[028 is another three minutes, another song]

"Do you mean Qian Muwen, the master of Chinese studies?" Su Qingyun asked suspiciously.

Yang Mi nodded and said, "That's right, this time it was Qian Lao who invited you to come." ”

It turned out that Qian Lao's grandson Qian Duoduo wanted to invite Su Qingyun to sing.

However, there was no contact information for Su Qingyun, so he asked for Qian Lao's head.

Qian Lao also admired Su Qingyun, so he asked Yang Mi to be the middleman.

Yang Mi said with a smile: "Elder Qian has a deep friendship with the elders in my family. This time, Mr. Qian came to me and hoped that I could be a middleman and introduce you to each other. ”

"I see."

Su Qingyun nodded suddenly in understanding:

"Qian Lao once praised my song "Nanshan Nan" on the Internet, if it weren't for Qian Lao's praise, I wouldn't have become popular so quickly."

"It's reasonable, I should also pay a visit to Mr. Qian."

Su Qingyun is exactly such a person.

There is a kindness in return.

There is revenge.

The grievances are clear.

Soon, the two came to Luzhou University.

Because Qian Muwen still has to give a lesson to students today, the meeting place is at Luda.

In the office, Qian Muwen has been waiting for a long time.

Yang Mi took Su Qingyun and walked into the office as soon as she immediately became the focus of the audience.

"You, are you Su Qingyun? Your "You at the Table" is so well written that it made us teachers and students cry. ”

"Su Qingyun, I'm your fan, can you sign for me?!"

"Classmate Su, my daughter likes you very much, why don't you have a meal in the evening and have a good exchange."

……

There is no difference between a university teacher and an ordinary person.

When I see my favorite star, I will run up excitedly, ask for a group photo, ask for an autograph, etc.

"Go, go, how can you all look like a teacher?"

At this time, Mr. Qian Muwen walked out of the office, saw this scene, frowned, and helped Su Qingyun disperse the besieging teachers, and then he took out a pen and paper, and said with a smile on his face:

"Qingyun Xiaoyou, I'm also your fan, come and sign me!"

Hearing this, Su Qingyun was very embarrassed, smiled shyly, and said after signing his name:

"Qian Lao has tormented me, my work "Nanshan Nan" has been fortunate to be appreciated by you, I am very ashamed."

"It's an honor to be here with you today."

Su Qingyun said very politely and modestly.

Mr. Qian Muwen smiled heartily:

"Qingyun Xiaoyou is humble, the old man has been friends with Xiaoyou for a long time, and today he finally got what he wanted."

Yang Mi on the side saw this scene and said strangely:

"Grandpa Qian, I invited you the person you want to meet, you owe me a favor!"

"You little girl, don't worry, grandpa, I won't forget."

Qian Muwen said, taking out his treasured good tea.

Boiling tea and making tea, the action is extremely skillful.

"Little friend, please use tea!"

The two drank tea over and over again, chatting about the world.

The topics covered include astronomy, geography, literature, art, and so on.

The two quoted scriptures and classics, and the more they talked, the more speculative they became, and they actually had the intention of seeing each other late.

Yang Mi was on the side, listening to it until she dozed off, and she was not interested in those obscure knowledge at all.

The other teachers were just staring, and they didn't know much about it.

But he didn't expect Su Qingyun, a young man, to be able to learn from a master of Chinese culture, and he was as talented as rumored.

Finally, the sun set, and it was getting late.

Su Qingyun said with a straight face: "Old Qian, you always call me here, I'm afraid it's not just as simple as chatting, right?" ”

"Oh! I almost forgot to get down to business! Qian Muwen patted his forehead and hurriedly said:

"It's World Tourism Day in a few days, and our Luzhou Tourism Bureau is soliciting Luzhou city theme songs from all over the country, and your song "City Capital" is too popular..."

"Therefore, the leaders of the tourism bureau hope that you can write a song for us in Luzhou."

Qian Muwen looked at Su Qingyun expectantly.

"Write a song for Luzhou?"

Su Qingyun pondered with his eyebrows, he remembered that there seemed to be a very classic song in his previous life.

That's right!

Music genius Xu Song's "Luzhou Month"!

This "Luzhou Month" is a song written and sung by Xu Song, a musical genius in his previous life, which is included in Xu Song's second solo original album "Fog Seeking Revelation".

This music is very suitable for the city of Luzhou, and it can be used as the theme song of Luzhou!

Seeing Su Qingyun frowning, Qian Muwen patted Su Qingyun's shoulder and said:

"It's okay, you go back and think about it slowly. Music creation needs inspiration, don't rush! ”

"I'll give you three months, even if you can't think of it, it doesn't matter, after all, you are still young and it is understandable that you don't have enough life experience."

"Besides, it's not easy to write this kind of urban theme song, so you don't have too much pressure!"

"It's rare that you can write a song "City Capital"!"

Qian Muwen comforted Su Qingyun softly.

He had high hopes for Su Qingyun, for fear that he would put too much pressure on this young man and affect his future development.

"Old Qian, can you lend me paper and pen?" Su Qingyun asked politely.

Qian Muwen's eyes lit up, and he handed over the pen and paper: "Little friend, do you have an idea?" ”

Su Qingyun nodded plausibly: "Mmmm, give me three minutes, I'll write a song for Luzhou." ”

Three minutes?

A song?

Hearing this, Qian Muwen frowned instead.

It's a good thing for young people to be proud!

But what good song can be written in three minutes?

Thinking of this, Qian Muwen looked at Su Qingyun, who was writing and painting, and said earnestly:

"Qingyun, we who are engaged in artistic creation must be in awe of art and respect art! Only in this way can we create good works! ”

"Young arrogance is valuable, but you can't be arrogant and ignorant!"

"What can be written in three minutes can only be a saliva song, I advise you to go back and think about it before you start writing!"

Qian Muwen is deeply loving and responsible, and his tone is full of concern and teachings for young people.

At this time, the professors and teachers on the side also began to persuade them.

"Classmate Su, Mr. Qian is right, writing songs is a grinding effort, and you can't rush it."

"Not bad, good music needs to be carefully polished, repeatedly scrutinized, what good work can be written in three minutes?"

"It's a good thing for young people to be talented, but if you are too eager for quick success, you will only destroy your future."

……

The teachers left and right, but Su Qingyun was unmoved, and still worked hard to write.

Seeing this scene, the teachers all smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

Qian Muwen calculated in his heart:

'When Su Qingyun finishes writing, he has to criticize it! ’

'Frustrate the youthful spirit! Otherwise, if he continues to be so arrogant, I am afraid that it will be a flash in the pan, and Jiang Lang will be exhausted. ’

Thinking of this, Qian Muwen had already begun to organize the language in his heart, and he would criticize Su Qingyun fiercely.

It's not that Qian Lao doesn't believe Su Qingyun.

Just write a song in three minutes, and it's still a good song!

This is simply outrageous!

Unheard!

Whoever listens to it will not believe it if he is killed.