The star is suspected of being mentally ill

Chapter 33 Daddy Lyricist: I'm Not Convinced...I'm Not Worthy
Mailang Recording Studio.

Wang Jianing put his hands in his pockets, walked to the door, poked his head in: "Are you here?"

Musicians waiting in the recording studio shake their heads.

Wang Jianing shrugged, whistled, and left again.

Soon Mai Lang's other gold medal composer, Zhao Qiao, walked into the recording studio, glanced left and right: "Haven't you come yet?"

The musician shook his head: "Why don't you form a group and come here, and it's not worth asking yourself after a while."

Today is a big event for Mai Lang.

In the past two months, the man who has defeated Mai Lang's many songwriters countless times is coming.

After An Lan broke through the first period, Liu Jianxi asked Mai Lang's songwriter to write songs for An Lan.

Then, An Lan would send over a demo for each issue.

According to Liu Jianxi, if the song written by Han Zhou is not good, then use the song written by his own people.

But every time.

The songs written by Han Zhou are better.

Mai Lang's songwriters, who were not all-powerful in those days?Who doesn't have a few or even a dozen good songs that are familiar to the audience, and many songs have won numerous awards.

However, during the recording process of "Tomorrow Superstar" in these two months.

They were hit repeatedly.

Among them, Wang Jianing and Zhao Qiao are the best.

Wang Jianing is a songwriter with top-notch composition and first-rate lyrics. He used to be the songwriter of Su Rui, the queen of Mai Lang who is good at lyrics creation, and has cooperated with him for many years.

And Zhao Qiao's composition is top-notch and his lyrics are second-rate, so Tang Jie, who has been cooperating with him, has been praised as a quasi-king, but he is only one move away from the king.

These few times, both of them wrote songs for An Lan.

But after listening to Han Zhou's song, the two knew they had lost.

This time, Han Zhou was going to come to Mailang to make music live, so the whole creative department was a sensation.

Everyone wants to watch the fun and see how awesome that Han Zhou is.

In the outside world, Han Zhou is just a singer who is good at writing. He is a singer who has just debuted, and his popularity has only reached the third rate.

However, the songwriters in Mai Lang's creative department knew how perverted this person was.

In the same working time period, two gold medal songwriters were slammed.

It's very uncomfortable.

More importantly, Han Zhou had to write a song for himself and An Lan alone.

On Mai Lang's side, more than a dozen people were studying to write songs for An Lan alone.

Also, a crushing defeat.

Only people from Mai Lang, under the same conditions, knew how abnormal Han Zhou's creative ability was.

Many outsiders would think that Han Zhou's songs were written before.

But the people in Mailang knew very well that they started writing at the same time as themselves, and the time was very short.

They even made a movie during this period!
There's a ghost!
"Here we come, the girl at the front desk sent a message in the group saying that Han Zhou is coming!"

Zhao Qiao got up and held a thermos cup: "Go and have a look."

Wang Jianing put his hands in his pockets: "Go and have a look."

Others: "Oh, I'm going to the toilet, let's go first."

"Have a cigarette, Old Liu, are you together?"

At this time, Han Zhou and Liu Jianxi were indeed going up the elevator.

In the elevator, An Lan called.

The signal was unstable, and Han Zhou looked at the phone in a daze and didn't answer it.

Liu Jianxi: "Not answering the phone?"

"There is no signal in the elevator, pick it up when you arrive."

When he reached the floor, Han Zhou called An Lan back.

The first thing An Lan said when she picked up the phone was, "Don't come to Mailang."

Han Zhou: "Huh?"

An Lan: "Come to my school."

Han Zhou: "Why?"

An Lan: "Let's run away, I am no longer a singer, I am no longer a star, come with me."

Han Zhou felt that his brain circuit was complicated enough, but An Lan thought deeper and further.

Han Zhou stood at the elevator entrance and turned his back: "Then how do I live?"

With An Lan's birth, she would never have thought of this, but Han Zhou had to think of it.

This is the difference between a princess and a poor boy.

On the other end of the phone, An Lan said loudly, "I'll support you!"

