It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

"let's start."

Mo Tingbai stood in the middle of the recording studio holding a piece of paper with lyrics written on it.

The recording studio is on the first floor of the villa, and it is a small recording studio specially built.

Mo Tingbai found a high stool and sat down, with one leg resting on the chair support and the other hanging freely. The bench was so high that he only needed to raise his head slightly to meet Si Nan's gaze, but he almost didn't go Look at him, looking down at the lyrics written by Si Nan.

【Sent to the wet spring... a body that can move the moon...】

Sinan's fan compass called Sinan a "music poet". Every lyrics of his songs is like a poem, and no one can write lyrics better than him.

It's just that his words have a beautiful artistic conception, but the arrangement is full of depression.

Simon will compose spring and fireworks into doom and corpses.

Some people like it very much, but more people resist, calling it negative energy, moaning without illness...

So Sinan's songs will always be a minority, even if they are affirmed by professional music critics.

But if Mo Tingbai wanted it, Li Duan specifically mentioned that the song would be recomposed and belonged to him.

"Your song." Mo Tingbai shook his long legs hanging in the air, and glanced at Sinan lightly, "Don't you want to solo?"

Si Nan swallowed almost imperceptibly.

It seemed to make his journey more difficult. All the demos he had recorded for the new songs were cleared. He browsed through all the platforms. Only a few old songs before the formation of the group were lying on the less lively accounts with few comments. .

Now he doesn't even know what the lyrics Mo Tingbai is holding in his hand.

Moreover, Mo Tingbai should have some opinions on the original body. Just before he was notified to come to the recording studio, he received Mo Tingbai's WeChat:

[People who can't be messed with: don't think too much]

[People who can't be messed with: That Weibo post is just for a monologue, not for you. 】

What Weibo...

Si Nan boarded the automatic login account and saw three consecutive Weibo posts by Mo Tingbai, and by the way, saw the red dots of tens of thousands of private messages.

Just click on one of them, and it will be a short essay of a few hundred words.It is full of words such as "blood-sucking", "royalty", and "bad coffee".

Follow the avatar and continue to click into the other party's Weibo, and repost a small essay with a few hundred words, but the content is rainbow fart, so don't listen to it.

Therefore, there is a contradiction between Yuanshen and Mo Tingbai.

"Great genius, don't you dare to perform in front of us?" Ace sat in front of the drum set with Shaolin Temple in his arms, interrupting Sinan's wandering thoughts, and Shaolin Temple's pink claws touched the cymbal and made a piercing buzz.

"No! Shirley!" Ace first educated the cat, who was struggling against the normal aloofness, and then looked at Sinan, "You know, music is for people to appreciate, right? Boss?" Mo Tingbai rolled his eyes, and the cat also "meowed".

"Shutup." Mo Tingbai looked at him coldly.

"Shh." Ace immediately covered the cat's mouth, "Be good to Shirley."

Mo Tingbai: "I didn't mention Shaolin Temple."

Ace: "..."

"Shaolin Temple" is Shirley, don't listen to Bai's name, because he doesn't like cats, and all fluffy and clingy creatures, so he said that he is allergic to cat fur, and then Ace brought back a crippled cat the next day. hairy cat.

Mo Tingbai gave the cat a name like "Shaolin Temple", which sounds very bald, and he called it just like that, but only Ace stubbornly called the male cat "Shirley".

"Music is only created from the heart," Sinan's eyes were on the back of the paper. There were a few lines with deep traces. He vaguely recognized a few words, let them jump smoothly in his mind, and said casually, "It has nothing to do with being appreciated."

Mo Tingbai looked at Sinan from the lyrics.

He was now convinced that Si Nan was complaining for himself, and he had never refuted any of their views before, even if it was wrong.

Qin Xuan stood leaning against a piano, his slender fingers casually slid across the black and white keys, and a series of smooth and beautiful melodies came.

He raised his head, looked at Sinan softly and said, "But our concert is for people to appreciate, you want to return your solo too, don't you?"

concert in a month.Simon thought.

He will definitely find a way to go back, maybe he will not experience this concert at all.

But he can't be honest about who he is at this moment, which will cause a lot of trouble for himself and others.

So he had to sing the song as "Sinan".

"I need to see you sing this song with my own eyes, not a demo or a video," Mo Tingbai said, "You know, the decision to sing this song is actually in my hands."

