Country Composer

Chapter 102 Two New Songs
It's a pity that just after dinner, Brother Zhang started working again. He played discs on the balcony on the second floor, and even let the guests and staff come to dance together.

What is a disco?
Ma Xiaoshu couldn't understand it at all, the group of demons dancing wildly, the lights of ghosts and animals, and the strange music.

earth!
Really dirty!
Ma Xiaoshu felt that this stuff was even vulgar than pop music, and had no artistic accomplishment at all, so he really couldn't join in.

Originally, I wanted to hold the guitar and write songs quietly, but I couldn't write.

But that song is really advanced.

It's all in the head.

Zhang Xingyi was playing discs on the balcony and shouted, "Hello?"

A group of stiff workers forced to open below replied: "Hi..."

He Jiyong turned into a lead dancer, working hard to drive the rhythm, and also wanted to drive Zhang Xiaofeng who didn't want to dance: "Has my sister danced?"

Zhang Xiaofeng hugged the dog: "I have acted in Bundi."

He Jiyong understood science, his sister didn't want to play disco, so he turned to Ma Xiaoshu again: "Xiaoshu, have you ever danced disco?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "No, when my dad was young, he danced break dances in the grain drying field. It was that kind of mechanical wind... Later, he had a stroke, and it became more like it."

He Jiyong almost laughed out loud, and endured it again and again: "Ah...let uncle take care of his health!"

Ma Xiaoshu nodded.

It's okay, my dad doesn't break dance now, and he can't even break the bag.

Zhang Xiaofeng hugged him to work, leaned against Ma Xiaoshu and complained: "They are so boring! Look, my brother is still dancing, huh..."

Ma Xiaoshu asked curiously: "Do you play like this every episode? Are you not tired?"

"It's not every episode, it's because you're here, you want to get closer to music, who knows you can't dance disco?"

"Is disco the kind in nightclubs? I heard Gou Fugui say it."

"Pfft...you haven't been to a nightclub?"

"No, have you been there? Is it fun?"

Zhang Xiaofeng looked around, and whispered: "I often go there, but I don't play disco, it's too stupid, I only go to drink."

Ma Xiaoshu slapped his thigh: "That's right! What are you dancing about? It's better to drink, do you have any wine here?"

"You drink too?"

"I usually don't drink, but I was taken away by my elder brother. He dragged us to drink at night. Let's forget it. I don't really want to drink..."

"follow me……"

Zhang Xiaofeng sneaked away with Ma Xiaoshu while the cameramen were taking pictures of the dancers.

There is alcohol in this show, and most of the time, in order to entertain the guests, they also drink alcohol during meals, but the audience thinks it is just a drink.

Zhang Xingyi came down from upstairs to show off his dancing skills, and a group of people pretended to be having a good time.

Like a senior activity center...

Ma Xiaoshu and Zhang Xiaofeng were sitting on the edge of the balcony on the second floor, drinking white tea from a tea mug, chatting happily.

Zhang Xiaofeng is Ma Xiaoshu's fan, and Ma Xiaoshu has also seen many of her plays, the two appreciate each other, take time to drink white tea and chat about things in the circle, isn't this more meaningful than dancing?
From Sister Zhang, Ma Xiaoshu got a lot of news about the film and television industry.

After "The Shining Boy" ended, Ma Xiaoshu was going to act in the movie "The Unknown", so I asked more questions.

Zhang Xiaofeng was very patient, and as an old artist, he gave Ma Xiaoshu a lot of advice and guidance.

The two of them thought the disco was too noisy, so they went downstairs and wandered around, and walked to the tree house unknowingly.

One of them leaned on a sofa and chatted, and came to work and planed sand beside him.

"The difference between movies and TV dramas is huge. To put it simply, TV dramas rely on lines to advance the story, while movies rely on montage..."

"Who is it?"

"It's not fooling anyone, it's the language of the movie, the art of the lens, to put it simply, the movie tells a story with eyes and movements, and you can understand it even if you watch it silently, but TV dramas are just the opposite. question."

