiaolun suddenly handed over a piece of paper:

"How can you read the lyrics without a score?"

"Yes, yes, my brain." Fang Wenshan patted his head and said to Qin Muchu:

"You put it together and see if it feels right."

So Qin Muchu swallowed back the words that came to his lips again, took the tune, compared the lyrics, and hummed softly:

"The neon dress dances, the Yiren frowns, and the pen is thick and light...... Well? ”

Qin Muchu stopped, and suddenly something was wrong.

Zhou Jiaolun immediately complained:

"You can't read and write? Although Fang Wenshan's handwriting is ugly, it is not so wrong. ”

"Forehead ......"

Qin Muchu didn't know how to explain it, this song was too familiar, and it should be Zhou Jiaolun's most well-known song.

I can only casually give a reason:

"I don't know all the traditional characters."

"Also, the mainland uses simplified Chinese."

Fang Wenshan nodded understandingly.

"In that case, I'll sing it to you."

As he spoke, he took the lyrics in Qin Muchu's hand, looked at the score, and was about to sing it.

But Zhou Jiaolun, who was quick to move, covered his mouth:

"Don't you know what it looks like to sing by yourself? Who can tell what the tune is written when you sing? Xiao Chu thought that I wrote it in a requiem, and it was an insult for you to sing it. ”

Zhou Jiaolun is so venomous, of course Fang Wenshan is not convinced:

"My lyrics are insulted when I sing them to you, I can't even pronounce the words, how can I be embarrassed to say me."

"If you don't know how to pronounce words, it's because you have a problem with your words, that is, you can't sing clearly!"

Listening to the bickering between the two in his ears, Qin Muchu was a little entangled in his heart.

I was struggling with whether to write the lyrics directly to the two of them.

The lyrics of this song are estimated to be sung even if they are not fans of Zhou Jiaolun.

"Blue and White Porcelain" is too classic, it can be said to be Zhou Jiaolun's masterpiece.

After thinking about it for a while, I still felt that it was not good to plagiarize this other classic song, and I had to change the way.

So he pretended to think and said with some hesitation:

"Why not change the image, silk is very characteristic of the Celestial Empire, but there is another thing, more distinctive than silk."

Zhou Zhuolun and Fang Wenshan immediately stopped arguing when they heard this, and looked at Qin Muchu in unison and asked:

"What?"

"Porcelain."

"Porcelain? JDZ？ ”

Fang Wenshan immediately reacted and had an association.

Celestial Dynasty porcelain is very famous, and even China has the meaning of porcelain, and the imagery used to make national style lyrics is definitely enough.

But......

"Porcelain is too hard, it's hard to associate with women and love."

Porcelain is made of clay firing, can this kind of thing be combined with love?

Fang Wenshan was puzzled.

"It's about imagination, just like "Orchid Pavilion Preface", it's hard to imagine that the calligraphy is related to love, but there is always a way to ......"

Qin Muchu paused, touched his nose, and thought about how to make up a reasonable story to inspire Fang Wenshan enough to write the lyrics of "Blue and White Porcelain".

After brewing for a while, he had a draft.

Thanks to Hou Peicen and Zhou Jiaolun's "surprise inspections" in the past few days, he has practiced his ability to "come when he opens his mouth".

Clearing his throat, he looked at Fang Wenshan and said slowly:

"Imagine that after a rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you meet a woman by chance, her smile touches your heart, and this beauty is remembered in your heart, and you will never forget it, so that when you are far away, you still recall the beauty of that encounter......"

Qin Muchu looked at Fang Wenshan, who was frowning and contemplative, expecting him to suddenly shout, "Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you."

But how can things be as good as they should be?

Fang Wenshan frowned and said:

"It's a beautiful scene, but does it have anything to do with porcelain?"

What you wrote you asked me?

Qin Muchu complained in his heart, but he definitely couldn't say that, his brain was working wildly, and he said:

"You think, you go to Gangnam again, expecting to meet that woman after the same rain.

What's the day like after the rain? What color? ”

"It's dark."

"Poof!"

