Taipei Airport.

Autumn in Taipei is very different from summer, and many trees have turned yellow and fallen off one after another, leaving only thick, smooth trunks.

The main thing is that the weather is getting colder, and the snow-white scenery is much less.

The wheels pressed against the road, the leaves flew and fell, and the sound of music faded away.

"This album is very good, but the style is a little inconsistent, how about it?"

While driving, Zhou Jiaolun twisted his body to the melody of the music.

Qin Muchu listened to familiar music, and the style was quite scattered, with national style, joy, blood, and sadness......

Still, he heard the connection:

"Isn't that what you've been doing this year?"

Many of the songs in the album are the theme songs and interludes of Zhou Jiaolun's movie "The Secret", and some are the songs he wrote for others through his advertising endorsements.

Zhou Jiaolun smiled:

"I knew you could hear it, so I named the album "I'm Busy", and I was really busy, albums, movies, concerts, commercials, ......"

"And falling in love and breaking up." Qin Muchu added, "How can you miss the most important thing, you shouldn't." ”

“……”

"Actually, it doesn't take a lot of time to fall in love, I'm too busy. The time you came, it was the most fun and relaxing time I had with her. ”

Qin Muchu looked sideways at Zhou Jiaolun.

He had a nostalgic smile on his face, and his tone seemed relieved.

"Is that really it?" Qin Muchu asked.

"Hmm." Zhou Zhuolun said softly.

"And I can't tell if it's friendship or missed love......"

The car stereo is still playing the song "I'm Busy", and "Dandelion's Promise" has come to an end.

The prelude to the next song had already sounded, but Zhou Jiaolun suddenly reached out and pressed the sound button and cut to "Sweet".

"This song is good, of course, the main thing is that I wrote the song well, and your words are bare."

Zhou Jiaolun looked stinky, and hammered Qin Muchu with his hand.

Qin Muchu looked at him expressionlessly, and suddenly reached out and pressed the button.

The song is switched to the previous one again.

"What are you hiding?"

Qin Muchu saw through Zhou Jiaolun's careful thoughts at a glance, and he just wanted to listen to what kind of song was cut.

Zhou Jiaolun saw through it, and he didn't resist stubbornly, but looked ahead unnaturally.

After the prelude, the main song arrived.

"It's too crowded on this street, and too many people have secret ......"

Qin Muchu raised his eyebrows, knowing which song it was.

It's just that he originally thought that this song would not be there, because Zhou Jiaolun and Hou Peicen were still very affectionate in June.

I didn't expect this song to be written, and it also caught up with the album "I'm Busy".

"And my heart is broken that you are guilty, and I am not worthy of your beauty."

For a while, the atmosphere in the car was a little dull, and only the melody of "I Don't Deserve It" remained.

"Who wrote the words?" Qin Muchu broke the silence.

"Fang Wenshan."

"I thought you wrote it."

", who's going to sprinkle salt on a friend's wound, I'm really making friends and yelling!"

……

The car did not drive to Zhou Jiaolun's home, but drove all the way to a venue.

Huge posters have been posted outside the venue.

The poster is quite mysterious, fans, chrysanthemums, and lanterns, all of which are very heavenly, which should hint at the national style songs.

There are also mechanized mechanisms and films, which ...... Hinting at the movie?

Qin Muchu looked at the venue, the building area is quite large, and it should be able to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

"This is the famous big egg?"

Zhou Jiaolun was stunned for a moment, didn't understand what the "big egg" was, and suddenly reacted, his face darkened:

"It's a small dome, and the big egg is too outrageous!"

After a pause, he added:

"But this is not a small dome, it's Banqiao Stadium."

Qin Muchu nodded and followed Zhou Zhuolun into the venue.

The venue is huge, and many staff members are busy on the huge stage in the middle, building steel frames and platforms.

Qin Muchu looked at the main stage in the center and was a little strange:

"How is it a ring?"

The stage is not a common "solid circle", but a ring with a hollow in the middle.

Seeing that many staff members were filling chairs in the center of the "ring", he understood a little, and guessed:

"In the middle is the auditorium?"

"Well, it wraps the fans inside the stage and gets closer to them." Zhou Jiaolun replied.

"It's more expensive." Qin Muchu smelled the smell of money.

This kind of VIP seat that is in close contact with idols must not be at the same price as other districts.

Zhou Jiaolun touched his nose, the price in this area is indeed very expensive.

Qin Muchu didn't say much, this kind of thing is willing to fight and suffer.

