Blind date to idol talent show

Chapter 212 You are inflated

Nan Xiaoyue woke up, and saw Li Yimu editing with a mobile phone next to her, frowning and closing her eyes to think for a while while writing, and then she relaxed her brows and continued typing on the mobile phone keyboard.

The first thing Li Yimu does when he wakes up in the morning is to write songs. Nan Xiaoyue is no stranger to it. He thinks that Li Yimu should be different from ordinary people. Others are more inspired at night, but he is more inspired in the morning, especially when he just woke up. when.

So much so that Nan Xiaoyue suspected that this guy was writing songs without dreaming, and then moved the songs written in his dreams to reality.

Let Li Yimu hear it, and he will definitely answer: "Well, you guessed half right!"

The other half, of course, is that the song in my dream was not written by myself.

The memory of this song is very difficult. First of all, the rhythm of the song is very fast, and the singer sings fast, and the lyrics are not in vernacular, which makes it more difficult to memorize.

Fortunately, I listened to it many times in my dream, and I also had the experience of memorizing the super long lyrics of "The General", so I could barely write out the lyrics in my impression.

Li Yimu breathed out, and was about to turn his neck. His neck was a little sore from leaning on the bedside table all the time. When he turned his head, he saw Nan Xiaoyue staring at him, with his mouth slightly open, as if fascinated by it.

After their eyes met, Nan Xiaoyue suddenly woke up and pretended to look at the ceiling.

"Are you awake?" Li Yimu asked.

"Ok!"

"Why don't you get up and peek at me here with a nympho look on your face."

"What, I didn't. I saw that you were so focused and didn't want to disturb you!" Nan Xiaoyue muttered.

There are still some things she didn't say, that is, when Li Yimu was concentrating on writing songs, his side face was so handsome, he wanted to look at it twice, and he was obsessed with it unconsciously.

Originally, it was good to rest for two days before working, but on the afternoon of the second day when Li Yimu came back from Hengcheng, Wang Chen just received Li Yimu's WeChat.

Yimu: In the next issue, I will sing a new song, Chinese style, Brother Gangzi, get ready, I will go to the recording studio later.

As soon as Wang Chen read the news, he silently typed out a line: "New song? Or Chinese style? I think you are going crazy!"

But after thinking about it, I deleted it again. I was going to wait for Li Yimu to come and spray him face to face.

Chinese style is difficult, composition is difficult, lyrics are difficult, and arrangement is even more difficult.

Chinese culture has a long history, and there are countless musical instruments that have been handed down, and each one is more difficult than the other. As the saying goes, if a flute plays for ten years, it will break your waist with an erhu;

Chinese musical instruments are difficult to learn and even more difficult to understand. Each musical instrument has its own unique timbre, and almost any musical instrument can be the main performer in a Chinese music concert.

But the premise is that when a certain instrument plays the lead, the suona does not disturb the suona. Once this instrument comes out, any instrument can only be reduced to its accompaniment!

For arrangers, it is very difficult to arrange music purely with Chinese instruments.

Of course, Wang Chengang is not the kind of person who is afraid of difficulties. He is also very happy to make good music.

The problem is that the time is too tight, and the quality of the songs cannot be guaranteed!
Wang Chengang believes that Li Yimu must be drifting away, the album sales are high, and he participated in "Singer" and won No.3 among all the powerful singers, so it is a bit swollen, and there is no music obsessive-compulsive disorder.

So he decided that when Li Yimu came, he would talk about him and wake him up by scolding him!

In Chenguang recording studio, as soon as Li Yimu walked into the recording room specially reserved for himself, he saw Wang Chengang standing in the middle of the recording room, holding the music stand with one hand, and seeing Li Yimu coming in, motioned him to sit down and put on the headphones.

Although Li Yimu was confused, he still put it on, wanting to see what Wang Chen was going to do.

"We started making songs today. In a sense, we are the first singers to prepare songs. I am really thankful. Alas, your competitions like "Singer" are so important, and you have little experience in competitions. You can promise me that in a week Do you want to make a new song, or is it a Chinese-style song?"

"I advise you, put your mind at ease, and move on with the concept of music theory, harmony, including the Chinese-style pentatonic mode of arrangement, and the singing that drives the atmosphere is good. You changed it. Why did you tell me? You went back to participate in the competition and got sixth or seventh, but you tell me how you explain it? You don’t want to lose your face.”

Li Yimu listened to his complaints with a face of dumbfounding. This is obviously a word he changed himself, and he hasn't memorized it yet. He put the manuscript on the music stand and glanced at it for a while. Are you a teleprompter?
Wang Chen just finished speaking, then looked at Li Yimu, he didn't see the regretful expression on the other side, but looked at himself as if he was watching a joke, he was speechless for a while, um, why don't you understand brother's good intentions.

Thinking of this, he rushed out of the recording studio and came to Li Yimu's side.

"Did you hear everything you said?"

"I heard, I really want to do Chinese style, the music is all written, you can see for yourself."

"It's crudely made." Wang Chengang had already made up his mind. He thought that Li Yimu must have gone to Hengcheng, and his martial arts spirit broke out in the second grade, so he wrote such a song impromptu.

will that work?It’s not okay to specify, everyone has a second year in middle school, and they don’t listen to other people’s words when they are in second year. They think that the sky is the boss, and I am the second child, and when I am awesome, I can break the sky.
Then he got the music score, look at it, let's say it is the second soul of the middle school, look at it, this word is written:

[A certain ranger, who was passed down in the Ming Dynasty, is now talked about in the world; there are many enemies, and two or three friends, but it is difficult to meet enemies]

He even compared himself to a well-known hero, the world is talking about him, there are many enemies, but there are few who can match him?This is obviously expansion!
Then Wang Chengang continued to look down, complaining in his heart while looking, looking for evidence of Li Yimu's swelling through the lyrics, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why do you feel so full of emotion when reading the lyrics and pictures, as if you really saw the fearless young hero who roams the rivers and lakes.

[The world of mortals is not broken and I have no worries, only love life and death, talk about Taoism while drunk, and break flowers when awake! 】

When Wang Chen first read the second paragraph, he discovered the charm in the lyrics. If the first paragraph is a young hero who has just entered the rivers and lakes, he is not afraid of anything, then the second paragraph has more self-deprecating meanings, such as this sentence:
【Storyteller, you should laugh at me, both crazy and insane】

This seems interesting
In this way, Wang Chengang fell into the lyrics and music score, unable to extricate himself for a long time.

Li Yimu couldn't wait any longer, and asked, "How is it?"

"Hiss." Just as Wang Chen raised his head, he put the notebook on the table with both hands, and then cupped his fists and said, "Brother Mu is a talented person, it's really wrong for me to have doubts in my heart, I hope Brother Mu will make amends."

Is this still a sitcom?Li Yimu said that you are too dramatic, and then replied indifferently: "Go to the palace!"

"Huh?" Wang Chengang was stunned, so cruel?
Li Yimu smiled: "While filming yesterday, director Wang Dongliang told me that when clasping fists, the male should be on the left and the female should be on the right. If your right hand is on top, it is either a woman or an eunuch, so."

"Go on, work, work!" After speaking, Wang Chen just sat down on his seat, opened the arrangement software, and was about to start working.

Li Yimu was speechless, um, just now he said that I was inflated, and said that I would definitely not be able to do it, but now he is more active than me.
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