Literary life with cute baby

Chapter 94 The Darker the Sky, the Brighter the Stars
"Sister, have you ever really thought about quitting the entertainment industry? You have been here for five years, and you know how difficult the entertainment industry is. It is even more difficult to become famous. Although you are famous now, your foundation is not solid at all. As long as there is no news for half a year, the entertainment industry will forget about you."

Tang Shuang said sincerely, "You are working so hard now, but you are not getting what you deserve. Look at you, since you came to Shengjing, you have been with us less often, and you can count the number of times you have returned home. Is it really worth it?"

Tang Shuang always believes that being with family is more important than the so-called career. Family love and friendship are the most beautiful gifts in this life, and career is only for them. When the two conflict, sacrifice the latter to fulfill the former.

But Tang Zhen is different from him. She has been very serious about things since she was a child. In order to perform a good dance on the stage of the school celebration, she could go on stage with a knee injury as if nothing had happened.

She is the kind of character who can give her all for a certain thing.

Tang Zhen was silent for a while, looking at the sky full of stars, the starry sky is so vast, it makes one feel open-minded.

Tang Shuang followed Tang Zhen's appearance, leaning against the wall next to her, looking up at the starry sky in front of her. The night wind blowing, seemed to be able to blow away the troubles in her heart.

After a long time, Tang Shuang heard a faint voice.

"Look at the stars, the darker the sky, the brighter they shine."

……

It was late at night, although it was midsummer, but the wind was very cool, Tang Shuang went to the bedroom and brought Tang Zhen a coat to put on her, holding a pile of manuscript paper in her hand.

These manuscript papers covered her desk, covered with handwriting, some were Chinese characters, some were musical notes.

Tang Shuang: "Let me take a look at the songs you wrote."

Tang Zhen rolled her eyes at Tang Shuang, and wanted to take it away, but she endured it and forgot it.

Tang Zhen has a hobby of composing lyrics and music. Sister Xiangning taught her, and she has been writing songs and composing music by herself since junior high school.

Tang Shuang was ignorant, she used to laugh at her a lot, and was chased and beaten by Tang Zhen a lot because of this.

Although Tang Shuang's words were joking, they still dealt a great blow to Tang Zhen. A little girl needs encouragement and approval, but there is a brother who is annoying, who likes to make fun of her writing songs, and often sneaks into her room I rummaged through it, and then publicized it so that the whole world would know.

Tang Zhen thought that Tang Shuang was going to laugh at her again, but she didn't expect that what Tang Shuang said was really good.

Tang Zhen looked at her younger brother who was flipping through the pages in surprise, curled her lips secretly, and said, "It seems like you can understand."

Tang Shuang replied seemingly casually: "Hey, I'm amazing."

"Wow~ The lyrics of this song are really well written!"

Tang Shuang raised a piece of manuscript paper in her hand in surprise, as if she had discovered a treasure. Although in Tang Zhen's view, this guy was deliberately exaggerating, she still felt very useful in her heart. Of course she was flattered, but her face remained calm.

Tang Shuang: "Xiaozhen, you have great potential as a poet. This song "Mother's Hand" is very poetic."

As she said that, Tang Shuang took the manuscript paper and began to read in cadence:
"been to the end of the world

been to Cape
More than 20 years

never lost
until today
Just understand

mother's hand

rooted
soul-drawing thread"

In the night, Tang Zhen's eyes were quietly shining with joy, but she hid it so that no one could see it.

"I even composed the music, and the music is also very good. Sis, did you write this yourself? It's really good, no, I'll get the guitar."

Tang Shuang got up and took the guitar from the living room, hugged it in her arms, looked at the music score on the manuscript paper, and staggered to play.

"Oh, I'm not familiar with it, it's terrible to play, sister, come here." Tang Shuang shoved the guitar to Tang Zhen with self-knowledge.

Tang Zhen pretended to be very reluctant and impatient, but at Tang Shuang's kind invitation, she reluctantly picked up the guitar and tried it out. Soon, a smooth and clear guitar sound rang out from the balcony.

How can there be an accompaniment without singing, so Tang Shuang hummed softly along with Tang Zhen's guitar.

Ouch~ As soon as he opened his mouth, something bad happened, and the good atmosphere was destroyed. Tang Zhen glanced at him and continued to play the guitar with her head down. On the contrary, Tang Shuang herself felt embarrassed and shut up and stopped singing.

He really can't do anything with his bad voice, even Tang Zhen is ashamed of him as an audience.

So Tang Shuang suggested that Tang Zhen should sing, don't just play the guitar, the voice will sound~
This song "Mother's Hand" is a folk song, and the lyrics are just a few lines, which are sung over and over again, but the tune is different every time.

Tang Shuang squinted her eyes and listened comfortably to Tang Zhen's warm voice singing softly, "I didn't understand until today ~ there is a root ~ a thread in my mother's hand".

In all fairness, Tang Shuang really thinks this song is very good, at least he likes it very much. The melody changes in a small range, which seems a bit plain, but when this plainness is paired with the lyrics, it has a special charm.

The last time Tang Shuang saw Tang Zhen writing a song was probably many years ago. He no longer remembers it, and has no impression, so he has no way of knowing Tang Zhen's level at that time.

After singing a song, Tang Shuang suggested that Tang Zhen should sing her own songs. Tang Zhen didn't have the confidence. She wrote a lot of songs, but they all hid them in a drawer and sang and enjoyed them. Tang Shuang was hers. first listener.

Although it's just a hobby, there is no one who doesn't want to be praised.

Tang Shuang held the manuscript paper in his hands as if holding a pile of treasures. He already had great expectations for Tang Zhen's works.

"This one is also very good," Tang Shuang said.

Tang Zhen has written too many songs. Over the years, there should be nearly a hundred of them, and she can't even remember many of them.

She and Tang Shuang got together to see which song Tang Shuang was talking about.

"Just this one, called Chun Guangmei."

Tang Zhen took the manuscript paper and saw that it read:

"We remember that winter,
On the top of the mountain in winter, revealing the vitality of spring,
We are in the spring, telling stories,

The good times of spring stay in our hearts,
We slowly talked about the past, the breeze blowing through the winter chill,
There is a kind of magic in spring in our eyes.

Ah, this is the beauty of spring. "

Tang Zhen remembered that this was around March of the year before last, when she, Li Xiaozhi and Bai Yang'er returned to Shengjing after visiting the ancient town of Zhuji, she spent one night writing it.

At that time, their first album had just been released, and Girl's Day was beginning to be known. The three girls were full of hope and had infinite visions for tomorrow.

After listening to Tang Zhen playing the song "Chunguangmei", Tang Shuang said: "The lyrics are very good, but the song is a bit monotonous. Give it to me first, and I will modify it."

Tang Zhen looked at the big talker Tang Shuang suspiciously, and really wanted to say that you can't even read the score, and you still have to revise it!But hold back, just like Tang Shuang used to laugh at her poor song writing skills, she can't discourage Tang Shuang's enthusiasm, can she, let him toss about it.

(End of this chapter)