I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 185 Fang Wenshan's Worship
After unraveling his knots that night, Zhou Jianlun became much more lively. He took Qin Muchu to visit various scenic spots in the Bay Area for a few days, and the group photo with Hou Peicen in his arms smiled brightly.

"This one is not bad, this one is also very good-looking, why can't I get this effect with the same camera?"

Zhou Jiaolun grinned as he looked at the photos Qin Muchu had taken of him and Hou one by one.

Qin Muchu, who was listening to "Lun Yan Lun Yu", took a deep breath, covered the ear facing Zhou Jiaolun; glanced at the photo about three fingers thick in Zhou Jiaolun's hand, and turned his head to change the direction.

This special code is not tourism, it is simply to learn photography skills.

In the past two days, I have been taking photos for Zhou Jiaolun and Hou. It is no exaggeration to say that if it is for a photo studio, it can support the studio for two years.

"Unfortunately, you are going to be filming, and there are still many places you haven't visited."

Zhou Jiaolun was finally willing to put down the photos, clicked his tongue, and planned to go back and pick a few of the best-looking ones to frame them, and put the rest in a photo album.

It must be a good memory to look at later.

Qin Muchu didn't think it was a pity at all, he was a quiet person who didn't like to move, and he didn't know Hou well, even though Zhou Jiaolun was there, he still couldn't let go of playing together.

Besides, is it a pity that you didn't play in many places?
You are greedy for my photography skills, you are cheap!
Thinking of this, Qin Muchu stood up, picked up the DSLR and hung it around his neck, his movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

"Hurry up, where are you going to be tortured today, if you miss this village, you won't have this shop."

"What is torture? Didn't you have fun these two days? Xiao Chu, if you say that, I will be sad!"

Zhou Jiaolun "rubbed" and stood up, very quickly.

His expression was as if he had been wronged so much.

Qin Muchu didn't speak, and even looked at him quietly without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Soon.

Zhou Jiaolun was defeated, a little embarrassed, pinched his index finger and thumb together:
"The photos are taken so much that they are lost."

That's right, billions of dollars.

"Say, where are you going?"

Qin Muchu didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and Zhou Jiaolun had already been labeled by him as forgetting friends after seeing sex.

"You misunderstood me! I'm really not a person who forgets friends after seeing sex."

Zhou Jiaolun seemed to have a tacit understanding with Qin Muchu, walked to Qin Muchu's side, and patted his chest.

"You are indeed not a 'person' who forgets friends because of sex." Qin Muchu emphasized the pronunciation of the word "person".

People can't do such a "dog" thing.

Zhou Jiaolun vaguely felt that something was wrong with Qin Muchu's words, but he couldn't figure out where it was.

So he patted Qin Muchu on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"I know you understand me."

As he spoke, he reached out and took off Qin Muchu's SLR that was hanging around his neck:
"No photoshoot today."

"You broke up again last night?"

Qin Muchu narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Quickly recited "Compassion for Farmers" several times in my heart, secretly thinking about my sins.

Before taking pictures, he was also a kind and good person.

It is said that those who love to take pictures in the entertainment industry seem to have no good end, so it is true - the fault is for taking pictures, not him.

"What are you talking about, our relationship is very good, it is impossible to break up!"

Zhou Jiaolun looked confident, and his chest slapped loudly.

pill!

Qin Muchu shook his head, he already knew the ending of "Zhou Houlian", although it might change because of his intervention, but hearing Zhou Jiaolun's flag, there is a high probability that he will be be.

Zhou Jiaolun didn't know what Qin Muchu was thinking, so he put the DSLR on the table:

"We won't go outside to play today. I'll take you to a good place where you can fully display your strengths."

My specialty... emmm, did you peek at me peeing?

Qin Muchu glanced at Zhou Jiaolun,
"Is it the kind of place where people are emotionally excited, sometimes they can't help shouting loudly, and finally they are physically exhausted, but their spirit is very satisfying?"

