rebirth, romance, space

Chapter 157 Facts speak louder than words
I was dragged towards Ling Jianle and the others by my brother, and suddenly I felt a little embarrassed with the notebook in my hand, or it could be said that I was ashamed.In short, it is a guilty conscience without confidence!The 80s and 90s of Hong Kong City were the peak period of song, film and television, and what I hold in my hand is only the song that I like and was moved the most after the millennium.But can these songs really win the hearts of these people in front of them?Can you touch people in this era?Everything seems so naive to me.

Thinking of my father’s comment in my previous life about Jay Chou, who our siblings like very much, he said that some of Jay Chou’s songs are very good to listen to pure music, and it’s good to use it to test the sound, but it’s too much for him to listen to the lyrics.Only then did I understand that not only is everyone likes everyone, but also that each generation is influenced differently, so likes and hobbies are different.But those that really have connotations and can become classics will be sung from generation to generation.Like Xu Guanjie, brother and the others are like this.

But now, are these really all right?In addition to being uncertain, I am more awakened, because not all songs are suitable for an era.

"What's the matter?" My brother pulled me, seeing that everyone looked at me silently, and didn't know what was going on.He lowered his head and pulled my palm. His first reaction was that I was in a daze again.

"It's okay, I was just thinking about the song we wrote." I shrugged mischievously, put the notebook on the coffee table, and smiled sweetly at everyone.No matter what, if it really doesn't work, let Ling Jianle ask Zeng Xiaobao to collect songs from the lyricist.

Chen Shaoqi and Xu Guanjie did not shirk, picked up two notebooks and opened them.Although Ling Jianle had read it first, he was not good at music, but Zeng Xiaobao felt that there would be a great chance to become a popular song, so he put his heart down.

What Xu Guanjie took was Qin Rong's book, Qin Rong's handwriting was neat and neat, but the strokes were immature, and the outlines were obviously lively and energetic.His liking for Qin Rong is deeper than mine, and it can even be said that I am just Qin Rong's bonus.

After all, what he is looking for is Qin Rong, who is very talented at the beginning of the guitar.I have nothing to be jealous of. After all, my hobbies have never been guitar or piano. My hobbies and wishes are the same, that is, to have my own home and land, and to live in the pastoral life where I work at sunrise and return at sunset.With space, my wish has come true.

As for Qin Rong's hobbies, although she doesn't mention them, I can feel that she really likes music.One of the reasons why I didn't go home with my parents was also because of her and my cousin.It is impossible to turn back and start again on the road that has been gone.That's what I don't want, I'm selfish, but it doesn't mean that I can accept all the people who are good to me with peace of mind.

So my wish is fulfilled, so let me continue to fulfill my wish for the family I love the most.

Xu Guanjie flipped through the notebook page by page, his eyes brightened and then darkened, darkened and then brightened, his emotions were very complicated.On the one hand, he can see that these songs are very popular among young people; on the other hand, he is happy that Qin Rong can compose and write lyrics at a young age and is close to the environment and reality; the third is that he hopes that Qin Rong and I can walk together Going further, and the songs written by Qin Rong, he can imagine the criticism of some so-called professionals.He didn't want the only pair of disciples he loved to be hindered by these, after all, they were so young.

Chen Shaoqi was not so anxious to look at the notebook, but only looked at the lower corner of the notebook cover, where the name 'Qin Xiao' was neatly written.He looked at me in my brother's arms with a strange expression, and sat obediently and quietly.He couldn't believe that such a young child could write well, so he stood up immediately, walked to the corner of the recording studio, picked up my schoolbag and flipped through it.

Seeing Chen Shaoqi's actions, my brother felt a little displeased, but he didn't say anything. After all, the facts speak louder than words, but his expression was still a little lighter.I turned my head and raised my neck to look at his face.My current consciousness clearly felt his displeasure, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I stretched out my hand to pat his arm that held me tightly.When he looked down at me, he gave him a big smile.

(End of this chapter)