"What?"

"Listen to songs?"

"What?"

No one expected that everyone cared about Yang Peifang's body, but the queen of the song asked everyone to listen to the song.

But several people still followed Yang Peifang's fingers and looked at the mobile phone screen.

At the moment, because of the end of the song.

The screen on the phone screen is just frozen in the original interface of the song.

Gao Shan subconsciously read it out: "Su Xueyao's song? "I wish people a long time"? ”

Several others also looked strange.

No way?

What Yang Peifang meant was to let a few of them listen to the new song written for Su Xueyao without words?

Especially Zhu Han, his brows furrowed slightly.

Because he noticed that Yang Peifang seemed to focus on him.

What do you mean?

Zhu Han was a little unhappy in his heart, he didn't understand the song, what did it mean to let him listen to the song. He only needs to be in charge of the lyrics, can anyone beat him in the lyrics?

Are you kidding!

These lyricists in the music world are not proud of him, and if he gives the other party ten years, he will not be able to write a poem of the level of "Mochizuki".

But recalling Yang Peifang's meaningful eyes.

Zhu Han hesitated for a moment, but still took out the earphones from his body, put on the earbuds with unskillful movements, and then clicked the button to play the song.

Because he has some presbyopia and can't read the lyrics on his phone.

So I simply closed my eyes and lay on my back in a comfortable position, ready to take this opportunity to relax.

He doesn't like to listen to songs very much.

Even if I listen to songs on weekdays, I only listen to traditional Chinese music such as bamboo flutes and guzheng.

Other types, he doesn't appreciate.

The gentle prelude melody made Zhu Han a little drowsy.

But just when he was in a relaxed mood, the song came:

"When is the bright moon? Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. ”

Zhu Han didn't have much reaction to Su Xueyao's chanting.

It's like a person who doesn't like to eat seafood, even if others will eat crabs, lobsters, groupers, and skin shrimp...... And so the umami of all kinds of seafood said that the sky was falling, and he was still indifferent.

Therefore, no matter how beautiful Su Xueyao's singing voice is, it doesn't stimulate Zhu Han much.

But the lyrics only appeared for a few seconds.

Zhu Han's closed eyes suddenly opened, and the whole person sat up straight from the chair.

"Where's my glasses?"

His eyes looked at the table in front of him, scrambling to find something.

The right hand fumbles around.

Soon, he felt the case of his glasses that he had put aside, and with a movement that was too skillful to take the glasses out of them, and put them on his eye sockets.

Then.

He couldn't wait to look at the phone screen.

The words that were vague just now were clearly presented in front of his eyes.

It's no longer hazy.

It's no longer unreal.

It was at this moment that the entire lyrics of "I Wish People Were Long" seemed to turn into jumping words one by one, rushing straight to Zhu Han's brain.

A sentence of eternal words.

A sentence of hand-me-down.

Just like a red piece of iron, it burned into the depths of Zhu Han's brain.

Rumble!

Zhu Han felt that there was a thunderbolt roaring in the depths of his brain, which made his whole mind go blank.

He was completely confused.

What?

What's going on?

Zhu Han sat on the chair, staring blankly at the lyrics on his mobile phone, and for a while he found himself at a loss.

He finally understood why Yang Peifang looked at him like that just now.

He has lived for most of his life, and at this moment, he has a feeling that he can't hold his face, and he just wants to dig a hole and get into it.

Obviously, the other people around him didn't look at themselves.

But Zhu Han still felt a kind of discomfort like a man's back.

He wanted to pee.

only to find that his legs were weak.

He finally understood why Yang Peifang couldn't even hold the teacup just now.

It's not that you're sick.

Rather, it was towned.

For example, at this moment: this lyric is like an invisible mountain, and he is almost out of breath when suppressed.

"I don't believe ......"

Zhu Han took a deep breath and looked at the lyrics again.

This time, it's clearer.

But the clearer it became, the more he felt the horror of the lyrics.

Every sentence, even every word, can have a huge impact on his soul.

The perception is also deeper.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is too cold?"

"Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world?"

"There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye?"

"I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together?"

Any sentence is beautiful to the extreme, and the artistic conception is also far-reaching to the extreme.

It was a kind of poetry pinnacle that Zhu Han was sure that he would not be able to reach in his life. I can only stand at the foot of the mountain and feel the shock of this soul washing.

Look at it.

Zhu Han suddenly became decadent again, and like Yang Peifang just now, he slumped in the chair.

There was just one sentence swirling in my head: "Is it necessary?" Is it really necessary? ”

It's just the lyrics of a song.

Is it necessary for you to come up with a poem that is comparable to a quatrain for the ages?

Why bother?

Why bother?

Zhu Han was a little aggrieved.

He came to the music scene with confidence, and he encountered such a thing when he wrote his first song, who is not wronged?

Endeavor took a few deep breaths.

He just remembered something.

Quickly pushed the frame, and then looked at the message at the back of the lyrics.

Singing: Su Xueyao.

Lyrics: West Building.

Composer/Arranger: Wordless.

"West Building ????"

Zhu Han was stunned again.

But soon, he showed a wry smile of relief.

Relieved, it was because he suddenly realized that after he knew about the West Building, because in today's world, I am afraid that only the West Building has the ability to write such words.

smiled bitterly because Zhu Han understood that he was afraid that he would not be able to surpass the West Building in his life.