Zhou Jiaolun thought about Qin Muchu's description. Although it was a bit strange, there was nothing wrong with it.

nod affirmatively,

"That's right!"

"Zhou Jiaolun! I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

Qin Muchu suddenly shouted, pointing at Zhou Jiaolun's heartbroken expression.

And Zhou Jiaolun also had a look of shame on his face:

"I...was a bit too much, but time is really tight, otherwise I wouldn't let you go now..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Muchu interrupted the words:
"That's right! You should have taken me there long ago! Go, go!"

As he spoke, he took Zhou Jiaolun's arm and walked out.

Zhou Jiaolun didn't react, and was dragged forward, still a little dazed:

"Xiao Chu, you really don't mind going..."

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go."

"..."

What else can Zhou Jiaolun say, only moved:
"Xiao Chu, you are really my good brother for life!"

"This is not a good brother, who can be together?"

"That's right, good brother!"

……

after an hour.

Qin Muchu stood in front of the recording studio of a music company called "Javier", his face was full of indifference and incomprehension of the world.

"Are you sure this is the place you want to bring me? I can forgive you for saying that you just came to this place to pick up people."

"What are you talking about? You don't need to pick him up. Fang Wenshan has already arrived, so I don't need to pick him up."

Zhou Jiaolun didn't understand Qin Muchu's suffering at all, patted him on the back, and pushed open the door of the recording studio with a smile on his face.

"Fang Wenshan, I brought Xiao Chu here, and asked you to write the lyrics of a few songs so hard, today I will show you what is the speed of writing lyrics."

Zhou Jiaolun's tone was very casual, with a bit of sarcasm, but Qin Muchu could tell that this was Zhou Jiaolun's tone when he was talking to a good friend.

Moreover, Fang Wenshan?

In the recording room, a man with a knitted hat and a mustache, heard Zhou Jiaolun's words, stopped lying on the table to write, got up and replied unceremoniously:
"If you think it's slow, go find someone else. I haven't hated you for writing slow songs. I split hands so many times a year, and I still have to die every time, and I don't concentrate on writing songs.

When did you give me the song?You still have the face to blame me for writing lyrics slowly, or I will write the lyrics first and then compose the music, okay, classmate Zhou! "

As expected of a writer, he hits the nail on the head.

Qin Muchu secretly admired.

Seeing Zhou Jiaolun opening his mouth but being speechless, he felt even more refreshed.

Should!Let you deceive my pure heart.

College students are lied to, it is simply inhumane.

Fortunately, Fang Wenshan didn't take advantage of the victory to chase after him. After expressing his resentment, he looked at Qin Muchu and instantly changed into a smiling face.

Walking up to Qin Muchu, he shook hands and greeted Qin Muchu:

"Hello, I'm Fang Wenshan. How can the lyrics of the "Lanting Preface" you wrote be so good? It's the pinnacle of national style!"

Looking at the twinkling lights in Fang Wenshan's eyes, Qin Muchu still felt a little ashamed.

This wave is more or less a bit of a crime in front of the husband.

No, even worse.

Because the "husband" didn't know that she was his "wife", and he sincerely praised her for being brave.

Qin Muchu held Fang Wenshan's hand with both hands, bent over and said modestly:

"It was entirely influenced by you. The words "Hair Like Snow" and "Dongfeng Po" inspired me a lot."

"is it?"

"Of course!"

Looking at the two people bragging about each other in business, Zhou Jiaolun couldn't stand it anymore, so he waved his hand and walked between the two to interrupt:

"Don't be modest, the main reason is that my music is well written, and your lyrics are just icing on the cake."

"cut."

"Ha ha."

Two equally disdainful voices sounded.

"Xiao Chu, can I call you like this?" Fang Wenshan looked at Qin Muchu.

"Of course. Then I'll call you...Brother Shan." Qin Muchu replied.

