Quick wear is always behind

Pi Yixia is not a person who can't calm down.In fact, in the past mission worlds, he was able to reach the highest point in a certain aspect of that world almost every time, and these early stages required his background and accumulation.

So in this world now, learning has become his habit and instinct.

Pi Zhen suggested that he could try to write songs, and when he knew that he had reached the level of the original owner, he also planned to try in this regard.However, compared with the original owner, he still has an advantage or a disadvantage.

That is, his knowledge of ancient music is too deep.

So deep that it might affect his current attempt.

After all, fusion is also the result that can only be produced after countless times of running-in.

So after writing the song for the first time, he didn't directly show it to Pi Zhen excitedly, but frowned and revised it over and over again.

The lyrics and music are obviously simple, but he is as cautious as if he is dealing with some important task.

He tore apart and crumbled every sentence, trying to be concise, clear and catchy.For each note, he tried countless times in the notebook next to him to see if there was a better way, and marked the places that could not be determined with question marks.

Probably no one writes songs like him, as if he is about to publish a paper.

no way.He knows that some modern songs are also in retro style, not only the style of the lyrics, but also the music as much as possible to make people feel gorgeous and simple when they listen to it.

He can write hundreds of songs like this by hand.

But it doesn't help his accumulation of modern songs.On the contrary, he tried his best to delete all the lyrics and music that were unknowingly attached to the ancient style.

Writing songs for others is probably like writing novels, they are all output from the brain bit by bit, and the unsatisfactory parts are revised.But he is absorbing and merging all he has learned in his brain, adding new ones, and then embodying the final result in his pen.

This process is quite difficult and quite painful.However, Pi Yixia firmly believed that as long as she survived, she would be able to succeed.

For the whole song, Pi Yixia wrote and rewritten, rewrote, revised and rewritten countless times, the notebook next to it for recording changes was full, and soon replaced it with a new one, and it was full again after a while .

After he barely re-transcribed the places that he could confirm, and marked the places that he was not satisfied or uncertain, he stood up and stretched, only to find his stomach growling.

hungry.

He rubbed his stomach involuntarily, planning to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As soon as he went out, An Rui came in with a big bag in his hand.

"Morning." Pi Yixia was still deep in the song just now, she didn't pay attention to what she said, she turned her head and walked to the kitchen.

However, An Rui grabbed him and looked at him carefully: "What's wrong with you, you made yourself like this all of a sudden?" He seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed, "Didn't you smoke?"

"Are you smoking? What are you smoking? I'm writing a song." Pi Yixia replied, turned around and was about to leave.

An Rui's face became more serious.

Two of the few team members who left were unable to bear the long-term stress load, so they borrowed drugs to refresh and decompress, and as a result, they turned themselves into inhumans and ghosts.

Pi Yixia was full of energy a few days ago, and he was beautiful and temperamental, but if he didn't pay attention in the past two days, his face was pale, his eyes were blue and black, his eyes were dull, and he looked no different from those serious addicts. Not much.

He's not... really drug-addicted, is he?In that case, he must have a good chat with the Pi family, and he must not let this good young man just be useless like this.

An Rui exerted force on his hand so that Pi Yixia couldn't shake it off, put the bag in the other hand on the ground, stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve up, revealing his smooth white forearm.

He has no muscles, is thin, and his skin is so smooth that it gives the illusion of being vaguely transparent. Even the fine hair is light in color, and it is almost invisible unless you look closely.

An Rui, who originally wanted to check for needle holes, couldn't help being startled.

He knew that Pi Yixia looked good, but he didn't expect that even the short arm that was exposed was so beautiful.

Although he knew that not all drugs were injected, An Rui vaguely felt that he might have made a mistake.

"Where are you going?" He said slowly.

"I'm hungry, eat something." The other party replied.

"What a coincidence, I just bought dinner outside and came back, shall we have it together?" An Rui tentatively said, "Mr. Pi and his wife have a banquet tonight, so they won't come back. The same goes for Pi Yichun."

Pi Yixia hesitated.

Even if there is food in the kitchen, it is cold.The takeaway is hot anyway.

Since An Rui invited him to eat together, he would like to buy at least a double portion.

He looked down at the huge takeaway bag on the ground and nodded, "OK."

An Rui quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was basically sure that he should have made a mistake.

In his team, the guys who wrote songs were basically in Pi Yixia's state when they wrote about forgetting themselves, or even worse, floating around like ghosts.

Of course, Pi Yixia is so pretty, even if she is a ghost, she is still a ghost.

An Rui entered his room, put the food on the table and opened it.

This is the second time Pi Yixia entered his room, and looked around.

