Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 133, Section 131: Original Work
Over the course of the night, Zhou Mingyuan became one of the people who had become close friends with the landlord's cat.

Music is also a language, naturally adding many effective communication elements.

The two senior students soon learned from Li Zhi that the tall, sunny boy in front of them was also one of the owners of the Relief Coffee.

"Even though your senior just praised you, I have to say, your pronunciation is still terrible!"

During the break, everyone found a small table in the corner and sat down. Li Zhi took small sips of coffee and started making sarcastic remarks with a smile.

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Zhou Mingyuan spread his hands, just as he was thinking of how to make a joke, when Xinyi next to him stepped in to smooth things over.

"I think it's alright. Beyond's songs are mainly about creating an atmosphere. Actually, by your standards, Xiao Lizhi, our pronunciation isn't that great either."

"No, no, I didn't say anything about you, senior."

The short-haired girl blushed instantly and fell silent.

It's easy for Cantonese-speaking police officers to be mistakenly injured.

In fact, Xin Yi, the big-eyed sweet girl, is from Xingcheng in southern Hunan, and Pei Pei, the guitarist, is from Rongcheng in Sichuan Province. Neither of them are from Cantonese-speaking regions.

It's understandable that the pronunciation isn't perfect.

"But singing is really fun, isn't it? Don't you think so?"

Xinyi winked at Lizhi.

"Correct!"

Li Zhi nodded vigorously, her previously somewhat subtle feelings vanishing. She crossed her arms, as if remembering something, and turned her head to hug her best friend's shoulders again.

"But today's non-celebrity segment, our Vivi hasn't gone on stage yet~"

"I don't know those songs either."

There were hardly any people left in the shop at this moment. Gu Caiwei pouted, and her soft, sweet voice faded into the air.

"Next time, sing a song in Mandarin, in Mandarin!"

"Singing original songs is fine too~"

"We don't have any original songs."

Everyone was chatting enthusiastically and happily, each of them talking at once.

Original songs are acceptable.

I don't know who came up with this idea, but it prompted everyone to shift their thoughts and approaches from "what to sing" to "how to write".

Especially Pepe, the guitarist in the Landlord's Cats group.

She watched as Zhou Mingyuan pulled out a stack of A4 papers from the front desk, a smile on his face, and spoke in a completely joking tone, as if he were just trying it out casually.

Yet, with just a few strokes, she wrote a title that sparked a torrent of inspiration within her.

——"Next Stop, Tea Mountain Liu".

"What kind of song title is this?!"

Li Zhi was the first to jump out and deny it: "No, no, it's obviously not going to work."

"Little Lychee is right. Not to mention who would listen, the title alone is indeed too niche."

Gu Caiwei, who had always believed that Zhou Mingyuan's abilities had no limits, seriously rested her chin on her hand, thought for a moment, and then spoke.

It seems that human talent is still difficult to cross boundaries.

However, the landlord's two cat sisters remained silent, staring thoughtfully at the six words.

"I actually think this song is kind of interesting."

"I feel so too."

A minute later, Peipei and Xinyi looked up at the same time and said in unison.

"Isn't this the bus stop between our two schools?"

Li Zhi shook her head, completely baffled.

"It's really evocative! Don't you think?"

In the same scenario, there is a significant gap in perception between freshmen and senior students.

After three years, I've become just another face in the crowd, swaying back and forth on the crowded subway and bus 538.

It seems like one day after class, the setting sun shone through the gaps in the tree shadows onto the road, and a familiar melody was playing in my headphones.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, and suddenly, campus life came to an end. Freshmen, of course, wouldn't have imagined this.

So with just a short title, Xinyi and Peipei were immediately lost in memories.

"Jiangcheng, heavy rain, old playground, bridge-building restaurant, stray cats downstairs in the dormitory."

Zhou Mingyuan continued writing keywords on the white paper, while Peipei and Xinyi beside him had increasingly bright eyes.

These are not just simple keywords; they are their shared memories of campus life.

Sadness, joy, ordinariness, excitement, and the first time you fall in love—everything here.

Both Xinyi and Peipei have waited for hundreds of 538 buses on Nanhu Avenue and been stuck in traffic on Minzu Avenue for hundreds of dreams.

I studied in Wentai Building and audited classes in Wenbo and Wenlan Buildings.

I never missed the send-off ceremony at Nanhu Auditorium, and I often listened to it on the campus radio.

"This one! This one is good!"

"Pepe, I've got an idea!"

"Me too."

The creators reached an agreement in a short period of time.

Soon, the A4 paper in front of Zhou Mingyuan was divided into three parts, and Xinyi and Peipei each picked up a pen and started sketching on it.

In the quiet and peaceful Relief Cafe, only the swishing sound of pens could be heard, and the bewildered freshman sisters suddenly became the background.

After an unknown amount of time, the three creators began to argue fiercely again.

"This version by the junior student, showing the drenching of four seasons, is more evocative!"

"Xinyi, listen to me, Jiangcheng only has two rainy seasons. Is this your first time coming to school?"

"Does artistic creation have to be completely realistic? Aren't your own works just like that?"

Like cutting and polishing jade, like carving and grinding stone.

Li Zhi and Gu Caiwei sat to the side, bringing over cups of coffee and cutting some fruit to place on the table, witnessing everything before the birth of the original work.

Everything is interesting.

So that's how lyrics are written.
Compared to Gu Caiwei, who was just watching for fun, Li Zhi was clearly more serious when she analyzed things.

She was surprised to find that most of the ideas of the three creators were guided by Zhou Mingyuan.

He has the final say on the interpretation of many images.

Whenever a suggestion for modification is made, no further explanation is needed, and the landlord and the cat quickly reach a consensus.

Time hastens people to grow up.
The hurried pace can no longer be stopped.
Let's leave it at that if we haven't finished speaking.

There are always some regrets we must learn to let go of.

"Junior, are you really a freshman?"

As they finished polishing their work, Xinyi and Peipei couldn't help but suppress their creative desires and became very curious about Zhou Mingyuan.

Is this the kind of lyrics a freshman in college could write?
Where did he get this empathy and experience?
Is this a good way to write it?

"It's more than just okay, it really speaks to the hearts of us graduating seniors!"

Xinyi raised her voice, her watery eyes looking at Zhou Mingyuan.

Art has no boundaries.

In the short time they spent together, she had come to regard this talented junior as a friend, much like Li Zhi.

"So that's it for now?"

After finalizing the first draft, Peipei, who is usually calm, became unusually excited.

She not only proactively asked for Zhou Mingyuan's contact information, but also specifically emphasized the follow-up.

"We'll find someone to compose the music, junior, you don't mind, right?"

"Once the recording is complete, we'll send you the first version immediately, ensuring respect for the original work."

"No."

Zhou Mingyuan smiled and shook his head.

What can he say?
This was originally your original work.

(End of this chapter)