"Brother Shan, uh, it's a little strange, it's okay, it's better than someone being so rude, I'm ten years older than him, call me by my name."

Fang Wenshan hesitated for a moment, agreed to the title, and at the same time did not forget to complain about Zhou Jiaolun.

"It makes you look young by calling me that way, then I'll call you Brother Shan too... No, why don't I call you Brother Shan, hahaha."

As he said that, Zhou Jiaolun smirked by himself.

Fang Wenshan rolled his eyes, ignored Zhou Jiaolun who was intermittently nervous, and said to Qin Muchu:

"Let's go, there is a coffee shop near me that tastes good, let this great composer write his own lyrics, anyway, our lyrics are just icing on the cake."

Qin Muchu understood what Fang Wenshan meant, and also smiled, agreeing:
"Okay, let's go."

With that said, the two walked out the door.

Fang Wenshan did not forget to taunt:

"Student Zhou, come on, you will be the best lyricist in the next Golden Melody Awards."

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhou Jiaolun to let the two of them go, so he closed the door with a "bang", and blocked the door with his arms outstretched.

"It's impossible to walk. If I don't write the lyrics well today, if I want to leave, I have to step on my body."

Qin Muchu and Fang Wenshan looked at each other, and actually saw a tacit understanding in each other's eyes.

So they walked towards Zhou Jianlun in unison.

"What are you doing? Hey, don't touch me. I know how to do it. You can't make it. I'm not responsible for hurting you!"

……

After arguing for a while, several people also began to get down to business.

"So you expect to release an album in November, and it's almost June now, and then you only wrote four songs, and you haven't written lyrics for any of the four songs?"

After hearing Zhou Jiaolun's words, Qin Muchu's eyes were a little incredulous.

After making so many songs, he probably knows the album release process and the time required for each step.

It stands to reason that if the album is released in November, the album should already be in the recording stage by this time.

Because it will take about a month to record the song, plus the promotion in advance to build momentum for the album, even if it has not been recorded at this time, at least the lyrics and music should be done, and the arrangement should start.

But Zhou Jiaolun didn't even write the song well.

"The lyrics of the three songs were not written. Didn't you write one two days ago? "Sweet"." Zhou Jiaolun corrected.

Scratching his head again, a little embarrassed:
"There are too many distractions this year. Besides, didn't you finish Vivian's album from scratch in a month? I think I can do it too, so I didn't pay much attention..."

He is either breaking up or getting back together this year, and he really spends very little time on the album.

And with Qin Muchu's feat of completing the album in one month, Zhou Jiaolun is not so urgent psychologically, he is not in a hurry, there is still more time.

This is not in a hurry, and it is June.

Zhou Jiaolun saw that something was wrong, so he had to hurry.

Because although he composed music very quickly, he forgot that other people's lyrics and arrangements may not be so fast.

Especially Fang Wenshan, recently encountered a bottleneck in writing lyrics, stuck on a song for a long time and couldn't write anything satisfactory, but that song was still a very good song in this album, with a very beautiful tune.

But if the words cannot come out, the emotional tone of the song cannot be determined, and the arrangement cannot be carried out.

So Zhou Jiaolun turned around and suddenly realized... It seems that the album is a little too late.

It just so happened that Qin Muchu came to Guangdong Province at this time. As the "fastest" man in Zhou Jiaolun's heart, Zhou Jiaolun had no choice but to ask Qin Muchu for help, to see if he and Fang Wenshan could write the poem quickly.

"No, you should trust Brother Shan. Brother Shan is just taking a nap, and he will definitely be able to write the best words in two days."

Qin Muchu shook his head and refused.

The main reason is that Fang Wenshan's poems have already been prostituted, so it's really embarrassing to prostitute now.

Fang Wenshan heard that Qin Muchu was praising him, smiled and shook his hand:

"Thank you, thank you. But... what does it mean to hit a shield? Is it beating someone?"

"Oh, it means drowsiness and drowsiness, in Northeast dialect." Qin Muchu explained.