Han Zhou: "No, it's not you raising me, it's your parents raising me for you, and even if you don't like me, helping you raise me."

An Lan: "Han Zhou! Do you still care about this?"

Han Zhou: "I may not care, but my parents should care."

The so-called right family, speaking of it, is just such a thing.

But it's just such a little thing, it will never be clear.

"I'm going in, let's choose a song first, come here quickly."

After speaking, Han Zhou hung up the phone.

When Han Zhou came over, Liu Jianxi looked at Han Zhou: "Actually, if you're not mentally ill, I think you're pretty good."

"It's okay to be the son-in-law of my Liu family."

Han Zhou looked at Liu Jianxi unable to complain, and finally said, "An Lan's surname is An."

You yourself are like a bodhisattva crossing the river, so why don't you just let me go here?

Friends, you have been kicked out of the gate by An's family, and you still want to bring someone in?

Liu Jianxi laughed loudly: "Forget it."

Soon, Han Zhou and Liu Jianxi arrived at the recording studio.

"What song are you going to sing in the final?" Liu Jianxi: "The final is very important. If your song doesn't work, I will use the company's song for Lan Lan."

By the way, only Liu Jianxi calls An Lan Lan Lan, and everyone else calls her An An.

Han Zhou calmly said, "If my song is not good, there will be no one in the world who can do it."

Several musicians who were arranging their instruments looked up at Han Zhou with... admiration.

Personality, kind.

And the few songwriters and composers who came to watch the play just walked in, speechless.

Han Zhou took out some printed scores from his bag: "Optional."

Zhao Qiao stepped forward: "Let me take a look."

To be precise, the songs Han Zhou produced were all complete sets.

"Father" and "Father's Prose Poems" are the same set.

"The Moon's Trouble" and "The Moon Represents My Heart" are the same set.

"Walking in a Cool Way" and "Dream Chaser" are the same set.

"Childhood" and "Story of Time" are the same set.

Liu Jianxi directly picked up "Father" and "Father's Prose Poems": "Which one is the female voice and which is the male voice?"

Han Zhou: "Father's prose poems are written by female voices."

Liu Jianxi looked down.

Zhao Qiao took over "The Moon's Trouble" and "The Moon Represents My Heart".

Wang Jianing took over "Walking in Style" and "Dream Chaser".

The group of lyricists and composers watching the play at the back urged the person standing in front to read the manuscript.

The man stepped forward and got "Childhood" and "Story of Time".

This person only glanced at it, saw the first sentence, and began to "his~"

"Ah this~"

"Fuck~!"

"Made..."

It took only 1 minute for him to finish watching one song, but he didn't dare to read the other one. He respectfully put the paper back on the table and backed out.

Everyone looked at him: "How to say?"

The man took out the cigarette case melancholy: "I lost."

"Ok?"

"I said I lost. I will never be able to write this kind of song in my life. I guess Zhao Qiao will not be able to write this kind of song in this life. Wang Jianing will try his luck to write one or two songs like this in his life."

The person next to him was thoughtful: "You mean, look at that song, it is comparable to Wang Jianing's two masterpieces "Lonely Cloud" and "Rain in a Small Town"?"

This person: "Let's forget about the rain in the small town. Guyun can compete with that song "Story of Time". I glanced at the other song, but I dare not watch it. I am afraid that after reading it, I will not have the confidence to write songs in my life. gone."

The group of people were discussing, Zhao Qiao put down "The Moon's Trouble" and "The Moon Represents My Heart" in his hands: "Just this one, 20 years later, someone will remember An Lan and this song."

"When I'm not here, go."

Zhao Qiao put down the paper with score and lyrics printed on it, and left directly.

Wang Jianing looked at "Walking in Style" and "Dream Chaser": "Let your youth blow your long hair and let it lead your dreams. Before you know it, the history of this city has remembered your smile..."

"Ma De, Lin Xiaoxing also said that Han Zhou wrote music with his heart and lyrics with his feet..."

"After Han Zhou took writing lyrics seriously, it wasn't him who sang, but us who wrote songs..."

"The heavens and the earth are passing by in a hurry, the tide rises and falls, life and death turn white, how many people can see through it..."