"Oh!"

"It's easy to be an actor. Is it difficult for you to be a singer? It seems to be more professional than us."

"It's not difficult. A rookie like me can write songs, so how can it be difficult?"

"You can write songs just by opening your mouth, don't you need any accumulation?"

"Writing a song is about feeling."

"is it?"

"Look, I just had a little inspiration, and I was about to write it. They were playing disco, so I couldn't write songs. It was so noisy!"

"Wow! Another new song? I want to hear it, I want to hear it!"

"I don't have a guitar, Brother Zhang has to plug it in, it's really troublesome..."

Ma Xiaoshu is not used to the electric guitar, and neither is the tone.

Just when Zhang Xiaofeng was slightly disappointed.

A huge and round figure emerged from the night: "I brought you the guitar! Hello Zhang Xiaofeng, I'm Ma Xiaoshu's manager Wang Dabao."

Zhang Xiaofeng was startled: "Hello!"

Ma Xiaoshu took the guitar in a daze: "Sister Bao, why are you here? Didn't you go diving?"

Wang Dabao: "I can't dive down, too much fat always floats up... I went back to the hotel and slept for a few hours, thinking that you might have to create at night, so I asked the program team to help you get a guitar."

Ma Xiaoshu was deeply moved. He usually doesn't like to run around with his guitar on his back, but Sister Bao is very careful.

Sister Bao hid in the darkness after delivering the guitar.

Zhang Xiaofeng: "Brother Shu, I want to hear your new song."

Ma Xiaoshu hugged the guitar: "Which one are you talking about?"

"Huh? Just the one you're going to write that hasn't been written yet."

"There are two songs in total. Forget it. I'll sing them all. Don't shake your hands, brother camera, record them for me, and send me the sound source later. There will be a competition in a few days, and it's time to write a song about Hongchen. "

Brother camera shakes, two songs?

Original is original, isn't it too much for you to write two songs at once?And it's still a title composition?

beep, beep, beep...

Ma Xiaoshu plucked the strings and began to amplify his tricks. He was not worried about leaking in advance, because this program was only broadcast a week after the "Sparkling Boys" finals, let alone the semi-finals four days later, and it would not affect it at all.

"At the end of the world is the wind and sand, the story of the world of mortals is called caring... the inn of the world of mortals is like a knife, the inn of the world of mortals is like a knife, the sudden rain falls and fate beats, whoever is the leader in the martial arts world, I only bow my waist for you..."

Zhang Xiaofeng's cheeks were flushed, and it wasn't just Bai Cha who was still a little shy, staring blankly at Ma Xiaoshu.

"Amazing! This song is too good!"

she clapped.

Ma Xiaoshu said modestly: "What's so great, it's all for work. I'm lucky, I just got some inspiration, I'll prepare ammunition for the semi-finals. This song is called "Red Dust Inn", and there is another song called "A Laugh from the Sea".

Zhang Xiaofeng: "You will definitely win!"

beep, beep...

Facing the sea, Ma Xiaoshu said, "Smile in the sea and the tides on both sides of the strait, ups and downs follow the waves to remember the present... How much do you know about the world when the waves wash away the world of mortals, and the breeze and laughter make you lonely, and there is still a night photo of pride..."

The singing is unrestrained and unrestrained, soul-stirring.

Zhang Xiaofeng was dumbfounded, this is not a love song or a typical pop song, but this kind of grandeur made her intoxicated.

The few staff members around were also shocked, what kind of monster is Ma Xiaoshu?This is the one who can lead the Chinese music scene, right?Although people don't know how to play disco, they are thieves who can write songs!

Is there still suspense in the semi-finals of "Shining Boys"?

Have!
The suspense is how Ma Xiaoshu will beat his opponent and reach the finals.

Anyway, there will be a good show in the next game.

In the corner, Wang Dabao laughed with his hands on his hips. He was worthy of being the artist I brought, and his creative ability was comparable to that of Jingdong Cat.

(End of this chapter)