Sinan suddenly remembered that when he woke up, someone shouted with a disappointed face that his solo would be cancelled.

So the reason for canceling his solo is to show Mo Bai the song?

"It doesn't matter. We all know your strength. Now you are singing for us. Even if you don't perform well, you will have a second chance." Qin Xuan looked at Si Nan with a smile and said comfortingly, "So don't be afraid."

Whether it's voice or composition, Sinan is the best among them, but I don't know if it's because of his low self-esteem and sensitive personality or because of some unlucky buffs. Such an unexpected situation and then unable to perform at a normal level, when these were released as pre-debut materials, it directly caused Sinan's popularity vote to lag far behind the others.

This situation has not improved much after forming a group. Fans of the group and the only fans of a few other people regard Sinan as a flaw in the beauty of jade. His existence makes the perfect performance have variables that may happen at any time. Dou's performance has any flaws because of this external factor.

So speaking of it, Sinan has much more black fans than real fans.

"You only have one chance." A cold voice came from behind the paper, Mo Tingbai's tone was indifferent, his eyes were straight, as if the judge who sentenced him was looking at him, "There is only one time at the scene, you expect the audience and fans to forgive you Do you perform badly and sing again?"

"Aren't you going to sing?" Mo Tingbai picked up the paper with the lyrics written on his index finger and middle finger, and a very thick red ink stain on his index finger seemed to have been left behind for a long time, as if a vermilion grain had grown out of thin air. Mole, "Then this song——"

"Give me the lyrics." Sinan said.

"What?" Seemingly hearing some strange request, Mo Tingbai stopped and looked at him.

Qin Xuan just raised his eyebrows slightly, and Ace shouted directly: "God! You want to read the lyrics?" Ace stood up holding the cat and walked to Sinan, "You never know when your own song is finished." Read the lyrics again!"

Although this behavior seems pretentious to Ace, it is indeed Sinan's personal characteristic, and he has a kind of confidence in knowing his own works.

He freed one hand to touch Sinan's forehead, "You don't have a fever, do you?"

"Lyrics. I'm in trouble." Sinan didn't resist Ace's hand, but just passed him and looked at Mo Tingbai.

Mo Tingbai hesitated for a moment, stood up from the high stool, and handed the paper to Sinan.

"Excuse me." Si Nan nodded at Qin Xuan. Qin Xuan didn't react for a while, and looked behind him in a daze, "Do you want to use... the piano?"

"Yeah." Sinan nodded seriously, "Please let me go."

"When did you learn the piano?" Ace covered his mouth with Shaolin Temple's two little paws, and Shaolin Temple pawed him in disgust, "Didn't you always use the guitar?"

"A guitar is fine too." Sinan said, "But I haven't seen it here." I didn't bother to go upstairs to get another one...

Ace looked at the guitar that he deliberately hid in the corner behind the drum kit with a guilty conscience, and said as if it was stuck: "Then, then you can use the piano, I want to see how the piano I just learned works with your new song .”

Si Nan started playing the piano at the age of four, and he also learned more than a dozen other musical instruments, but he felt that it was not appropriate to say this at the moment, so he pursed his lips and did not speak.

He walked to the piano and sat down. Qin Xuan, who was standing by the side, helped him clip the lyrics on the score clip. Sinan said thank you, then looked at the lyrics. Jump up.

Sinan's songs have never been accompanied by a piano before. His songs are like the starless night sky and the dark deep sea. They are faint whispers and whispers, which are completely different from the elegant, sad and cheerful piano music, which is like valleys and large snow fields. do not match.

"Am I deaf?" After a few seconds, Ace dug his ear and approached Qin Xuan and whispered, "Why can't I hear anything?"

"He hasn't started yet." Qin Xuan said.

The song "Spring Night" was given to Mo Tingbai by Li Duan three days ago, in the form of a video of playing and singing accompanied by guitar and this handwritten lyrics paper.

Depressed as always, just like Sinan's face buried behind a baseball cap in the picture and refused to show.

On a humid spring night, flying insects humming, grass dew exhaling... should be ambiguous and full of vitality.

The spring night that Ke Sinan talked about is that thousands of flying insects fly over the fresh corpse, and a person hugs the guitar and hums with his eyes closed beside the corpse: I will fall with the moon, everything is meaningless...

Mo Tingbai had been thinking about how to tell Sinan for a while: If you insist on using this to compose music, be prepared to lose it.

