Literary life with cute baby

Chapter 112 This World Is So Beautiful
Tang Shuang and Tang Zhen were sitting next to each other. Seeing Master Zhen in a daze, she bumped her shoulder with her shoulder and said, "Sister Zhen Zhen, I'm telling you the truth. In fact, the songs you wrote are very good. I have read all the papers on your desk in the past few days, the lyrics are very good, the music is of different levels, but they are all okay, it should be enough to be a second- and third-rate independent musician."

Second- and third-rate independent musicians?Tang Zhen didn't know whether it was a compliment or a loss.

It should be a compliment, Tang Zhen has no confidence in her own works at all, let alone the second or third-rate level, in her heart, she can't stand on the stage at all.

It would be a lie to say that Tang Zhen didn't care about her own works, otherwise she wouldn't have insisted on writing hundreds of songs for so many years.

Now some people say that her works are actually very good, and they can't help asking: "Really?"

Tang Shuang laughed inwardly, and on the surface remained calm, she patted her chest and said, "Of course it's true, you are my sister, do I need to say polite words to you? Sister, have you found that you are very talented? Especially in terms of writing lyrics, he is really like a great poet, what about the two swords of our sister and brother in the future, you write lyrics, I compose music, compose a good story in the music world."

Tang Zhen said without confidence: "I wrote all nonsense."

Tang Shuang: "There is no such thing as nonsense or not. To put it this way, I also write nonsense when I write words. Words that come from the heart are precious."

Seeing that Tang Zhen was still not confident, Tang Shuang said, "Wait."

He hugged the guitar in the corner, tried playing it a few times, and said to Tang Zhen, "Listen up."

Tang Zhen didn't blink her big eyes, and watched curiously as Tang Shuang came in front of her with the guitar in her arms, and the two of them sat next to each other.

After Tang Shuang lowered her head and fiddled with the guitar twice, she coughed and took a teacup to moisten her throat.

Does he still want to play and sing?Tang Zhen thought to herself.

Just like Tang Shuang's broken gong voice, as soon as he made a sound, he destroyed the atmosphere.

Tang Shuang looked up at Tang Zhen, and seeing that she was listening seriously, she continued to lower her head, and her toes touched the bottom rhythmically. This was beating the beat and looking for the rhythm. Then, instead of strumming the guitar, he blew out A melodic whistle...

Tang Zhen looked at him in surprise. Listening to this whistle melody that she had never heard before, Tang Shuang couldn't sing well, but whistling had nothing to do with her voice, and he was still very confident.

The whistle is melodious, the melody is beautiful, and the cheerful tone seems to be rushing with playfulness and eagerness.

This whistle lasted about 30 seconds, and then the guitar sounded. Tang Zhen heard it a little familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while. When she heard the second melody, she suddenly woke up!
This melody is her song "Chun Guang Mei"!
Tang Zhen's eyes were instantly filled with amazement, and a smile could not help showing on her cold and beautiful face, just like the artistic conception of this song, after the cold winter passed, the breath of spring swept across the earth, revealing the surprise of spring.

so nice~
Tang Zhen hid the excitement in her heart, closed her eyes involuntarily, and listened attentively to Tang Shuang's playing, her right hand on her knee couldn't help shaking with the music.

Sure enough, it was the song "The Beauty of Spring" written by her. Although the melody has changed a lot, it can still be heard.

In fact, no matter how many changes there are, as long as there is still a small part of the original melody, Tang Zhen will be able to hear it, because for countless nights, she played and sang while holding the guitar, entertaining herself, and these notes were almost engraved into her heart. In my heart, I can no longer forget.

"The Beauty of Spring" adjusted by Tang Shuang, the melody is more varied, and the rhythm is just right. In this original super literary ballad, many popular factors have been added to make it more catchy and complete in one go, just like a bend in spring The stream flows along the rocks, so leisurely, so clear and vivid...

Listening to it, all kinds of distracting thoughts in Tang Zhen's heart seemed to be baptized, and her heart became as pure as spring water, calm and natural, no longer angry, no longer worried, no longer irritable...

She looked at Tang Shuang, who was completely immersed in the performance, and couldn't help but her eyes blurred. Is this still the childish brother?Or the Tang Xiaoshuang who laughed at her for writing crooked songs?

He is now publishing books and writing songs, and he has achieved very good grades. This is something she could not have imagined a week ago. Not long ago, Tang Sanjian was complaining on the phone that Tang Shuang was not up to date, and failed twelve courses. It's embarrassing to pass six doors.

She was still thinking about her younger brother, what job to find him after graduation, how to help him, worried that he would suffer in society, worried that he would not grow up enough to make her father angry...

However, she was overthinking all of this. The younger brother in front of her didn't need her help at all. On the contrary, he was helping her, otherwise, her dream would have been shattered.

……

"Sister ~ sister! Asleep?"

Tang Shuang's voice woke Tang Zhen from her chaotic thoughts.

Seeing Tang Zhen's eyes focus again, Tang Shuang said, "Have you heard the song?"

Tang Zhen smiled and said, "Of course, it's Chun Guangmei."

Tang Shuang: "It looks good when you smile. This song is very well written. I didn't move the lyrics, but just adjusted the song a little bit. Let's try again. I'll play the guitar and you sing. Do you want lyrics?"

Tang Zhen wrinkled her nose arrogantly and said, "I don't want it."

Tang Shuang: "Okay, let's prepare then, you beat the time."

Tang Zhen clapped her hands lightly, Da~da~da~
Tang Shuang blew the whistle, as if this was the first warm current blowing through the mountains and valleys, and with this warm current came a strong breath of spring, they were about to melt the winter snow, wake up the life in the dream, and revive all things , the sound of growth is everywhere, and the silent wilderness is full of vitality overnight... The sun is shining brightly, falling on the smiling faces, spring is so beautiful!

Tang Zhen's beautiful and gentle singing sounded, and she sang very, very seriously, as if she wanted to pour all her emotions into it.

This is her song, every word, every melody, she remembers deeply, every line is her mood, and what she sings is the voice she has hidden in her heart for many years.

She has sung countless songs, but this moment has never made her feel satisfied and infinitely proud. That pride filled her chest and warmed her heart...

She found the joy of singing again, which she has not experienced for a long time. It does not contain any utility or purpose. She just enjoys music purely and enjoys the infinite world brought by music. This world is so beautiful!
The wind and rain have passed, and Chunguang shows her enchanting side.

　It seems that many people don't know the song Chunguangmei, "Chunguangmei" Zhang Delan
　　
　
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