I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 87 The Tangle Caused by the Arrangement of "Chi Ling"
The next day.

Qin Muchu and Zhou Huimin came to Emperor together again.

The front desk had already been ordered to allow the two of them to enter the company.

"Are you familiar with Boss Yang? You two kept talking and laughing last night." Zhou Huimin asked.

"He and I are uncles and nephews who hit it off right away." Qin Muchu said seriously.

If it weren't for Zhou Huimin's little tail, perhaps the revolutionary friendship between him and Boss Yang would have been stronger and he would have achieved one of the "three irons in life".

"It was like old friends at first sight? My uncle and nephew?"

When Zhou Huimin was still struggling with how these two words could be used together, the two of them had already arrived at the door of the recording studio yesterday.

"Dong dong dong."

Qin Muchu knocked on the door.

"Is there anyone here so early? Teacher Hong probably hasn't come yet."

They came very early, and it's not even seven o'clock.

After all, you are begging others to do things, and you can't make others wait.

As soon as Zhou Huimin finished speaking, the door of the recording studio opened, and thick white smoke spread out from the door, just like the heaven in Journey to the West.

Surrounded by smoke, a figure slowly appeared.

"Fuck!"

Qin Muchu was startled, pulled Zhou Huimin away and backed away.

As the smoke gradually thickened, the figure slowly became clear.

Chicken coop-like messy hair, each strand seems to be facing in a different direction.

The haggard face seemed to have been squandered more than a dozen times in one night, especially those eyes, the panda looked at it and called it expert.

"Teacher Hong, are you cultivating immortals inside?" Qin Muchu asked hesitantly.

Hong Jingyao's current appearance is too sharp. Yesterday he was a cool and handsome uncle, but today he is a performance artist under the flyover.

"Quick...cough cough cough."

The voice was hoarse, as if pulling a dilapidated bellows or opening a rusty door.

After a violent cough, his voice became slightly normal.

"Come with me."

Hong Jingyao's expression was exhausted, but his spirit was very excited, and his eyes surrounded by dark circles were extremely bright.

He rushed to Qin Muchu in two steps, took his arm and walked towards the recording studio.

"Director Qin, these ten songs of yours are too challenging!"

Hong Jingyao pulled Qin Muchu to a table, which was covered with papers, with all kinds of lines drawn in a mess.

Not only on the table, but also on the ground, there were balls of paper thrown everywhere.

Smelling the almost suffocating smell of smoke in the house, Qin Muchu hastily opened all the doors and windows.

"Mr. Hong, you didn't go back to rest last night?" Qin Muchu asked.

Hong Jingyao was lying on the table, searching for something among a pile of papers, and when he heard Qin Muchu's words, he replied without raising his head:
"No, I thought about the idea of ​​​​arranging the song last night.

Your nine songs are so different...I found it! "

Hong Jingyao pulled out a stack of papers from a pile of papers, then swung his arms, swept all the papers on the table to the floor, and then placed the stacks of papers in his hand on the table one by one in order.

He pointed to one of the papers, raised his head and said excitedly to Qin Muchu:
"Come on, look here, other songs are fine, but I'm not sure about this song "Chi Ling".

Combining opera and pop music, I originally thought of arranging the song according to the idea of ​​"Fearless", but I found it inappropriate and awkward.

Last night, I spent more than half of my time working on this song. Opera tunes and pop music. Obviously, "Fearless" has these three elements. I have also composed many songs that contain these elements. Why is it wrong?Why not! "

Hong Jingyao seemed to have fallen into an unusually stubborn state, as if he was asking Qin Muchu, or himself.

He reached out to touch the cigarette case in his pocket, but there was no cigarette in it, so he left the cigarette case on the ground casually, scratching his hair in boredom.

Qin Muchu knew how Hong Jingyao's hairstyle full of "personality and rebellion" was formed.

He didn't expect Hong Jingyao to do this for a "voluntary production". He admired it but couldn't bear it:

"Teacher Hong..."

Just as he was about to speak, a person walked in unsteadily.

It's Zhou Huimin.

She held two cups in her hand and several lunch boxes in her arms.

"Quickly pick it up, it's about to drop, it's about to drop."

Qin Muchu hurried forward to take the things.

"Where did you go?"

"Looking at Mr. Hong's appearance, I guess he didn't sleep all night, so I went down and bought him coffee and breakfast."

Zhou Huimin's hands and feet were "liberated" by Qin Muchu, and she kept panting heavily.

In order to buy these things, she ran all the way when she went, and was careful not to spill the coffee when she came back.

"Here, yours." Zhou Huimin handed Qin Muchu a cup, "This cup is milk."

Qin Muchu took it, thought for a while before drinking:
"Let's give it to Teacher Hong. After drinking it, let him sleep, and then drink coffee and can't stand it without sleep."

After all, Qin Muchu still can't be as cruel as a capitalist.

"I can do it, I don't want milk, give me coffee!"

Suddenly Hong Jingyao shouted from behind.

Qin Muchu turned around:

"Teacher Hong..."

"Give me coffee! If I can't figure out the arrangement of this song, I won't die!" Hong Jingyao was very serious.

Qin Muchu nodded helplessly, took a cup of coffee and sent it over.

Looking at Hong Jingyao, who was drinking coffee but whose eyes were empty, and who was obviously preoccupied with other things, Qin Muchu wanted to see if he could help:
"Mr. Hong, you said it feels wrong, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Yes, you wrote the song, come and listen to it!"

Hong Jingyao's empty eyes suddenly became focused, "Gudu Gudu" finished their coffee, got up and dragged Qin Muchu to the room filled with music yesterday.

He sat in front of a guzheng and began to play it.

The guzheng sounded like pearls and jade, and Qin Muchu listened carefully.

Soon, the playing is over.

"I used the arrangement idea of ​​"Fearless" and used Guzheng, which has more historical flavor, but it feels wrong, like wearing the wrong clothes, do you understand? Men wear women's clothes, and children wear adult clothes ..."

Hong Jingyao frowned and sat on the chair, and began to think about it again, falling into his own entangled world.

Qin Muchu thought for a while, combined with the memories he had heard in his previous life, and tried his best to restore the original song in his mind.

However, he is not a professional music student, and he doesn't know what instrument the accompaniment of "Red Ling" is played in memory.

After listening to the sounds of so many musical instruments yesterday, he initially gained some recognition ability, but the sound of the main musical instrument accompaniment to "Red Ling" in his memory is very different from the sound of yesterday's musical instruments.

That means the instrument was not used yesterday?
Qin Muchu looked at the dazzling array of musical instruments in the room, his eyes swept over the cello, violin, piano, melodina...

These are all used.

So what else?

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on a black musical instrument in the corner.

The slender wooden handle is tightly stretched by two strings, and the bottom is like a small drum the size of a palm.

"Teacher Hong." Qin Muchu said.

"Huh?" Hong Jingyao looked up at Qin Muchu, "Why?"

"Have you tried using it?"

Qin Muchu didn't move his eyes, and pointed to the black musical instrument in the corner.

Hong Jingyao looked in the direction Qin Muchu pointed.

In the corner, the musical instrument had been covered with dust since it had not been used for a long time.

"Erhu?"

"Yes, Erhu."

(End of this chapter)