The days when I retired with the queen of music

Chapter 12 Flute
Lu Anzhi scratched his head and said, "I don't know how to guide others. How about... I'll show you the draft of the third part of "Dragon Race"?"

Zhang Suxin was taken aback: "So the third part is also a tragedy?"

Lu Anzhi said: "That's right."

Zhang Suxin: "..."

Strong resentment surged in Zhang Suxin's heart, Zhang Suxin suddenly started to write and draw on the paper.

Seeing this, Lu Anzhi asked, "Are you inspired?"

While continuing to write, Zhang Suxin quietly said: "I have a feeling, but it doesn't meet Yuege's requirements."

Lu Anzhi leaned over to have a look.He has kept too many works from his previous life in his memory, and he has unknowingly integrated his knowledge of music theory, musical instruments and other aspects.

Zhang Suxin simply wrote the beginning of the score, but only from the beginning of the score, Lu Anzhi could also taste the strong unhappiness and resentment.

In short, the emotion of the song is quite intense.

Is there such a big resentment?
Lu Anzhi didn't understand.He watched "Dragon Race" just for entertainment. Although he felt lost after watching the third part, he was not so unhappy that he wanted to complain.

Of course, Zhang Suxin's situation is not enough to complain, but it is too exaggerated for Lu Anzhi to be able to write a song.

Maybe... singer-songwriters are just that awesome?
Lu Anzhi didn't disturb Zhang Suxin, just watched quietly from the side.

The former little queen of the music scene is really good. Lu Anzhi saw that she was writing and drawing in a trance, as if imitating the impression of the music in her mind first, and then composing it.

As for the score on paper, he saw that the quality was not low.

Halfway through writing, Zhang Suxin stopped, exhaled lightly, and sighed:
"That's it. Tragedy is tragedy. It's not a tragedy like Xia Mi. Anyway, you are a tragic author. Can I still count on you to write a perfect ending?"

Lu Anzhi: "..."

The resentment in these words has not yet dissipated.

And it seemed that because of the emotional rendering of the music, her resentment was even heavier.

"Why don't you finish writing?"

Lu Anzhi asked.

Zhang Suxin said: "I only have this idea for the time being, save it first, and finish it later. This is irrelevant, and this single appointment song is useless."

Lu Anzhi asked: "Then do you want to read the manuscript?"

Zhang Suxin shook her head and said, "Forget it. I'm afraid I can only finish the song after watching it."

Lu Anzhi: "..."

Zhang Suxin continued to worry about herself.Soliciting drafts for new songs is related to her livelihood, so it's no wonder she cares so much.

Lu Anzhi said: "Why don't you try to play the piano and write songs at the same time? I'm just watching Xianxian here."

It doesn't look difficult for Xianxian to fall asleep.It's just that this little girl sleeps dishonestly, rolling over here and there, Lu Anzhi needs to be careful not to let her fall out of bed.

Just for a while, Xiao Xianxian's body has turned [-] degrees, and she is lying on the head of the bed to sleep, her little head resting on Zhang Suxin's slender waist.

Lu Anzhi felt that he was still competent for the job.

But Zhang Suxin said: "No need. When I wrote songs before, I had to try to play the piano, but since I gave birth to Xianxian, I have become more and more proficient at conceiving music in my head."

Lu Anzhi praised: "Then you are really amazing."

Zhang Suxin smiled at Lu Anzhi, and said worriedly: "But I can't write a new song..."

Lu Anzhi thought for a while and said, "How about, when Xianxian wakes up later, I'll sing a song for you to listen to, and try to find some inspiration?"

In his previous life, every time he had the desire to write online articles, he was always reading other novels.

Or the novel he was reading was too hot or lacking, which made him want to write a book, or the chapters and plots he was reading inspired him, so he couldn't help opening the document and writing the beginning.

He has never written a song, but all he thinks is creation. The same method may also be useful.

Zhang Suxin's eyes lit up: "You wrote it yourself?"

After seeing Lu Anzhi's "Two Tigers", Zhang Suxin has great confidence in Lu Anzhi's creative ability.

She also tried to create children's songs, knowing that children's music is not so easy to write.

Anyway, she had been brewing for a long time, but she didn't brew it in the end.

Lu Anzhi nodded and said, "Yes."

He does not shy away from and contradict the fact that he copied songs, otherwise, he would not have copied books.If he resisted, how could he live so well in this world?

The inexhaustible works in memory are gifts from his previous life.He wouldn't be short on the stupidity of having a treasure chest and throwing it away.

Of course, singing this time is not like copying books, and it is not used to make money.Just to help Zhang Suxin find inspiration.

After all, Zhang Suxin's song about her was not his own, and if he wrote it himself, he might not be able to earn much money from the song.

Even if you want to make money by writing songs in the future, you need to carefully consider the selection of songs and the opportunity to sell songs.

Zhang Suxin became interested, she cheered up and said: "Okay, when Xianxian wakes up later, please go to the piano room to sing. I will listen carefully."

While talking, Xianxian on the bed suddenly shuddered, raised her head, opened her misty eyes to look at Zhang Suxin, then at Lu Anzhi, then pointed to a direction and said, "The piano room is over there."

Both Zhang Suxin and Lu Anzhi laughed.I really don't know how long this little girl woke up, and even opened her eyes to point them in the direction.

Lu Anzhi opened his arms.The little girl smiled and crawled towards Lu Anzhi.

Then Lu Anzhi picked up Xianxian and said, "Come on, Xianxian will show Dad the way."

"there."

Xianxian pointed to the bedroom door.Said smartly.The little guy crawled from the bed into Lu Anzhi's arms, already fully refreshed.

Lu Anzhi followed Xianxian's guidance out of the bedroom.Zhang Suxin smiled slightly and followed behind.

"there."

Xianxian pointed to another room.

That room is closed.Lu Anzhi went to open the door, and saw a piano against the wall in the room, a guitar hanging on the wall, and a cabinet opposite, with violins, flutes, etc. inside.

Lu Anzhi said: "You have a lot of musical instruments."

Zhang Suxin said: "That's all. I don't have enough space here to put too many musical instruments. That's all, most of them have become mere toys now."

Lu Anzhi smiled and said: "That's good, I have cultivated Xianxian's music quality since childhood."

Zhang Suxin also laughed: "She is still so young, she doesn't understand anything, what can she cultivate?"

"That's impossible to say."

Lu Anzhi walked to the side of the cabinet, pointed to the flute inside through the transparent glass cabinet door and said, "Can I use this?"

Zhang Suxin's cheeks flushed slightly, but she did not refuse, and said, "It's okay. Just use it."

She played the flute with Xianxian recently, and only played it for Xianxian...

Before she finished speaking, Xianxian rushed to open the cabinet door, took out the flute, and handed it to Lu Anzhi: "Papa!"

Lu Anzhi took the flute and put it down, first tried the tone, and it felt right, then put the flute to his mouth and started playing.

There is a song in memory, when the flute sounds, it is the prelude to kill.

Zhang Suxin was stunned when she heard this.

(End of this chapter)