If the family is thick, then buy the seats in this "ring", if it is average, then buy a farther one, and there are hundreds of tickets over there.

"What's that?" Qin Muchu pointed to a huge screen on the outermost part of the venue.

Zhou Jiaolun looked at the screen pointed by Qin Muchu, and raised his eyebrows:

"Special effects screen, oh, this concert is not chosen in the Little Dome but here, just because I want to do cool special effects scenes, it's definitely a dick."

At this time, a man ran over.

"Straw Lun, you're finally back, don't you go to rehearsal yet, do you still want to hold a concert!?"

It's Zhou Jiaolun's agent, Sister May.

She looked anxious, didn't notice Qin Muchu, and pulled Zhou Zhuolun to leave.

"Didn't you say you were going to pick up Xiao Chu?" Zhou Jiaolun muttered.

Qin Muchu also smiled and waved his hand at this time:

"Sister May."

"Director Qin?"

Sister May let go of Zhou Jiaolun's hand,

"Oops, I thought Straw Lun sent you home to rest, but I didn't expect you to come too."

"I said to send him to rest, but he said he wasn't sleepy, he had to come."

Zhou Jiaolun immediately explained, afraid of being long-winded by Sister May.

Qin Muchu also nodded:

"Now I can't sleep at night, a vicious circle, it's better to stay up until night and then sleep."

It's impossible for him to say now that he's not sleepy.

I didn't go to bed until two or three o'clock in the morning this morning, and I got up early in the morning to buy the nearest ticket to fly to Bay Province, and I arrived here in the afternoon.

After more than ten hours on a plane in twenty-four hours, the exhaustion of this journey is inevitable.

"You go to rehearsal, I'll sit and rest for a while."

Qin Muchu waved his hand to Zhou Jiaolun, turned around and walked towards the audience, found a seat and sat down.

After a while, the steel frame on the stage was removed, and the music sounded.

"Teacher Qin, Teacher Zhou asked me to send water."

A staff member carefully handed over a water cup, which was hot.

Qin Muchu took the water cup and nodded at him:

"Thank you."

"It's fine."

When the staff left, Qin Muchu held the water cup in his hand, and the heat from the cup warmed his hands.

Zhou Jiaolun has already started singing on stage.

Well...... Sometimes it's out of tune.

It's not as good as the album, but it's normal, after all, it's revised.

Song after song, Qin Muchu's consciousness gradually blurred, and he had closed his eyes unconsciously.

……

"Hey, Xiao Chu, wake up, you can sleep with the sound of heaven?"

Qin Muchu slowly opened his eyes, listened to the familiar noise in his ears, and replied without thinking about it:

"The natural sound of the fart, out of tune and hypnotic."

stood up, stretched, and rubbed his eyes:

"Are you gone?"

"Well, let's go have dinner first, and there's an appointment in the evening." Zhou Jiaolun said about the next arrangement.

"What kind of appointment, men and women, I won't go to women." Qin Muchu laughed.

"Don't laugh so lewdly, serious about work."

……

At night, it was completely dark, Qin Muchu and Zhou Jiaolun finished eating, and drove straight to Zhou Jiaolun's company.

"Is it really serious?"

"Anyway, you're not healthy."

Zhou Jiaolun parked the car in the garage, opened the door and got out of the car.

Qin Muchu pursed his lips and also got out of the car.

"There was a singer who came to ask for a song in the evening, and he had already agreed, so it was not good to miss the appointment."

Zhou Jiaolun scratched his hair.

"Want a song? Aren't you writing songs for others a lot now? Qin Muchu asked.

When Zhou Jiaolun had not established his own company, he wrote a lot of songs for others, and it was estimated that there were dozens or hundreds.

The more famous ones include Wen Lan's "Summer Wind" and Joling Tsai's "Prague Square".

Now it's less so.

It's too late to release an album yourself, let alone write songs for others.

"So it's been a long time ago, and they all have ......."

Zhou Jiaolun snapped his fingers, counted for a while, and said:

"It's been almost two and a half years, and it's rude to drag it out any longer."

Qin Muchu sighed, it was quite outrageous for a song to drag on for two and a half years.

The other party estimated that he would have to stab the villain every day.

But when I think about it, it's a song written by Zhou Jiaolun, and it's worth waiting so long.

Zhou Jiaolun's song, it's not impossible for a song to become popular.

……

Walking to the familiar recording studio, there were already people waiting inside.