Everything is organized and in its proper place, and the room is as tidy as a model home.

In comparison, the next door to where I live is like a kennel.

This is not to say that Pi Yixia is sloppy, in fact, among boys, his room is pretty good.Although he has been busy writing songs these days, there are piles of waste paper.

It's really incomparable with An Rui's.

Even if it's a takeaway, it can be seen that Anrui has no intention of wronging himself.There are two big boxes of vegetables, each with two kinds, and two big boxes of rice.

Next to it are two small bowls of soup.

This is clearly a double serving.

Pi Yixia couldn't help but look up at An Rui.

The man smiled: "Mr. Pi called and said that there is a dinner, and he won't come back at night. I thought there were only two of us left at home, so I ordered two."

"Thank you." Pi Yixia said sincerely.

An Rui is indeed a good person, and he always thinks of him when ordering takeout.

"But I don't know what you like to eat, and I don't know if these dishes suit your appetite." An Rui said again.

"It's pretty good. I don't have any taboos. I don't pick."

"Oh."

Pi Yixia kept thinking about the unfinished song in the room, and after dinner, she got up and left.

"You eat so fast?" An Rui asked unexpectedly, and subconsciously scanned the young man's stomach, "Isn't it good for the stomach?"

From the few dishes he ordered, it can be seen that the combination of meat and vegetables is reasonable, and the nutrition is comprehensive. You should pay attention to health preservation.

Obviously not much older than him, but in this respect he is like an old man.

"It's okay," Pi Yixia replied, "There is a song that needs to be changed, I'll go back and have a look first... Well, Mr. An, thank you for your dinner."

An Rui smiled, his brows and eyes were calm, and he put away most of his aura when we first met: "Thank you? I should thank you for accompanying me to dinner. Then drink the soup before going."

As he said that, he pushed the soup in front of Pi Yixia.

The other party was so thoughtful, Pi Yixia couldn't help but know what was good and what was bad, and after drinking the soup, she said hello again, and then went back to the room.

Soon, he was re-immersed in the world of song.

The door opened and closed gently, An Rui walked in, and saw the balls of waste paper on the table and the wastebasket full of waste paper in the room, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Seeing that Pi Yixia, who was facing him sideways, didn't notice him coming in, An Rui didn't say anything, bent down to pick up the two balls of paper at his feet, opened them and looked.

It's an unformed song, it's scribbled and changed, and even the corners are filled with small characters.

So did the other one.

This person is really crazy about writing songs.

He walked over with light steps and stood beside Pi Yixia.

The song being written on the desktop has already taken shape and is still being perfected.Compared with the one on the waste paper ball he just saw, it was indeed a huge improvement.

A song written here is already considered pretty good.

However, Pi Yixia was obviously not satisfied with this, and was still modifying it endlessly, trying to make it more perfect.

Seeing that Pi Yixia stopped, pursed her lips and frowned, An Rui couldn't help but interrupted.

"I saw your first two manuscripts, and they have a strong ancient style. Why don't you keep writing in that style?" He asked.

Compared with the manuscript, the style of the songs in the notebook has changed a lot.Although there is indeed progress, according to Anrui, it should be more suitable if it follows the ancient style.

Pi Yixia murmured: "An ancient style is not good, it must be a modern song."

"why?"

Could it be that Pi Yixia, like Pi Yichun, has an essential resistance to Huaguo's traditional music?

Thinking of this, An Rui couldn't help sighing.

In fact, music has no borders, and naturally there should be no time limit.Modern music is good, but ancient music has thousands of years of heritage, which is actually more vigorous and beautiful.

It's a pity that young people nowadays don't understand this point, they blindly move closer to the West, and call it "internationalization" in a euphemistic way, completely forgetting that they are also a member of the internationalization.

Carry forward the essence of Huaguo, let Huaguo music and Western music perfectly integrate, and then occupy a place in the world, this is what should be done.

It's not like parrots learning their tongues, copying what others say.

"Ancient music is too simple for me now. What I have to do is how to get rid of its influence and let my brain accept a complete modern music system," Pi Yixia didn't lift her head, her voice was low As if saying to yourself, "I've got to take it all."

Only by fully accepting it can a perfect integration be possible.

"Simple?" An Rui repeated.

If someone else said this, he would definitely think that person was bragging.Who dares to say that he can fully master the music with thousands of years of experience?Who dares to say easy?The man was afraid that he was going to lose his mind and go crazy.

But seeing Pi Yixia's appearance, An Rui, who has always been strict with music, found it difficult to put this derogatory term on the other party.

"Do you have an ancient song? Can you show it to me?" he asked.