superstar of life

Chapter 53 Lin Xiaoqi's Song

"I don't have any relationship experience, and these two poems are very tiring to write. Most of them are based on some novels or movies." Yang Xiuyuan explained.

This explanation is that Yang Xiuyuan was afraid that Qu Xiuyi would be too surprised, after all, he wrote two poems in one day.

But to Qu Xiuyi's ears, it had a different meaning. He breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered in his heart, people who engage in art are a bit scary!

Qu Xiuyi never doubted that Yang Xiuyuan would not be able to write. He knew that Yang Xiuyuan could sing. He used to listen to the song you several times every day when he came home from get off work. In her heart, she had already accepted that Yang Xiuyuan had creative talent.

For some reason, Qu Xiuyi didn't want Yang Xiuyuan to sing these two songs, and after thinking about it, he said: "There are too many songs about love and love, why don't you jump out of this theme and write with your real experience, just like It’s the same as your song in the past, I have a special feeling when I listen to that song.”

Yang Xiuyuan stretched out his hand: "Okay, give me the notebook, I'm thinking about it."

Qu Xiuyi smiled and handed over the notebook.

Gently rubbing the temples, what works?The kind beyond love?

Searching in that memory is not an easy task, like searching a very thick book, page by page.

Of course, it would be much better to have keywords.

For example, Regret, Yang Xiuyuan found the song Regret almost instantly.

Qu Xiuyi on the side held his hands and looked at Yang Xiuyuan quietly. There was a hypothesis in his mind, what would life be like if he really got together with this man?
Yang Xiuyuan suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head, and met Qu Xiuyi's eyes.

Why does this look look like looking at a pet?Yang Xiuyuan made up his own brain, and the play came out.

Qu Xiuyi blushed slightly, but did not look away, and said, "I heard that your performance is at the Shudu Conservatory of Music?"

"Shudu Conservatory of Music? How do you know?"

"The program team told me that the program team has traveled all over the major music academies in Huaguo. Speaking of which, the intention of this program is indeed very good. To stimulate Huaguo's original music, the effect is only mediocre."

In the last season, there were several academic newcomers. How was the work?It can only be said to be quite satisfactory.

The actual effect is mediocre, and the achievements are only to create an original atmosphere of Huaguo music.

From Qu Xiuyi's point of view, Xiao Jincheng took it for granted, but this person is worthy of respect, and he has always wanted to make some contributions to Huaguo's music industry.

Yang Xiuyuan thought back, as if he didn't ask, if it was really at the Shudu Conservatory of Music, at least there was an acquaintance there.

"These are things that the boss should consider. I just need to think about it and get through this issue." Yang Xiuyuan smiled.

Qu Xiuyi looked at him with a smile, these words are all lies, how could a person like Yang Xiuyuan not study the general environment.

If Yang Xiuyuan knew what Qu Xiuyi was thinking, he would probably blush, but this time he really didn't study it.

"Okay, I have to go, come on, I'll go to Shudu to listen to your singing." Qu Xiuyi got up.

It was getting late, Yang Xiuyuan sent Qu Xiuyi downstairs.

Upstairs, although people from Lin Xiaoqi's studio came, he locked himself in the room.

Still on the balcony, Lin Xiaoqi's eyes were red.

in memory

there is a dark night

Dad will always light a dim lamp

Grandma's line
wearing needles

laughing

The insole has several layers
test paper on the table
I remember it was 79 points
This scene is what Lin Xiaoqi dreamed many times after his father left. He has written many songs, but he never included his parents.

dare not write.

The theme this time is regret. The biggest regret in his life is that he didn't cherish his father when he was around.

It wasn't until my father went to another world that I couldn't sleep all night because of him.

He doesn't want to write simple words. If he writes about himself, the process is a bit cruel, and he needs to recall it over and over again.

The score of 79 was a turning point in his life. His grades were very poor in the past. Once he got a score of 79 out of nowhere. This score was average in the class, but his parents were very happy when they found out.

He will remember that scene all his life.

But at that time, his fun was.

There is a curved almond tree at the back door
The swing above is kudzu vine
Papa's Broken Slingshot

I have been chasing the sound of birds for several years
After writing this, Lin Xiaoqi couldn't write anymore. Too much of his childhood fun was related to his father.

The kudzu swing was made by my father, and the broken slingshot was made by my father stealing my mother's rubber band.

The more I write, the more I collapse.

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, there was a knock on Lin Xiaoqi's door.

"Boss, it's time to eat." The voice outside was Hei Zi.

Hei Zai's full name is Zhang Jian, and he is in charge of arranging music in Lin Xiaoqi's studio.

Lin Xiaoqi stood up and wiped away the tears that were about to fall. He swore that he never thought of bloody things. He was crying while writing a song. What Shabi did at this time.

But the subject is too fucked up to write about.

The door opened, and Hei Zai noticed that Lin Xiaoqi was in a bad mood, and said with a smile, "Did you write yourself down?"

Lin Xiaoqi threw the notebook in his hand to Hei Zai.

Hei Zai saw it and understood, he knew about the boss, his father passed away due to illness last year.

"I think we should change the theme?"

Lin Xiaoqi shook her head: "I'm not as weak as you think. I've had this idea since last year. It's not good to avoid it all the time. I might as well just write it out this time."

Lin Xiaoqi had written a few times before, but she didn't dare to write, thinking that she was in debt, how should she write?
Thinking about it now, I still have to write a work for my father, even if he can't hear it anymore.

Cherish the people in front of you.

After dinner, Yang Xiuyuan still sat under the lamp and meditated.

When it comes to regrets in life, love is indeed a bit petty.

Flipping through that memory, Yang Xiuyuan finally found a piece of work.

After reading the lyrics like reading, Yang Xiuyuan took a deep breath.

In that memory, I looked at the singer's own singing.

Yang Xiuyuan sat in front of the desk, dazed for a long time.

It turns out that some seniors have already thought so much about the exploration of life, and even wrote a song.

Time passed day by day, compared with Lin Xiaoqi, Yang Xiuyuan seemed not in such a hurry.

On May [-]rd, Lin Xiaoqi had already joined the band, while Yang Xiuyuan was still practicing singing alone in the recording studio.

And one practice is one day.

The program crew started to worry about Yang Xiuyuan, so they can play the piano alone when they can't perform?

On May [-]th, seeing Yang Xiuyuan still sneaked into the recording studio, Qiu Li also entered the recording studio on behalf of the program group, ready to communicate with Yang Xiuyuan.

As a result, Qiu Li listened to Yang Xiuyuan sing from the beginning to the end, and then her eyes came out with red eyes, and she didn't care about Yang Xiuyuan anymore.

Yang Xiuyuan has a certain degree of confidence in the works he wants to present, the most important thing is that he, as a singer, must sing well.

You have to find the resonance of this song and really understand this song.

As for the arrangement, in Yang Xiuyuan's opinion, it is redundant. The most important thing about this song is emotion.

(End of this chapter)