As soon as a woman who looked like an agent saw Zhou Jiaolun coming in, she immediately got up and greeted warmly:

"Teacher Straw Lun, I am fortunate to be there."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

While the two were greeting, Qin Muchu lowered the brim of his hat, silently walked into the recording studio, and found a seat to sit down.

The eyes noticed the young girl standing behind the agent, and stopped for a moment.

A very small girl, not tall, with long hair and bangs, a little familiar, but I can't name it.

Perhaps sensing Qin Muchu's gaze, the girl turned her head and looked at Qin Muchu, but she was blocked by her hat and only saw half of her face.

But Qin Muchu was with Zhou Jiaolun, and the girl still smiled and nodded.

Qin Muchu also nodded in response, and then moved his gaze away.

It's also rude to look at girls all the time.

"Teacher Jiaolun, our family Shaohan has been waiting for your song, and this time I heard that you wrote it, and I can't wait to come."

The agent's voice came, revealing the girl's name.

And Qin Muchu also remembered who the girl was.

Zhang Shaohan!

There are quite a few popular songs, especially in the inspirational part, and there is almost no song in "Invisible Wings" that can be compared.

A very powerful female singer.

However, Zhou Jiaolun said that the song was written?

Qin Muchu raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Jiaolun, he didn't say that in the garage just now.

"I don't have time to write songs! I'm so busy every day, if it weren't for her agent calling, I would have forgotten about it. ”

"Teacher Straw Lun, can we take a look at the song first? Shaohan can't wait, I want to sing your song, haha. ”

The agent was smiling, both a compliment and a urge.

Qin Muchu lowered his head and smiled.

People want you to hand in your homework, see what you kid does.

"Okay, I've written several songs before, I don't know what type you want, I'll get it to you."

Zhou Jiaolun's face did not change color, his heart did not beat, and he was talking nonsense.

The broker was immediately overjoyed.

It's already very good to get a song from Zhou Jiaolun, but I didn't expect to be able to choose the genre.

Is this custom-made?

did not hesitate, and immediately said:

"Teacher Straw Lun, it's best to be a love song, and our Shaohan's current album is in this style."

In fact, there is no need to think about it, the biggest audience of pop music must be love songs, and it is difficult for other songs to become popular unless they reach the level of "Invisible Wings".

And that kind of divine comedy, a singer is already lucky to have one.

Zhou Jiaolun nodded, walked to the table, pretended to rummage in the drawer for a while, and then suddenly patted his head:

"Oops, I forgot, I think I lost it at home."

Poor acting.

Qin Muchu shook his head secretly.

Zhang Shaohan and the agent's smiles were stiff.

"Then we're ......," the agent squeezed out a smile.

It is estimated that if the other party hadn't been Zhou Jiaolun, he would have been scolded at this time.

But Zhou Jiaolun smiled:

"It's okay, I've written it down, I'll just write it again."

The peak turned around, and Zhang Shaohan and the agent were overjoyed.

"That's troublesome Mr. Straw." The agent laughed.

"It's okay, I'll recall."

Zhou Jiaolun took out a pen and paper and drew on it.

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun, who was serious and wrote for a while and stopped for a while, it really didn't look like he was acting, and the mentality of watching the play gradually faded.

Play for real?

He stood up and slowly walked behind Zhou Jiaolun.

Zhang Shaohan and his agent noticed Qin Muchu, and their tall figure attracted the attention of the two.

"It's mysterious to wear a hat."

The agent muttered quietly.

And Zhang Shaohan just patted her hand, shook her head, and signaled her not to talk nonsense.

Qin Muchu lowered his head and looked at the musical notes drawn by Zhou Jiaolun on the paper, and he had already written a lot of scribbles and changes.

His eyes widened.

Is this thing really?

Writing a song on the spot, and half a sheet of paper has been written in just five minutes?

You're Charlotte.

Another five minutes passed, and Zhou Jiaolun stopped writing.

I picked up the score and read it and nodded.

"Okay, but I can't remember the lyrics, you guys can watch the song first, if you can, I'll send you the whole thing tomorrow."

He stood up and handed the score to Zhang Shaohan.

Zhang Shaohan took the score and watched it with anticrative and excited eyes.

And Zhou Jiaolun stretched his waist, raised his eyebrows at Qin Muchu, who was already stupid, and said in a low voice:

"Well, I'm not slower than you in writing songs."

"You're much faster than me."

