From teaching to superstar

Chapter 407 "We are the world"

The night is already deep.

Hu Yang wrapped the clothes around his body, sat at the desk and gently rubbed his temples.

He is thinking about what song should be written for the United Nations Charity Ambassador.

First of all, it must be a foreign language song, in line with the values ​​of the people of Western countries.

The problem is that he didn't pay much attention to foreign songs in his previous life, mainly because foreign languages ​​were not that good.

Simple daily communication is okay, but business negotiations or composing lyrics and music are definitely not at this level.

He has only heard those classic and famous foreign language songs.

Of course, in this life, he is also an outstanding graduate of Huaguo Central Conservatory of Music.

It is relatively easy to write above the standard.

But if it is a classic song, it is really hard to come by.

Now he is just thinking about it, thinking that his skull hurts and he hasn't thought about going out yet.

Silently opened a pack of cigarettes, went outside to the balcony and lit the cigarettes in the cool breeze.

He doesn't smoke normally, but only at this time can he smoke one or two.

He knew that his old acquaintance, the smoker Liu Shifu (appeared in Chapter 64), died of lung cancer.

Therefore, Populus euphratica will never be smoked when it is possible.

He also strongly discourages smoking and drinking.

It's just that when I was in the snow area, it was too difficult for a person to miss his wife, so I learned it.

Surrounded by smoke, the face of Populus euphratica under the moonlight is somewhat blurred.

The teaching buildings in the distance have already been extinguished, and only the night owls who stay up late playing games in the student dormitory area in the distance continue to worry about it.

I don't know how long it took, but the smoke has already turned into ashes.

Hu Yang walked quickly to the study room, picked up a pen and wrote "we are the world" on the stave.

It was written by Michael Jackson, an existence that cannot be ignored in the history of past life music.

At the same time, Hu Yang also thought of another song he wrote, which is also suitable for singing in charity occasions.

It's just that he chose this one.

After thinking about it, writing lyrics myself is very fast.

But composing is more difficult.

This is a very classic song, but it is not widely spread, especially in Huaguo, a non-foreign language area.

If it wasn't for his space dancing when he was young in his previous life, he probably wouldn't have listened to his songs much.

Hu Yang began to compose, humming the song in a low voice, looking for a suitable scale.

Without a real musical instrument in hand, some notes were not so accurate, and he was not sure.

Besides, even if there is, it can't be used.

It's late at night now, and it's not good to disturb the parents-in-law and the others to sleep.

Just as Populus euphratica was concentrating on composing the music, the door was quietly opened.

"Xiao Yang, it's already past three o'clock, why are you still awake?" Father-in-law asked softly, looking at Hu Yang who was lying at his desk sleepily.

Song Xuanzhe knew that he started getting sleepy before eleven o'clock every day,
It's this time and I haven't slept yet, can I not be confused?
Hu Yang turned his head and saw Song Xuanzhe holding the doorknob.

Whispered: "Dad, you go to bed first, I still have something to do here, I'm afraid I'll forget it."

Looking at Populus euphratica, there is also some tiredness on his face.

Song Xuanzhe said: "You finish your work early and go to bed quickly, don't stay up too long."

He didn't tell Populus euphratica to go to sleep right away, but told him not to wait too long.

He knew that Hu Yang must have his own reasons.

"Well, Dad, go to bed first, it's almost finished." Hu Yang yawned and said.

The framework of the song is almost ready, and he is going to finish it quickly, and the rest will be discussed tomorrow.

Because Populus euphratica doesn't stay up very much, Song Xuanzhe is very tired now.

But you have to hold on for a while.

Song Xuanzhe looked at so many staves on the table, nodded and said a few words before closing the door gently.

After his father-in-law left, Hu Yang picked up his teacup, took a sip of strong tea to refresh himself, and rubbed his face.

Go ahead and start composing.
Finally finished it before 04:30.

After one inspection, Populus euphratica was already exhausted.

Write a note and put it on: Don't clean up!
He was afraid that when his mother-in-law or Xiao Xiaoxiao cleaned up the study room tomorrow, he would tidy it up when he saw the mess inside.

Then I confuse the order for myself, and then I have to do it all over again, which is very troublesome.

That's why I left this note.

At noon, Hu Yang opened his blood-red eyes.

In fact, he woke up once after six o'clock, but at that time he was so tired that he continued to sleep with his head covered without even opening his eyes.

Just after waking up, Hu Yang felt that his throat was a little dry and not so comfortable.

As a Cantonese, he knew it was caused by staying up late and getting angry.

If it was in Guangdong Province, Populus euphratica would definitely run to the street and drink a cup of bitter herbal tea immediately to get angry.

It's a pity that this is Rongcheng, the world of hot pot.

He has lived here for so long, and he has never seen such a thing as herbal tea there.

I can't stand it, it must be Huoxiang Zhengqi Water.

If it is serious, it must go to the hospital, which is why the anorectal department in the Land of Abundance is the best in Huaguo.

There is still a reason.

"Mom, do you have mung beans at home?" Hu Yang asked hoarsely.

"Brother-in-law, what's the matter with your throat? Did you get angry last night?" Xiao Xiaoxiao, who was making milk powder for the child, asked.

In the morning, Song Xuanzhe told them.

Tell them not to disturb Populus euphratica's sleep, and at the same time ask them to keep their voices down.

"It's already boiled, and it's freezing in the refrigerator. Mom will take it out for you." Qiao Jinwen walked over and said.

"Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?" She asked worriedly while opening the refrigerator.

"It's nothing. It should be fine tomorrow. If it gets worse by then, let's talk about it."

Populus euphratica This is a typical thinking of Chinese people.

If there are any minor problems in the body, usually we can get through them on our own.

Definitely don't want to go to the hospital.

Mainly there is a natural resistance to it.

Absolutely don't go if you can't.

Of course, Populus euphratica is not the kind of person who avoids medical treatment.

After drinking mung bean syrup, Populus euphratica felt much more comfortable in his throat.

After eating a few mouthfuls casually, he went into the study.

No one has moved it, or if it was moved at first, try to put it back in place.

Hu Yang looked at the messy notes on the stave, but these were all beautiful language.

Since I stayed up all night to make a rough framework, the rest is naturally not that difficult, it's all hard work.

Hu Yang wrote slowly.

I finally wrote a song score that satisfied me at around eight o'clock in the evening.

Of course, this is the first draft and will continue to be revised.

Find a recording studio tomorrow and try it out to see how it works and what needs to be changed.

The main thing is to play it with a real instrument. Those scales are higher or lower, and there is an obvious contrast.

But these are little things.

(End of this chapter)