With the words of "I Wish People Were Long", it is an insurmountable peak, so that Zhu Han can only look up.

"Hehe......"

Zhu Han suddenly lost all his thoughts.

Perhaps, the West Building is his fate, right?

Otherwise, why can I bump into each other every time?

In particular, the poem written by the West Building is also related to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This is even more ironic.

"Looking at the Moon", which he originally thought was his proud work, was compared in front of "I Wish People Were Long", and Zhu Han suddenly found that it had become so unsightly.

One could even say.

Comparing the words of "Mochizuki" with "I wish people a long time" is a humiliation of this poem.

The two are not in the same dimension at all.

"Hehe......"

Zhu Han showed a bitter smile again, stood up with difficulty, and walked outside.

"Teacher Zhu?"

"Teacher Zhu?"

Seeing this, Yang Peifang hurriedly stood up and chased after her.

Zhu Han didn't look back, and waved his hand: "Miss Yang, this time...... It's me who I'm sorry for you. You gave a deposit of 200,000 yuan for writing poems before, and I will return it later. ”

Yang Peifang hurriedly said, "Teacher Zhu, you are too worried. A million for writing poems, we will definitely give you. ”

Zhu Han shook his head, his face pale: "Since I lost, then I will definitely fulfill the contract." This is a basic credibility issue, and you don't need to say it again. ”

Yang Peifang paused before saying: "Zhu Laoshan, you don't have to be too pessimistic, although the other party's lyrics are really good, I don't think we may not have the strength to fight." After all, your poems aren't bad either. ”

"My poems? Hehe......"

Zhu Han's face was full of ridicule, he was mocking himself: "What kind of shit is my poem? Worthy of comparison with it? ”

Yang Peifang's heart shook dramatically: "Is it so good?" ”

Zhu Han's expression was sad and serious: "At least in my impression, in the five thousand years of China, I have never seen any poem of the Mid-Autumn Festival that can be better than it." As for the music scene? It doesn't have to be compared. Because as soon as this song came out, the rest of the words were wasted. ”

The rest of the words are gone!

Yang Peifang was in a trance for a while, stunned in place.

Stunned, he watched Zhu Han disappear outside the door.

Then.

Several exclamations could already be heard behind him.

"The word?"

"Damn, the lyrics."

"Can a person really write it?"

"That's awesome, isn't it?"

"Bow to the wind."

“……”

Yang Peifang turned her head and saw Gao Shan, Wu Rui, Lin Jialun and several others, all of whom were covered with deep shock.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of incredulity.

Especially Gao Shan, his face was flushed, and he couldn't wait to get under the table, and then he knew that Yang Peifang's shock just now was not because of his own song at all, but because of this song "I Wish People Were Long".

"It's so slow to react......"

Yang Peifang shook her head, sighed secretly in her heart, and returned to her seat.

Her eyes stayed on the lyrics of "I Wish People Were Long" for a long time, and her mind kept circling Zhu Han's words just now: As soon as this song comes out, the rest of the words will be wasted.

She knew what that sentence meant, and it showed that September had just begun, and the list had lost its meaning.

……

Shanshui Society.

Everyone knows that Zhu Han wrote a song for the queen Yang Peifang, so in a WeChat group, everyone is also talking enthusiastically.

"With Mr. Zhu's strength, writing songs for singers is really an anti-aircraft gun to fight mosquitoes, which is overkill."

"Hahaha, that's for sure."

"Just those composers in the music world, although some of them are quite literate, but they are not at the same level as Mr. Zhu at all, right?"

"Let Mr. Zhu give the music world a little shock this time."

"I'm really looking forward to the surprised expressions of everyone when they see the lyrics of "Mochizuki" after the song is released."

"That must be dumbfounded."

"Mr. Zhu can be regarded as exploring the way for us this time. If he writes lyrics for singers, then we will have another way to make a fortune in the future. And it's a big fortune. ”

"So, let's expect Mr. Zhu to create a miracle."

These members of the Shanshui Club are all excited in their hearts.

Because everyone knows that Zhu Han wrote a song for Yang Peifang this time, but it is worth one million. If Zhu Han's lyrics can sweep the list of new songs in September, then they can also write songs for singers in the future, and it is not too much to charge 100,000 yuan per song, right?

I get excited when I think about it.

So it was just after midnight.

Many people have @Zhu Han.

"Teacher Zhu, hurry up and give an acceptance speech."

"Teacher Zhu, how do you feel?"

"Teacher Zhu, have you crushed the new song list?"

"Teacher Zhu, I've given out red envelopes."

“……”

However, Zhu Han never responded.

On weekdays, Zhu Han is happy to chat with everyone.

This anomaly caused a little unease in everyone's hearts.

Someone clicked on Zhu Han's WeChat page almost immediately, but was stunned to find that he didn't know when Zhu Han's signature became such a sentence: This person is dead, and there is something to burn paper.

？？？

！！！

When this person took a screenshot of Zhu Han's signature into the group, everyone was in an uproar.

What happened?

Yes!

What happened?

On the Internet, many netizens also raised the same question. Because as more and more people listen to the song "I Wish People Were Long", the entire Internet has turned the sky upside down. (End of chapter)