[029, the legend continues, the beauty is thrilling]

Three minutes, one song?

What are you blowing?

Eat some food, don't just drink!

Mr. Qian Muwen has lived most of his life, let alone see it, and he has never heard of such a thing.

Not only him, but not everyone in the entire office believed it.

It takes half an hour to make up the college entrance examination essay!

Do you write a song in three minutes?

Ghost believes!

But Yang Mi believed.

She had really seen Su Qingyun write a song in three minutes!

At this time, there was a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old beautiful teacher who couldn't help the curiosity in her heart and walked behind Su Qingyun!

She glanced at the lyrics, her pupils dilated instantly, and she whispered:

"When I was a child, I chiseled the wall and stole someone's light."

"The past is not combed for a bitter ten-year cold window."

"Now I am reading under the lamp, and my red sleeves are fragrant."

"Half a lifetime of fame is just a vain."

"In March, all the way to the haze, the warbler flies and the grass grows."

"I saw my hometown in the catkins."

The young female teacher becomes more and more short of breath the more she looks at it!

At this moment, her mouth was so wide open that she couldn't even say a word.

I just feel like my heart is like a deer crashing!

Bang bang bang!

Beat violently!

She graduated from the Longguo Conservatory of Music with a master's degree.

I only came to Luzhou University this year to teach, and I am still a trainee teacher.

She teaches songwriting, especially lyrics.

She is very fond of ancient literature, and she is also a young man.

As a literary youth, what she admires is literary talent!

I have to say that Su Qingyun's lyrics completely tickled her.

She continued to look down:

"Lovers on the bridge go in and out of pairs."

"The red medicine by the bridge sighs that the night is too long."

"The moon shakes, and people wander."

"There was a song of death in the Upen."

"Luzhou moonlight, sprinkled on the heart."

"Under the moon, you are no longer the same as you used to be."

"There are too many injuries to complain about."

"Sigh, it was just ordinary at that time."

"Luzhou moonlight, pear blossom rain cool."

"Who's next to you now?"

"The moonlight of my hometown is deeply seared in my heart."

"But I can't shed the tears of the year."

……

……

The words are beautiful, and the sentences rhyme.

Three minutes to write such beautiful lyrics!

It's like an ancient poem!

The artistic conception is still so elegant!

With three points of sorrow and three points of melancholy, it makes people haunted by dreams.

The young beautiful teacher completely breaks the defense!

A pair of beautiful eyes moved from the lyrics to the man's face.

The young man's handsome face and focused expression made her heart suddenly flutter violently, she was so handsome!

The beautiful teacher's face suddenly turned red, and she scolded in her heart:

'Lin Qingyin, what are you thinking, he is a few years younger than you!' ’

When the other teachers saw Lin Qingyin's gaffe, they thought that Su Qingyun's writing was too vulgar, which made the beautiful teacher dissatisfied.

They all know that this beautiful teacher is not only beautiful, but also quite talented, so she has a high vision.

"Teacher Lin, be calm, you don't have to take the song you write in three minutes seriously."

"That's right, Mr. Lin, don't be angry, good songs pay attention to chance, but you can't ask for it!"

"Su Qingyun's talent is undoubted, it's just that three minutes is too short, so let him go back and ponder it first."

Several male teachers hurriedly played a round, Su Qingyun was a talent invited by the old man Qian Muwen, Lin Qingyin just came, I don't know the severity, it is not good for Qian Lao to lose face.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood."

Lin Qingyin's little head shook like a rattle.

"Sue... Written by Qingyun...... That's great! ”

"Almost perfect!"

"He deserves to be a talented musician!"

Lin Qingyin's face was still slightly hot.

Hearing this, all the teachers were shocked!

What?

Too well written?

Near-perfect?

In the office, teachers, you look at me, I look at you, and everyone's eyes are full of incredulity.

"Mr. Lin, are you kidding?"

"Teacher Lin, we have no grievances with you, why do you treat us as fools?"

"yes, what good song can you write in three minutes?"

"I don't believe it, I still believe you when you say that you can become a poem in seven steps, and write a song in three minutes, it's simply impossible."

The teachers shook their heads in unison.

Apparently do not believe in such a thing!

At this time, Su Qingyun had already written the tune, and he handed the lyrics and music to Qian Muwendao:

"Qian Lao, exactly three minutes, no more, no less."

Qian Muwen took the paper, and the other teachers couldn't help but surround him.

"When I was a child, I chiseled the wall and stole someone's light."

"If you don't comb the past, you will suffer for ten years."

"Now I am reading under the lamp, and my red sleeves are fragrant."

"Half a lifetime of fame is just a vain."

……

Moment.

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

The whole office is silent!

Here are the top teachers from the highest universities in Luzhou.

At this moment, their eyes widened!

Some people even have their mouths wide open, as if they want to eat people!

A minute passed!

Some teachers couldn't help but wipe the sweat from their foreheads!

The office is still silent,

It's just that at some point, everyone's breathing is getting faster and heavier!

"Luzhou moonlight, pear blossom rain cool."

"Who's next to you now?"

"The moonlight of my hometown is deeply seared in my heart."

"But I can't shed the tears of the year."

……

Three minutes passed, and everyone was stunned!

Five minutes passed, and the whole office was eerily quiet, and the atmosphere was very eerie!

Eight minutes have passed, and there are teachers who keep swallowing saliva!

Ten minutes passed, Qian Muwen finally moved, slammed the table, and said with tears:

"Good! It's so well written! ”

"If this word is placed in ancient times, it is no less than Liu Yong, and it can be called a generation of people!"

Speaking of this, Qian Muwen couldn't help but wipe his tears!

He was happy from the bottom of his heart:

"The Chinese music scene has finally produced a once-in-a-century genius!"

He said this tremblingly, but no one in the entire office refuted, and everyone cheered along with Qian Muwen.

"This lyric reminds me of my first love, the moon is shaking, people are hesitating, the ultimate beauty!"

"Absolutely, this song is absolutely unbeatable no matter the lyrics!"

"Seeing the moon in Luzhou, I have to look at the moon in the world, and I remember that I was a teenager when I was a teenager. Good songs, good songs, good mood! ”

The teachers were not stingy with praise words.

When Qian Muwen heard everyone's words, his old face showed a very relieved expression.

"Since you all think this song is good, then I'll test you."

"Teacher Lin Qingyin, can you tell me what is so good about this song?"

Lin Qingyin is a new teacher this year and has just taken up teaching.

She knew that this was Mr. Qian's intention to test her.

Lin Qingyin took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Qian Lao, this "Luzhou Month" is a dictionary throughout, and the beauty of the text is almost spiritual."

Qian Muwen was noncommittal: "You can talk about it specifically." ”

Lin Qingyin pondered for a moment and spoke again:

At the beginning of this song, the allusion of "chiseling the wall and stealing the light" is used, which is from "Xijing Miscellaneous Records Volume II". It tells the story of Kuang Heng, a great writer in the Western Han Dynasty, who chiseled through the wall when he was a child, read by the candlelight of his neighbor's house, and eventually became a generation of writers. ”