"I lost again this time."

Wang Jianing looked at Han Zhou: "I will be the producer of these two songs, and I will make the arrangement so wonderful that the fans' minds will explode after listening to them!"

However, when Wang Jianing spoke, Han Zhou was writing a song.

Zhao Qiao, who said he was going to leave before, also came back silently, where he was watching Han Zhou write songs.

Han Zhou wrote songs very fast, writing them crackling.

Han Zhou's handwriting is not bad, to be precise, it is very individual, with iron and silver hooks. In Han Zhou's own words, it is not calligraphy, but swordsmanship.

Zhang Yang's font is easy to see clearly.

Han Zhou, who wrote quickly, stopped halfway through writing, thinking.

Zhao Qiao breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought that this pervert really didn't need to think about writing lyrics for a new song, he could just raise his hand. It turned out that he had to think about it."

In fact, Han Zhou really didn't need to think about it.

What do you need to think about when copying?
But now Han Zhou wrote "Listen to Mom" ​​and wrote the lyrics "The God of Gamblers is your future father" and "Because Zhang Geshen is about to sing goodbye" Here, I have to think about it.

There is no God of Gamblers or God of Songs in this world.

So these two sentences must be changed.

Han Zhou thought for a long time, 'By the way, I will meet Chen Feng, so you can show off to your classmates, Tian Wang is your future friend. '

'You will start to like pop songs, because Liu Yiling started to sing "Field". '

After writing this song, Han Zhou wrote another song to match it with the fastest speed.

At this time, Liu Jianxi wiped away his tears, and took out the sheet music he was reading: "That's all, let An Lan sing this."

Zhao Qiao and Wang Jianing turned his head to look, and saw that the title of this song was "Father's Prose Poem".

"It's not as good as "Walking in a Smart Way"."

"It's a far cry from "The Moon Represents My Heart."

Liu Jianxi said loudly: "You fart!"

At this time, An Lan had already walked into the recording studio, took a look at the piece of paper, put it down and said, "I won't sing this song."

Several people looked at An Lan.

An Lan looked at Han Zhou: "My father is low-educated and can't write prose poems."

Liu Jianxi was anxious: "This is not about prose poetry, look at the lyrics!"

An Lan looked at Liu Jianxi, and continued to complain: "My father is also very bad at math, and he has money, so he has no borrowed accounts to keep."

Han Zhou handed out the newly written "Listen to Mother's Words": "You sing this song."

After reading the lyrics, An Lan fell silent, picked up Han Zhou and wrote the song for herself, and gritted her teeth: "Do you really want to sing these two songs?"

Han Zhou nodded: "Only these two songs."

This song "Listen to Mom" ​​was written for An Lan, and the lyrics in it were also written by Han Zhou for An Lan.

The lyrics read:

music is your trump card

Take the ace and talk about love

well!I don't want to teach you badly

just listen to mom
fall in love later
i know your future
But mom knows better than me...

An Lan said seriously: "Okay, sing."

Han Zhou put away the other songs, leaving two newly written ones and two "Moon": "These four songs will be sung in the final."

"I've already done the arrangement, and I can start recording when the musicians are found."

An Lan: "Let's start recording the day after tomorrow, write the arrangement and write it for the musicians, let them practice slowly, and go to my school to play tomorrow."

The others stared at An Lan, then at Han Zhou, thinking: What do you mean?I'm about to start writing the arrangement of the song I just wrote, and I'm going to finish it in half a day?
"Okay." In front of these musicians and gold medal songwriters, Han Zhou agreed decisively.

It doesn't really matter where An Lan takes Han Zhou to play. The important thing is that this is the first and last date between An Lan and Han Zhou after Han Zhou chose to part ways with An Lan.

Liu Jianxi held Han Zhou's hand: "These songs are for An Lan. After the show is over, An Lan will release a new album with these songs."

"These songs...are very expensive." Han Zhou looked at Liu Jianxi seriously.

Liu Jianxi didn't care: "I bought it."

"Okay." Han Zhou's eyes glowed: "Speaking of which, I can write better songs!"

(End of this chapter)