"Northeast dialect?"

Fang Wenshan became interested. After all, he was doing writing work, and he was very interested in languages.

"Well, the northeast dialect and the Wan provincial accent are two extremes..."

Seeing that the two of them were about to go wrong and discuss some dialect, Zhou Jiaolun immediately interrupted:

"I'll talk about that later, now let's talk about writing lyrics."

"I told you that you have to trust Brother Shan. If you give me two more days, you will be able to figure out all the lyrics." Qin Muchu said helplessly.

"Well, I'm really a bit confused this time. Classmate Zhou is too crowded, and that song is very special. I've been thinking about it for two days, and I still have a headache today."

Fang Wenshan stroked his beard, feeling a little embarrassed.

There is a sense of shame in my heart that I have betrayed the trust of others.

Of course it's not Zhou Jiaolun, but Qin Muchu.

How could he trust me so much!

Zhou Jianlun also said:

"It was Fang Wenshan who asked me to call you for help. He said that you wrote the lyrics of "Lanting Preface" very well, and it is the pinnacle of national style lyrics. What about this song, I also want to make it national style, but Fang Wenshan is too weak to write."

"It's just that I have no inspiration for the time being. If you talk about other songs, I won't write lyrics for you!"

Fang Wenshan slapped the table angrily.

Zhou Jiaolun decisively admitted his mistake, like coaxing a child:
"Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay?"

Fang Wenshan just rolled his eyes, ignored him, turned his head and took out some music scores and messy draft paper from the table, and looked at Qin Muchu:

"This is that song, he said he wanted to make it into a national style, but I couldn't think of what to use as a carrier.

You know, something like lyrics, it has to be a story, with "you and me", combining the national style with the story.

Just like your "Lanting Preface":
The facsimile is easy to write, but the fragrance of ink will not fade away, leaving an aftertaste with you. A line of cinnabar, who is circled.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I will wait for your preface, and I will wait for you to write the preface. Once I hang the pen, there will be thousands of waves on the shore. How can I explain the word love, and no matter how I write it, it will not be right...

It's great, it's like writing about love, and it's like writing a copybook, it's alive, love is alive, and the copybook is also alive! "

Speaking of the latter, Fang Wenshan's face was full of fanaticism, and he looked at Qin Muchu like a fanboy looking at an idol.

Qin Muchu touched his nose, it was indeed a bit embarrassing to be praised by the original author for plagiarism.

But Fang Wenshan didn't care about these things. He really loves "lyric writing", so he picked up the draft lyrics he wrote:

"National style, then we have to use things with ancient characteristics of our country, such as tea, there is "Grandpa's Tea", Piba, "Dongfeng Po", including "Hair as Snow", and "Langya Moon"" Beauty" these images.

In this song, I want to use the image of silk and associate it with love.Think about it, silk is very soft and beautiful, just like a woman. I thought it would be easy to write, and I wrote a few poems, but they were not very satisfactory. "

Qin Muchu looked at the lyrics on the draft paper, "Relieve Luo Chang lightly", "Dance with neon clothes", "Yiren tears stained clothes"...

The lyrics are old-fashioned, but the story is not so strong, which makes him feel a little bit of a pile of rhetoric.

He, a non-professional, can see that a master like Fang Wenshan must not be satisfied.

silk?

Qin Muchu thought about it, but he really couldn't remember that Zhou Jianlun had a national song related to silk.

Since Jiao Lun didn't have it, Qin Muchu couldn't "create".

Sure enough, the lyricist cannot be established and will collapse at any time.

Just as he was about to confess that he couldn't do it either, Zhou Jiaolun suddenly handed over a piece of paper:

"How can I read the lyrics without the music score?"

"That's right, my brain." Fang Wenshan patted his forehead and said to Qin Muchu:

"You put it together and see if it feels right."

