The sisters' movements attracted the elders and brothers and sisters-in-law, who looked over curiously.

Of course, no one asked what was going on.

It's only a few sisters who rarely meet and want to talk alone, but no one takes it too seriously.

Soon, Wen Nian took the pen and paper and returned to the tree-lined corridor outside the hall, and randomly chose a suitable place to sit down.

Wen Zhenmin and Wen Zhenzhen, who were waiting here, smiled: "Wait a minute." ”

Then, with the memory of his past life, he quickly began to write.

At this moment, she is very glad that she was an educator in her previous life, and she has learned a lot in order to better educate students.

One of them is the staves.

Of course, she remembers the lyrics and songs of those popular songs very clearly.

Because there are ready-made ones, they are very fast to write, and in a few minutes, I finished a poem and handed it to my cousin: "Sister Min, what do you think of this one?" ”

"Aha...... Thank you. ”

Wen Zhenmin's eyelids jumped, I couldn't believe that what I wrote in just a few minutes could be used.

Especially seeing her with her own eyes that she didn't even check and revise, this made Wen Zhenmin have no hope in her heart at all.

Wen Nian didn't pay attention to what she thought, gave the score to Wen Zhenmin, and lowered her head to continue writing.

"Sister Min, take a look."

Seeing that her cousin was still there in a daze, Wen Zhenzhen became excited.

Afraid of affecting Wen Nian's 'creation', she deliberately lowered her voice: "Let's see what song my sister writes, is the melody good?" ”

Faced with this cousin's rare excitement, thinking that Wen Nian composed a song for herself, she had to bow her head and look at the score seriously.

At this glance, her eyelids jumped again.

There are not only songs, but also words.

didn't think much about it, and hummed in a low voice according to the music score: "The fifteenth moon, shining on the side and taking care of the hometown, is quiet and ......"

The more Wen Zhenmin sang, the more excited she became, the more she sang, the more empathetic she became, and tears unconsciously filled her eyes.

This......

Isn't this exactly what the picture is between the children of the battalion and the subordinates?

The words are good, and the song is beautiful.

When used in the camp performance, it will surely resonate with countless children.

Wen Zhenmin looked up at Wen Nian, who was still writing quickly, and there was no doubt in her heart.

Seeing that Wen Nian had another piece of paper in her hand, she carefully picked it up.

It's still both lyrics and songs, and it's still a story in the camp.

The title of the song is "Little Poplar", and a few words are hummed according to the melody, "A little poplar grows next to the outpost......"

It's ...... It's just so aptly written.

She really didn't expect that her cousin, who had just been found, was so talented.

While she was sighing, another song was completed.

Wen Nian didn't even ask Wen Zhenmin what he thought of these songs.

She believes that these songs, which were widely circulated in her previous life, will still be loved by listeners in this book.

One by one, I wrote ten songs before I stopped and looked at Wen Zhenmin, who was so excited that I couldn't express it: "Sister Min, are these enough?" ”

"Enough, enough."

Wen Zhenmin, who was immersed in the song, was awakened by her voice, and nodded again and again, "There are many of them." ”

"Nian Nian, you wait, I'll ask my dad to declare the copyright fee for you."

Wen Zhenmin was so excited that she completely lost her previous composure and calmness, and hurriedly turned around and ran towards the hall.

Even the children who had just been found couldn't care less.

"A family ......"

Wen Nian wanted to say that the family didn't have to see outside.

It's just that before she finished her words, Wen Zhenmin had already run into the hall.

"What's the matter, so impatient?"

Wen Qiming saw his daughter so out of shape, and couldn't help but blame in a deep voice, "How old is you, why aren't you calm at all?" ”

Faced with her father's blame, Wen Zhenmin was not annoyed, but smiled and went straight to the topic: "Dad, I want to apply for a song copyright fee." ”

(End of chapter)