Qin Muchu gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

This kind of inhuman operation is a very explosive existence at any time.

Qin Muchu didn't expect that there were really people who were so evil that writing songs was the same as writing college entrance examination essays.

No, it's faster than writing a college entrance examination essay, which takes an hour.

Zhou Jiaolun smacked Qin Muchu's words and felt as if something was wrong.

Seeing that Zhang Shaohan was still reading the music score, he thought that his music score was the same as the draft, which was a little messy and looked a little laborious, so he said:

"I'll play it on the piano."

"Is that okay? Thank you so much, Mr. Straw. ”

Zhang Shaohan immediately smiled and handed the score to Zhou Jiaolun.

Zhou Jiaolun shook his hand, did not answer, and pointed to his head:

"It's already written here."

Pretending to be a good one-handed person.

Looking at Zhang Shaohan's eyes shining with adoration, Qin Muchu gave Zhou Jiaolun a thumbs up again in his heart.

"Stand aside."

Zhou Zhulun patted Qin Muchu who was standing next to the piano, and Qin Muchu hurriedly let the "forced king" get out of the way.

Zhou Jiaolun sat down in front of the piano, pressed his hands on the piano a few times, paused, and began to play officially.

The melody slowly flowed out, Qin Muchu felt a little familiar, he should have heard it, but he couldn't think of what song it was for a while.

It wasn't until a huge familiar melody appeared, which should be the climax of the song, that Qin Muchu heard what song it was - "Honey, That's Not Love"!

Knowing which song it was, Qin Muchu was a little speechless.

When he was in high school, the head teacher used to play it on a loop.

Well, I broke up a few couples of early love in the class.

Crying while breaking up in the background music of this song, that picture ......

It's like a MV.

The lyrics are simply sinful.

"You said that holding hands is an agreement, but that is not love......

Too beautiful promise because too young, but dear that is not love......"

Qin Muchu muttered.

Do you listen to what you are saying?

Isn't this just telling early love, don't talk about it, you're not love, let's break it up.

It turned out to be a song written by your kid, and your kid really lacks great virtue.

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun and shook his head slowly.

Suddenly, the piano stopped.

"Xiao Chu, do you remember the lyrics? Why didn't you say it earlier, so I didn't have to go back to find it at night! ”

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun who was smiling, and then turned his head to look at Zhang Shaohan and her agent, who were also looking at him.

Stand back decisively:

"I don't remember."

Dog thing, want to pit Lao Tzu.

But Zhou Jiaolun stood up, hugged Qin Muchu, and faced Zhang Shaohan and the two with a smile on his face.

"By the way, I just forgot to introduce, this is Qin Muchu, a great director, but he also has an identity, that is, a lyricist, Xiao Chu is very good at writing lyrics, Fang Wenshan said that he can't compare to him."

After a pause, he put his arms around Qin Muchu's neck:

"The lyrics of this song are actually written by Xiao Chu."

Qin Muchu's eyes widened, and two seconds later, he also grabbed Zhou Zhuolun's shoulders and pressed hard in his hand:

"Really? I remember it was Fang Wenshan. ”

Zhou Jiaolun's expression twitched, but he still forced a smile and said firmly:

"You remember wrong, Fang Wenshan wrote another song, and this one was written by you."

……

After Zhang Shaohan thanked him with joy on his face, he left with his agent.

As soon as the door of the recording studio was closed, Qin Muchu and Zhou Strawun, who were still amiable and good with the two brothers one second, locked Zhou Strawun's neck the next moment.

"You're going to catch me alone when you step on a horse?"

"What is a pit, you sang it yourself and I heard it. I'm giving you a chance to show your talents, okay?

And do you expect Fang Wenshan to get up in the middle of the night and stay up late to write lyrics? He's so old, won't your conscience hurt? ”

Zhou Jiaolun was full of words, patted Qin Muchu's arm, and suddenly his expression became melancholy:

"Let it go, I'm out of love, you're still bullying me, I'm going to be depressed!"

Qin Muchu almost laughed angrily.

This grandson is becoming more and more shameless now.

Reluctantly, he let go of his arm and walked out the door:

"Let's go, go back to sleep."

Zhou Zhuolun glanced at Qin Muchu cautiously a few times, making sure that he really didn't care about this matter, so he instantly put away his melancholy expression and quickly followed.

"Is the money for lyrics still handled like it used to?"

"Hmm."

"Great good man."

"Close your anus, fast man."

"I've got you fast?"

“……”

(End of chapter)