Then the next second, the piano sounded, and the gentle C major entered, and Sinan's voice sounded after an eight beat.

"To the wet spring, the rotten bug's eye

Moonlight and fields, where will they flow with me

The wind that scalds the hole, the snow floats in the fireworks

I want to say, I want to say why this spring night

I happened to come here because I was chasing a butterfly.”

He changed the arrangement.

Mo Tingbai's feet moved unconsciously, but he couldn't stand up in the end.

"It's not his style."

Apparently, Ace and Qin Xuan also noticed this.

Obviously not a bright rhythm, it is still a soothing and tranquil type, but unlike the first arrangement that was like a cloudy day, Sinan's new arrangement is like a sunny morning.

It seems that the sun is exposed on a spring night, birds are flying across the branches, the wind in the field and the clouds in the sky are embracing each other, and a child is running happily after a blue butterfly.

"Forgive me for being unmoved by the resounding dawn

Please give me a body that can move the moon"

At the end of a few syllables, the recording room was silent for a few seconds and no one spoke.

It wasn't until Qin Xuan finally reacted and applauded that Sinan secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Shouldn't have revealed anything.

He composed the music on the spot according to the style of the original old songs. Although he tried this style for the first time, fortunately, the few key words he glimpsed gave him a few more minutes of preparation time, and the lyrics are very Smooth, mature and inexplicably suitable for him, it is easy for him to substitute emotions.

He cautiously looked at Mo Tingbai, who had the handwritten manuscript of "Sinan" in his hand, which meant that he must have heard it before, would he doubt it...

Seeing Mo Tingbai's frown getting deeper and deeper, Sinan anxiously took the lyrics paper from the music clip, and was about to explain that he had a temporary idea for the adaptation, when Mo Tingbai said: "I will tell Li Duan to take your Return the solo to you."

Before Sinan could react, Qin Xuan had already walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, Sinan, you have your own stage. This song is really great."

Compared with getting the stage, Sinan was more happy not to reveal his secrets, and he politely thanked Qin Xuan again.

Ace said to himself reluctantly: "Although it is very good, but..."

But before the words were spoken, Shaolin Temple suddenly broke free from Ace's hand, and swooped down and dived forward.

——It's Sinan's direction.

Previously, Shaolin Temple had always hated Sinan the most. There was a case of biting Sinan when he was still young and hadn’t been vaccinated. Sinan went to the hospital several times in a row to fight rabies. Rumor has it that he has some hidden disease.

"Shirley!"

Ace hurriedly ran over to catch Shaolin Temple, only to see that Shaolin Temple swiftly dodged several of Ace's backs, and went straight to Sinan's feet, and then--rubbed Sinan's trousers and "meowed" coquettishly. Come.

This cat, who is as cold as Mo Tingbai, can still act like a baby!

Ace stayed where he was, with his hands still open like wings, his exaggerated expression was very familiar with the world of comics in Sinan's mind, and he gave Ace a friendly smile.

As if being hit by something, Ace's feet suddenly went limp, and his slightly tilted body swayed to play the role of an unrooted toddler. He was about to lose his balance completely, and his arm was quickly grabbed by Qin Xuan, "You can also fall while standing. Qin Xuan smiled helplessly and shook his head.

On the other side, Sinan had already knelt down to pet the Shaolin Temple. He once raised a cat, which was a puppet given to him by his second brother when he was three years old.

Different from the puppet that is soft on the outside and alienated on the inside, Shaolin Temple has a cold appearance, but it is unexpectedly clingy. It feels like a baby's ankle to the touch. When Sinan moves his hand a little, it will let out a satisfied "woo Woo" sound.

"What about the group song?" Mo Tingbai suddenly interrupted Sinan, who was immersed in the gentleness, "Li Duan said that you arranged the group song and re-arranged the dance. Let's start while everyone is here."

Sinan's wrist tightened, and the cat under his hand didn't notice anything wrong. He turned over his belly for Sinan to touch, and when he looked up, he saw that Sinan had slowly stood up.

What is it?What dance?

The current compilation and the adaptation are completely different. Even if he has the ability to perform the second live adaptation of the original song, what about the dance?

He never learned this type of dance.

Well, how about ballet?

There was a long silence, and when Mo Tingbai frowned impatiently and was about to speak, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"While you're here?"

The author has something to say:

Simon: Let's start with the coldest one

Shirley: Meow~