And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

On the second day, the program team didn't let them toss a coin, but directly brought several people into a studio.

"Tonight, an original national music festival will be held in the square next to it. The requirements of the music festival are all on the flyer," said the director, "and everyone's task is to use the instruments you got yesterday, and take them out tonight for a limited time of one day. An original or an arrangement that can be performed."

Lin Zijin was dumbfounded: "Damn it, why didn't anyone tell me there was such a project when I came here?"

The director added with a smile: "And every musical instrument must be used."

Sheng Zhixin was also stunned.

When he signed the contract, he took a quick glance and only saw an introduction of "music + travel", but he never expected that "music" was waiting for them here.

According to his virtue of writing a demo for seven days, it may take him half a year to write a song worthy of the stage.

Shi Shiran left after the director team released the blockbuster, and the remaining guests figured out their own ways to complete the task.

Lin Zijin held up the gourd silk he loved so much yesterday, his face full of disgust: "I said, why did you hand me such a thing yesterday, so it was waiting for me here?"

"The cucurbit flute is folk music, and the guitar is Western music," Wu Tong frowned. "It's difficult to combine folk music and Western music, and I don't know folk music."

Ai Xin also shook his head: "I also...don't know folk music."

"He can."

Like Xian Bao, Lin Zijin pushed Sheng Zhixin forward: "He can play the erhu so well!"

Sheng Zhixin originally wanted to catch a fish by the side, but was pushed into the middle.

He coughed lightly and nodded: "I do know a little bit of folk music, just a little bit."

As soon as the words fell, I felt a scorching gaze cast on myself.

"You are so good," Wu Tong's serious face suddenly showed a bit of admiration, "Can you teach me folk music? I have always wanted to learn, but I never had the chance."

Just as Sheng Zhixin was about to speak, Wen Gu suddenly said, "Let's not talk about this now, first write out the tune and then talk about it."

"Isn't it also possible to adapt it?" Lin Zijin said, "Just pick up a sheet music from the Internet, and you can practice it?"

Wen Gu frowned: "Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Zijin curled his lips: "I'm a dancer, so it's normal if I don't know. Teacher Xiao Sheng should be very familiar with it. Let him come."

"I think it's okay," Wen Gu continued, "Then today's creation will be in charge of Xiao Sheng?"

Sheng Zhixin felt Wen Gu's gaze, but he didn't dare to look back.

In terms of seniority, apart from Ai Xin, all the people present were what he could call "senior".And now the one with the most say in this group of "predecessors" has decided to let him take charge of this matter.

The camera is recording on the side, and it has to be done if it doesn't work.

Sheng Zhixin was so nervous that his lips and tongue were numb, and he nodded numbly.

The equipment in this room is well-equipped to meet the needs of musicians.

Sheng Zhixin sat on the cushion, flipped through the music software on his phone, and let out a long sigh.

Originally, it is difficult to play folk music and Western music together, and it is even more difficult to choose a suitable piece. It must be too late to write on the spot, so we can only start with the adaptation.

He scratched the list, and his eyes suddenly fixed on a song——

"My Motherland and Me" has been played more than 500 times.

When YOUNG participated in a variety show before, he adapted this song, and it became a hot search with the entry of "arranged by gods".

At this moment, the "Fairy Arranger" himself seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw: "Mr. Wen, can you read this song?"

Wen Gu was researching the specific requirements of the "Guofeng Music Festival", and turned his head slightly: "That song that you changed on the show before?"

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment: "Eh? How do you know?"

"You said it the other night when you were drunk," Wen Gu coughed lightly, and pulled out the score of "My Motherland and Me" from his phone, "I think this song is okay, and it fits the theme very well."

...God, what did he say when he was drunk?

Wen Gu handed over the "Guofeng Music Festival" flyer, Sheng Zhixin had no time to be embarrassed, glanced at it hastily, and saw a big line on it:

"To celebrate the 100th anniversary of the founding of the party..."

Sure enough, it fits the meaning of the title very well.

Sheng Zhixin breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled a draft paper from the side: "Then set a tone first..."

Wu Tong took his wooden drum and sat opposite Sheng Zhixin, as if he regarded him as a beacon on the road of learning folk music.

"How many keys should we lower?" Sheng Zhixin turned the pen, "Fortunately, the cucurbit silk has nine holes and can play high notes. Most of the scores don't need to be changed, so just..."

Holding a pen and paper, he talked to himself, and copied the numbered musical notation in the draft book, and just after he changed a few sentences, a person approached him.

Sheng Zhixin raised his eyelids, saw the video camera not far away was working tirelessly, and understood.

Since I was appointed by Wen Gu as the person in charge, there must be many more scenes in the variety show than the average person.If you want to take more shots, it is best to come and rub.

Are you right, Aixin?

With a sneer in his heart, he withdrew to the side, not wanting to get too close to Ai Xin.But I didn't know that this person was very persistent, thinking that Sheng Zhixin was offering his seat, so he calmly sat on the other half of the cushion that was empty.

The shallow breaths of the people around Sheng Zhixin fell on the skin of Sheng Zhixin's neck, causing him to be upset, but he was facing the camera, and it was difficult to get up and leave, so he could only grit his teeth and bear it. A heavy black mark was drawn on the paper.

"Xiao Sheng is amazing," Ai Xin said, "I really envy people who can write songs."

You didn't say that before.

When you were frustrated before, you stepped on my draft paper on the ground or tore it up and threw it away, saying that what is the use of writing a song, should it be muddled or it will never turn over for the rest of your life.

Sheng Zhixin frowned, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, and said in a low voice: "You can't walk independently if you don't care about others?"