Qin Muchu almost vomited blood.

"How can it be dark? It's dark, yes, but it's a heavy rainstorm, and the clouds haven't dispersed yet, and I'm talking about a soft drizzle, the kind where the sky is not dark, and the sky is clear after the rain, so that you can see the beauty! ”

Seeing that Fang Wenshan was still thinking, Qin Muchu had to increase his prompting efforts again:

"Is there a possibility that it's azure?"

"Azure?"

Fang Wenshan raised his head suddenly, as if inspired by something.

One hand clenched into a fist, the other hand spread the palm, the fist kept hammering the palm, pacing back and forth, and kept muttering three words in his mouth:

"Azure, azure, azure......"

After a long while, he suddenly leaned on the table, took out a pen and wrote on the paper.

After a while, he raised the paper with an excited face, and shouted with a smile:

"I thought of it, azure and waiting for the smoke and rain! Wait for a rain, the sky will turn blue after the rain, and 'I' is also waiting for 'you'! ”

Yes, yes, yes, it's sauce purple.

Qin Muchu nodded again and again.

Zhou Jiaolun also held his hands and touched his chin:

"It seems good, but what else?"

"And?"

Fang Wenshan paused, then leaned back on the table, and said as he wrote:

"And, I, in, wait, you."

"Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you."

Zhou Jiaolun sang this sentence according to the tune, and couldn't help but light up his eyes:

"Oh, that's good."

But Fang Wenshan didn't appreciate it and rolled his eyes:

"You don't hold your hands there and pretend to be forced, you know what's good! Don't talk, affect my inspiration! ”

After speaking, he didn't look at Zhou Jiaolun, who opened his mouth to refute, and directly discussed it with Qin Muchu.

"Azure color, this is the color of the sky, I have a friend who collects porcelain, it seems that Ru kiln is also this color."

"Well, it is rumored that Song Huizong said, 'The rain has passed through the azure clouds, and this color will be the future', and the azure color was set as the color of Ru kiln porcelain."

Qin Muchu nodded, he also had a little understanding of this knowledge.

"Azure color, Ru kiln ......"

Fang Wenshan only felt that his inspiration couldn't be stopped like a diabetes collapse, and he couldn't care about anything else, lying on the table and "brushing" was just a meal.

Qin Muchu stood quietly behind him, looking at the lyrics he wrote, although they were not exactly the same as "Blue and White Porcelain", they were not bad.

This is normal, and it will definitely need to be revised later.

"Therefore, there should be no problem with the word "Blue and White Porcelain". Qin Muchu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fang Wenshan, who didn't dare to disturb the state, gave Zhou Strawun a look, Zhou Straw Lun immediately understood, and the two walked out of the room silently and carefully.

"Whew-"

As soon as he got out of the recording studio, Qin Muchu let out a long breath.

It's too difficult to make up a story, especially if it's made up on an ad hoc basis, and it has to be made up reasonably.

This time I came to Bay Province, but I suffered an old sin.

Qin Muchu was sighing, but Zhou Zhuolun suddenly spoke:

"Xiao Chu, you did it on purpose."

"What deliberately?" Qin Muchu didn't understand.

"Actually, you have already thought of the lyrics, you deliberately made up that story to Fang Wenshan just now, so that he was inspired, right?"

Zhou Jiaolun has a look that I have seen through:

"Don't pretend, I know the way you make up stories, you will subconsciously touch your nose when you make up stories in the past two days!"

"Is there one?"

"Yes!"

Zhou Jiaolun is sure.

Suddenly, he punched Qin Muchu in the chest:

"Interesting, you must be afraid that if I let you write words, it will make Fang Wenshan uncomfortable, so you inspired Fang Wenshan to write, right?"

Zhou Zhuolun hugged Qin Muchu's shoulder:

"It must be so, but Fang Wenshan won't think much about it, everyone is a friend, it doesn't matter, and he took the initiative to ask me to ask you for help, but ...... Thank you anyway! ”

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun, who was moved by himself, and was a little confused.

What the hell are you making up in your head?

“

(End of chapter)