Seeing Wang Ting's gesture, Meng Wen sat down at his desk a little reluctantly, thinking badly in his heart what songs he should write for Wang Ting in order to express his resentment and make himself feel refreshed.

"What kind of song do you want to sing?, sad or happy?" Meng Wen took the initiative to ask Wang Ting. Meng Wen deliberately asked this and gave Wang Ting two choices. I just want Wang Ting to take the initiative to choose one of these two styles. As long as Wang Ting takes the initiative to choose one, she will write a song according to her requirements in the later stage, if she doesn't agree with her, she can't say anything? Who told her to choose it herself.

Meng Wen has already thought about it, if Wang Ting wants to be sad, he will give her a famous and tear-jerking national song "Little Cabbage" in her previous life, "Little Cabbage" is a widely circulated Han folk song in her previous life, with typical national characteristics, the song structure is relatively simple, and the whole song has only twelve bars. The lyrics are also simple and vivid, with a weeping tone and a melodic development technique that descends layer by layer, which profoundly expresses the sad and painful feelings of a girl who has lost her mother and is abused.

For some reason, Meng Wen thought of the words "abused and lonely", and glanced at Wang Ting again, and suddenly hoped that Wang Ting would take the initiative to choose sad songs. Just thinking about Wang Ting's expression when she sang the little cabbage, Meng Wen suddenly felt much more refreshed.

Of course, if Wang Ting chooses to be more happy, Meng Wen is not without a way to deal with it. Meng Wen's first thought was the song "Song of the Pig", and he thought in his heart that it would be best to make this song into a MV and let Wang Ting play the leading role. With two big ears and snot bubbles hanging from his nostrils, Meng Wen was more and more happy the more he thought about it.

Wang Ting looked at Meng Wen couldn't help but smile, Wang Ting, who wanted to choose a happy style, blurted out impulsively: "Then you write a sad one." ”

When Meng Wen heard that Wang Ting was really selected according to the range he set, he was even more happy, and asked with a smile: "Then how sad do you want to be, do you want to be tear-jerking true feelings, or fake sadness to moan without illness?"

Meng Wen directly defined two styles, one with true feelings and one with fake sadness. It is estimated that whoever chooses, no one will choose fake sadness, which is a derogatory term.

"Of course it's true feelings, I can tell you, I don't want that vain love. It has to be the kind that makes people cry when they hear it. Wang Ting said stiffly. Wang Ting meant that she wanted to make it more difficult for Meng Wen, but Wang Ting never dreamed that her every sentence would go deep into Meng Wen's heart.

"Okay, since you said so. This time, I will help you write a touching song that is absolutely tear-jerking. Meng Wen pretended to be out of the way and said with a swear.

Wang Ting still believes in Meng Wen's talent, and the only thing she is worried about now is that Meng Wen is not good at writing for herself. But he was only slightly worried, and he didn't dare to write a bad song to fool himself, Wang Ting thought confidently.

However, when Wang Ting saw Meng Wen's sworn look, she was even more worried, which is really not like Meng Wen's attitude towards herself. It's almost the same if it's for Xun Hanlei. When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Looking at Wang Ting's suspicious eyes, Meng Wen continued: "In this way, you go out first." I'm really uninspired to keep you. ”

"I can tell you, the writing is not good, I don't want it. Wang Ting got vaccinated in advance.

"You put a hundred hearts, it's absolutely touching. It's not touching, I don't have the face to show it to you, right?" Meng Wen said affirmatively.

Since Meng Wen said this, Wang Ting could only walk out suspiciously. I thought to myself, for a while, if the song written by Meng Wen was not good, I would definitely not be able to spare him. Let him have a moment first......

After Wang Ting left, Meng Wen came over to peek while Wang Ting was writing songs. The door was also deliberately closed and locked inside. After doing this, Meng Wen walked to the desk again and began to prepare Meimei's songwriting.

Meng Wen rarely writes songs so coolly, but Meng Wen also had a little fun for a while, and then forced himself to calm down. Otherwise, with Meng Wen's current happy mood, he would not be able to completely replay the "Little Cabbage" he had heard before in his mind, let alone write it?

Meng Wen let himself slowly enter a sad situation, and began to sing "Little Cabbage" silently in his heart, and when he found the feeling, he began to write.

"Little cabbage, yellow in the ground! three or two years old, no mother......" The whole song is more than 120 words, very simple and simple, basically four words and one sentence, and half of them are followed by the word "ya". It didn't take a while, and Meng Wen finished writing the song.

As for the tune, it's also very simple, back and forth in those twelve bars. Meng Wen is also very fluent in writing the song, as for the details, Meng Wen didn't care too much, anyway, Wang Ting didn't know how to read it, as long as it was basically the same.

As for the essence of the song, it all depends on the singer's own skills, and it depends on how sad the singer can sing it. The so-called no saddest, only saddest, is talking about this song. Hey, there's no limit to grief......

Meng Wen finished the whole song, and it was only half an hour later.

Meng Wen picked up the manuscript and looked left and right, the more he looked at it, the happier he became, Meng Wen thought about what kind of expression Wang Ting would have when his masterpiece was handed over to Wang Ting? Seeing the excitement, he couldn't help but kiss the manuscript twice in a row, and then he was satisfied with the manuscript and opened the door of the house and walked out.

When Meng Wen arrived in the living room, he saw Wang Ting, Xun Hanlei and Ouyang Die all sitting in the living room chatting. Meng Wen hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, "Teacher Ouyang, you're back." ”

"I've been back for a long time, and I heard Wang Ting say that you are writing songs for her in the house? Ouyang Die said with a smile.

"It's not a piece of cake. Meng Wen said modestly at all.

"Oh, that's a big tone. However, I'm curious, why did you suddenly remember to write a song for Wang Ting?

Meng Wen looked at Ouyang Die's expression, and then looked at the unnatural demeanor of Xun Hanlei and Wang Ting next to him. knew that these two women would definitely tell Ouyang Die about their morning. Otherwise, Ouyang Die wouldn't have asked himself so weirdly.

However, Meng Wen still said a little stiffly: "Look at what you said, Wang Ting and I are classmates, and we live together." What is it to write a song? You have to offend people to write it. Teacher Ouyang, if you want, I will write a poem for you when I have time. ”

"Then you have to remember what you said, for the sake of your sincerity. I won't say more. "Ouyang Die got cheap and sold obediently.