Lian Zong: I work hard but let others get ahead of me

Chapter 68 Too many lemon slices

The moment Xu Zhe'an knew the weather tomorrow, he had already decided what song to write for Tang Shiying.

Although his creative ability is average, he is still a talented music student. His musical skills are still very solid, and his vision and aesthetics are generally correct.

Regarding Tang Shiying's voice, he thinks that this kind of melancholy song with a bit of sadness is definitely more suitable.

After deciding on the song, he crossed out the other three songs in the book, and then took advantage of his free time to write down the lyrics and arrangement ideas.

In the evening, the program team will leave time for everyone to write songs, so there is plenty of time.

But for Xu Zhe'an, as long as he chooses the right song, the rest doesn't matter.

While Xu Zhe'an was writing and scratching in his notebook, Tang Shiying came over curiously.

"What are you doing?"

"Write songs."

"Ah, are you already writing lyrics?" Tang Shiying blinked when she saw Xu Zhe'an writing.

As we all know, most of the process of writing songs is to have the music first and then the lyrics. A very small number of songs have the lyrics first and then the music.

Composing music based on words is very difficult and most people don't do it.

So obviously, since Xu Zhe'an is writing lyrics, the song has probably already been written.

"I only wrote a short chorus melody last night. Well, I have to write it." Tang Shiying didn't have much sense of urgency at first, but when she saw Xu Zhe'an started, she felt a little more urgent.

In fact, it should have been.

The plan for this afternoon is to find inspiration and write songs, and at least complete a framework, so that I will have most of the day tomorrow for final adjustments and modifications.

Tang Shiying quickly sat up from the recliner and hurriedly ran upstairs to get her guitar.

Originally, she wanted to go back to the courtyard and start composing, but when writing songs, she is actually more taboo about noisy environments, so Tang Shiying thought about it and simply ran to the front of the villa to compose with her guitar in hand.

She came to the front door of the villa alone, closed her eyes and began to regain her composure.

Inexplicably, the bridge section where I took shelter from the rain at the cable car station that day came to mind.

Emotions become a little sensitive, and inspiration breeds in this sensitive emotion.

She played the guitar gently, and the melody surged out intermittently.

The story bends and the tassels sway.

In the lazy afternoon, yesterday's rainy day soaked today's memories, and then turned into a melody on my fingertips.

"I have to write songs too." When Han Zhilan saw Tang Shiying leaving, he also sat up and stretched.

The exquisite curves are the only cool comfort in the sticky summer, but Xu Zhe'an has no intention of admiring them and is still writing lyrics.

Han Zhilan returned to the room, took the guitar back, and thought of the scene between the two at the beach.

At that time, after Xu Zhe'an sang a song "Ming Ming Ji", Han Zhilan, who was fascinated by the song, suddenly felt inspired.

The urge to write songs can be said to come naturally.

As for now.

She turned to look at Zong Zelu, who was still sleeping, and suddenly felt that she had no motivation.

I'm going to write a note here
No, a goddess cannot say bad words.

Han Zhilan knew that Tang Shiying had gone to another place to create, and she was thinking about where she should go.

"You write here, I'm ready." Xu Zhe'an closed the notebook and said.

Han Zhilan couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I really have no inspiration. I don't even know what to do."

Xu Zhe'an was stunned: "Didn't you write it out at all?"

"I wrote it a little bit, but I'm just not satisfied with it, especially the lyrics. I don't even know what I'm writing."

When Han Zhilan wrote songs before, he had too many pictures in his mind:
The seaside, the beach, the playhouse, and some mean boy.

Now words.

It's just an empty head, occasionally with a little bit of Zong Zelu's strange English words.
Xu Zhe'an rubbed his chin: "Why don't you show it to me and I'll give you some advice."

Xu Zhe'an is not good at creating things out of thin air, but he is more than enough to give others some advice.

In particular, his writing skills are still good. If he can't create the melody by himself, he can always give some suggestions on the lyrics. "Okay, take a look."

Han Zhilan handed Xu Zhe'an the notebook he had just taken from the room and asked him to read the lyrics.

Xu Zhe'an flipped through the lyrics and shook his head.

"The writing is really not very graphic."

He recalled the image of Zong Zelu, thought for a while and said:

"For example, this sentence can be changed to 'You walking towards me make me so ready to move'."

Teacher Xu Zhe'an immediately started talking and put forward a lot of constructive opinions on the song written by Han Zhilan.

Han Zhilan listened carefully, but his mind slowly drifted with the summer wind.

Floating, it floated to Xu Zhe'an's serious side face.

His eyelashes are quite long.

Han Zhilan thought inexplicably.

……

At this time, our Zong Zelu was still sleeping.

……

"Ah ho, it's finished!"

Tang Shiying finished writing the last part of the melody in her notebook and stood up happily.

She started writing songs from around one or two in the afternoon. Although it was intermittent, it was generally going well.

And it’s not just the melody, it’s probably because the images of the memories in her mind are too strong. She also wrote the lyrics unusually smoothly, and the whole song came together in one go.

[The eaves sheltering from the rain, the soaked left shoulder
What you see after the rain is the smiling face of the rainbow.]

After singing the lyrics she had written a cappella, Tang Shiying felt that her writing was really good.

Yesterday's scene came to my mind.

Instead of rushing back to the courtyard, she went to the kitchen first, intending to make four glasses of lemon juice.

There are always lemons in the villa, which are prepared by the program team. The eight of them often make a cup by themselves to quench their thirst in the hot summer.

Tang Shiying cut the lemons, put them into the cup piece by piece, and then poured pure water into it.

Holding the plate, she walked carefully to the courtyard step by step, fearing that the four glasses of lemonade would be spilled.

Finally approaching the courtyard, she was about to call everyone to come and drink lemon juice, but her voice suddenly stopped.

In front of them, Han Zhilan and Xu Zhe'an were chatting about something.

Xu Zhe'an was talking very seriously, and Han Zhilan seemed to be listening very seriously.

But Tang Shiying could see it from this angle, and Han Zhilan's eyes always drifted towards Xu Zhe'an's side face.

She held her chin up and smiled.

The picture is surprisingly harmonious.

And he happened to have his back to the camera, so he couldn't be photographed.

Tang Shiying paused for a moment, then walked over with a normal expression.

"Are you guys writing songs too? Let's take a break and have a drink."

The two noticed Tang Shiying coming over, and they happened to be a little thirsty. They quickly stopped communicating, picked up the water glass in front of them and drank.

"Have you finished writing your song?" Xu Zhe'an asked Tang Shiying while drinking.

"Ah."

Tang Shiying's voice was muffled, like the chirping of cicadas in summer.

She took a sip of lemonade and felt that there might be too many lemon slices in it, making it a bit sour.

(End of this chapter)