"Xiao Sheng, can't we talk calmly?" Ai Xin sighed, "It was the same way when I was on the island before. You write, and I'll watch from the side. It was really good at that time."

Yes.

At that time, Sheng Zhixin had no background, no friends, and no one was willing to make friends with him. The greatest joy every day was to create and listen to songs by himself.

But later, there was an extra person who accompanied him to write and listen to songs.

Sheng Zhixin's eyes moved slightly, just as he recalled the beauty of that time, a hand suddenly fell on his left shoulder.Startled, he raised his head suddenly and saw Wen Gu standing beside him at some point.

"Wu Tong said that he wanted to write with everyone," Wen Gu smiled, and pulled people towards him by the way, "He thinks it's embarrassing for you to work alone."

When Ai Xin caught a glimpse of him, his face that was still smiling just now turned cold, and he slowly distanced himself from Sheng Zhixin's right shoulder.

Sheng Zhixin heaved a sigh of relief when the restless heat source beside him called out, and hurriedly stood up to follow Wen Gu.And Wen Gu raised his eyebrows slightly as if he had just discovered Ai Xin beside him: "Sorry, I didn't see you just now, so I didn't interrupt your conversation, did I?"

Sheng Zhixin quickly said: "It's nothing, we just..."

"Mr. Wen, I don't know how to write songs, so I want Xiaosheng to teach me." Ai Xin smiled at Wen Gu with a harmless smile, "but he is too modest to teach me well, so I think if you If you are free..."

"How do you learn to write songs? Come and practice dancing with me."

Lin Zijin appeared from nowhere, and took advantage of Ai Xin's affectionate speech to Wen Gu and dragged him away: "I haven't taught you the dance yet, so you have time to learn the song?"

"I'm sorry, I really didn't see him," Wen Gu said in a low voice after Sheng Zhixin left, "If I saw him here, I wouldn't come here. It's all my fault. He won't be angry again, right?"

Sheng Zhixin shook his head, sat back on the cushion, and handed the draft to Wen Gu: "Teacher Wen, do you think I should change my career like this?"

The floor of this studio is all marble tiles, with only a small cushion for people to sit on.And this small cushion is really small, so it is quite crowded when two people sit on it.

Sheng Zhixin quietly moved to the side a little uncomfortably.

His small movements seemed to be noticed by the people beside him, Wen Gu also leaned out considerately, and whispered: "Did you get squeezed?"

Just as Sheng Zhixin was about to speak, a fresh woody fragrance hit the tip of his nose unscrupulously.

It's like the smell of Wen Gu's perfume.

Very familiar, like smelling it somewhere.

"what happened?"

He withdrew from the memory, lowered his head slightly to hide: "I think this can be changed, what do you think?"

It’s hard to be able to write something I like. Sheng Zhixin said that when he enters the working state, he will enter the state, throw away those other thoughts just now, and start to pick out each section carefully, vowing to keep improving, so that this song is better than the one sung by YOUNG. It sounds even better next time.

***

All their adaptations and rehearsals for the song didn't end until five o'clock in the evening.

Sheng Zhixin, as the chief planner of this song, first picked out the verses according to everyone's vocal range, and then wrote a harmony and handed it to Wu Tong, who moved a chair and sat in front of him for him to practice vocalization. class.

Wu Tong benefited a lot, sat on the stool holding the wooden drum and didn't want to leave, his eyes lit up: "Practice for a while."

"Okay, okay." Sheng knew that the new state was still there, neither hungry nor tired, and his whole body was in a very excited state, "Let me tell you that your sentence can actually be handled in a different way... ..."

"Brother Sheng, you are really amazing."

Wu Tong's face was already very upright, but at this moment, his earnest praise seemed even more serious: "I've seen quite a few...cough, the flow of Licaihua people's design, but I can't even write a chord. Come out. You are different, it is very good to be able to make an adaptation like this in one afternoon. I like you very much, if there is a chance in the future, can we cooperate?"

When Sheng Zhixin heard the phrase "like", he felt a "thump" in his heart.

Are these people now willing to replace "appreciation" with liking?

Before he could answer, Wen Gu walked behind the two of them with the guitar on his back, and changed the topic: "Are you going? If you don't, it will be too late."

This studio is very close to the site of the music festival, just a short walk downstairs.Lin Zijin and Ai Xin wanted to make up and change clothes, and arrived at the scene a little later than the three of them.

Although this dance is based on YOUNG's stage, the costumes provided are not modern, and YOUNG's dance is a strong dance, so Lin Zijin cleverly changed it into a folk dance.

Sheng Zhixin had seen him in women's clothes, but this was the first time he had seen Lin Zijin in ancient clothes.

It seems that there is a kind of person who is born to be a clothes hanger, and he can change into any clothes.There is a hint of smile in those peach blossom eyes at all times, with a white folding fan in his hand, like a handsome young man walking out of a painting.

Sheng Zhixin, surnamed Yan Mingkong, looked a little dazed, and was slapped in the face.

Lin Zijin asked him with a smirk, "Do I look good?"

Sheng Zhixin nodded in a daze.

"Then, does Mr. Xiao Sheng consider following me after recording the variety show?"

Before he could answer, he heard Wen Gu whisper behind him: "Come Xiao Sheng, repeat my chord again."

Sheng Zhixin quickly responded, and turned to talk to Wen Gu.

Lin Zijin closed his fan and pressed it to the corner of his eyes, sneered: "Cut, cheapskate."

Sheng Zhixin lowered his head to study the score wholeheartedly, Wen Gu raised his eyes slightly, and licked the corner of his lower lip at Lin Zijin.