So Qin Muchu swallowed back the words that came to his lips, took the tune, compared the lyrics, and hummed softly:
"The neon clothes are dancing, Yiren is frowning, and the strokes are thicker and thinner...huh?"

Qin Muchu stopped, suddenly something was wrong.

Zhou Jiaolun immediately complained:
"Are you illiterate? Although Fang Wenshan's handwriting is ugly, he can't be so wrong."

"Forehead……"

Qin Muchu didn't know how to explain it, but this song was so familiar, it should be Zhou Jiaolun's most famous song.

I can only give a reason casually:
"I can't read traditional Chinese characters very well."

"That's right, the mainland uses simplified characters."

Fang Wenshan nodded in understanding.

"In that case, let me sing it to you."

As he said that, he took the lyrics in Qin Muchu's hand, looked at the score, and was about to sing it.

But Zhou Jiaolun, who had quick eyesight and quick hands, covered his mouth:

"Don't you know how you sing yourself? Who can tell what the song is written when you sing? Xiao Chu thought I wrote it in the soul song, and asking you to sing it is an insult to me."

Fang Wenshan certainly refused to accept Zhou Jiaolun's venomous tongue:
"It's insulting to sing my lyrics to you. I can't even pronounce the words clearly. How dare you talk about me."

"If you can't enunciate words clearly, it means that you have a problem with your writing. It's just that people can't sing clearly!"

Listening to the bickering between the two, Qin Muchu felt a little conflicted in his heart.

I was wondering whether to write the lyrics directly to the two of them.

Even if you are not a fan of Zhou Jianlun, you can sing the lyrics of this song very well.

"Blue and White Porcelain" is so classic, it can be said to be Zhou Jiaolun's masterpiece.

After thinking about it for a while, I still feel that it is not good to plagiarize another classic song, and I have to use another method.

So he pretended to be thinking, and said with some hesitation:
"Why not change the image, silk is very characteristic of the Chinese dynasty, but there is another thing that is more distinctive than silk."

Zhou Jiaolun and Fang Wenshan stopped arguing immediately after hearing this, and they both looked at Qin Muchu and asked:
"what?"

"porcelain."

"Porcelain? JDZ?"

Fang Wenshan immediately reacted and had an association.

Tianchao porcelain is very famous, even China has the meaning of porcelain, and it is definitely enough to use the imagery of the national style lyrics.

but……

"Porcelain is too hard, it is difficult to associate with women and love."

Porcelain is made of clay. Can this kind of thing be combined with love?

Fang Wenshan was puzzled.

"It's about imagination. Just like "Lanting Preface", it's hard to imagine that copybooks are related to love, but there is always a way..."

Qin Muchu paused, touched his nose, and thought about how to make up a reasonable story to inspire Fang Wenshan enough to write the lyrics of "Blue and White Porcelain".

After brewing for a while, he had a draft.

Thanks to Hou Peicen and Zhou Jiaolun for their "surprise inspection" in the past few days, they have trained his ability to "open their mouths and come".

Clearing his throat, he looked at Fang Wenshan and said slowly:
"Imagine, after a rain in the south of the Yangtze River, you meet a woman by chance, her every frown and smile touches your heart, and this beauty is engraved in your heart, and you will never forget it, so that when you are far away, Still recalling the beauty of that encounter..."

Qin Muchu looked expectantly at Fang Wenshan, who was frowning and thinking, hoping that he would suddenly shout, "The blue sky is waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you".

But how can the world be as one wishes.

Fang Wenshan frowned and said:
"This scene is quite beautiful, but does it have anything to do with porcelain?"

You wrote you ask me?

Qin Muchu complained in his heart, but he definitely couldn't say that. His brain was running wildly, and he said:

"You think, you go to Jiangnan again, expecting to meet that woman after the same rain.

What is the day after the rain?what colour? "

"It's dark."

"puff!"

Qin Muchu almost vomited blood.

"How can it be dark? It's dark, yes, but it was a heavy rainstorm, and the dark clouds hadn't cleared up. I said soft drizzle. The sky is not dark. After the rain, the sky clears, so you can see it." Beauty!"

Seeing that Fang Wenshan was still thinking, Qin Muchu had no choice but to step up his reminder again:

"Is there a possibility that it is azure?"

"Azure?"

Fang Wenshan raised his head abruptly, as if inspired by something.

One hand is clenched into a fist, the other hand is spread out, the fist keeps hammering on the palm, pacing back and forth, chanting three words incessantly:
"Azure, azure, azure..."

After turning around for a while, he suddenly lay down on the table, took out a pen and wrote on the paper.

After a while, he lifted up the paper excitedly, and shouted with a smile:

"I thought of it, the sky blue is waiting for misty rain! Wait for a rain, the sky will turn into sky blue after the rain, and 'I' is also waiting for 'you'!"

Yes, yes, it is Jiangzi.

Qin Muchu nodded repeatedly.

Zhou Jiaolun also folded his hands and touched his chin:
"It looks good, what else?"

"and also?"

Fang Wenshan paused, then leaned back on the table, and said while writing:
"And, I am, waiting, you."

"Sky blue is waiting for the misty rain, and I am waiting for you."

Zhou Jiaolun sang this line according to the tune, and his eyes lit up:
"Oh, not bad."

But Fang Wenshan didn't appreciate it, and rolled his eyes:

"Stop holding your hands and pretending to be coercive, you know what you know! Don't talk, it will affect my inspiration!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't look at Zhou Jiaolun who opened his mouth to refute, and directly discussed with Qin Muchu.

"Sky blue, this is the color of the sky. I have a friend who collects porcelain. It seems that Ru kiln is also this color."

"Well, it is said that Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty said, 'After the rain, the blue clouds break the place, this color will be the future', and set the sky blue color as the imperial color of Ru kiln porcelain."

Qin Muchu nodded, he also had a little understanding of this knowledge.

"Azure, Ru Kiln..."

Fang Wenshan only felt that the inspiration could not be stopped like a diabetes insipidus, and he didn't care about other things. He just lay down on the table and "scrubbed" to write.

Qin Muchu quietly stood behind him, looking at the lyrics written down, although not exactly the same as "Blue and White Porcelain", but they are not bad.

This is normal and will definitely need to be modified later.

"So, there shouldn't be any problem with the poem "Blue and White Porcelain"." Qin Muchu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Wenshan, who didn't dare to disturb the entering state, gave Zhou Jiaolun a look, Zhou Jiaolun immediately understood, and the two walked out of the room silently and carefully.

"call--"

Just after leaving the recording studio, Qin Muchu let out a long breath.

It is too difficult to make up a story, especially if it is a temporary one, and it has to be made up reasonably.

This time I came to the Bay Area, but I suffered an old crime.

Qin Muchu was feeling emotional, but Zhou Jiaolun suddenly said:

"Xiao Chu, you did it on purpose."

"What intentional?" Qin Muchu didn't understand.

"Actually, you've already thought of the lyrics. You made up the story just now for Fang Wenshan to give him inspiration, right?"

A picture of Zhou Jianlun that I have seen through:
"Don't pretend, I know the way you make up stories, these two days when you make up stories, you will subconsciously touch your nose!"

"Have it?"

"Have!"

Zhou Jiaolun is sure.

Suddenly, he punched Qin Muchu in the chest:

"That's interesting, you must be afraid that if I let you write lyrics, it will make Fang Wenshan uncomfortable, so you inspired Fang Wenshan to write, right?"

Zhou Jiaolun put his arms around Qin Muchu's shoulders:

"It must be so, but Fang Wenshan won't think too much, we are all friends, it doesn't matter, and he is the one who asked me to ask you for help, but... thanks anyway!"

Qin Muchu looked at Zhou Jiaolun who was in a state of self-movement, and was a little dazed.

What are you thinking about?
"

(End of this chapter)