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Having said that, the composers here all think that Lin Shiyi is the reincarnation of Father Qu?

Damn, this is too prolific, right?

You can tell the quality of a song with only four paragraphs, even a gold medal composer can't do it!

Under everyone's expectation, Lin Shiyi came back from the bathroom, and they all had a tacit understanding without making a sound.

When a composer is composing, the most taboo thing is that someone suddenly runs out and interrupts your train of thought.

Sometimes what is interrupted is not the train of thought, but an explosive song, and the loss may be as high as 1000 million!

That's why those big companies don't usually see Qu Dae level figures.

The company has made the biggest exception for Qu Dads. They can create and record at home, as long as they occasionally come to the company to check in for a day or two within a month.

Lin Shiyi almost got the same treatment, but it was still far behind Qu Daddy's treatment.

As Lin Shiyi returned to the office, a strange scene appeared in the Blooming Composition Department.

There was no one in the office area outside, but this independent office was full of people.

If it weren't for the fact that the office is still relatively large, it would have started to be congested long ago.

Just under the expectation of all the composers, Lin Shiyi tapped his fingers on the keyboard.

"Three rounds of drinking, you are in the corner, stubbornly singing bitter songs, listening to it being drowned in the hustle and bustle, you pick up the glass and say to yourself..."

After writing this, Lin Shixi paused for a moment, but in the eyes of Yang Fan, Jin Yangming, Wang Zifan and other silver medal composers, his heart was pounding.

The next lyric should be the climax, right?

If the lyrics of the climax are connected end to end with the previous words, it will have the potential to explode!

A cup to the sun, a cup to the moonlight;

Awaken my longing, soften the cold window;

——So I can fly against the wind without looking back——

Don't be afraid of rain in your heart and frost in your eyes...

As Lin Shishi wrote this, he clearly heard the sound of rapid breathing.

For silver medal composers like Yang Fan, Jin Yangming, and Wang Zifan, they have a certain vision and are immediately attracted by this climax.

"What a toast to the sun, and a toast to the moonlight!" Yang Fan's whole body was trembling.

If you let him write this kind of lyrics, maybe he can write half of it after a few years.

But Lin Shishi only started accepting Douge a few days ago, how long has it been since he was able to write words of this quality?

So perverted!

"Don't make a sound!"

Wang Zifan directly blocked his mouth.

They all waited for Lin Shiyi to finish writing the song, but Yang Fan kept feeling emotional.

It was also the first time that this group of composers waited so anxiously for someone else to write a song.

Just as everyone was expecting, when Lin Shiyi tapped the keyboard slowly with his fingers, there was a sudden knock on the door of the office.

"Who said "I'm a little salted fish", your takeaway has arrived. "

The takeaway boy in yellow clothes came with a pack of lunch.

He also found it strange that there was no one in the office area outside, but they came to this office instead.

"Hold!"

"Whose takeaway?"

"Order your mother's takeaway at the critical moment!"

After being disturbed by the takeaway boy, Lin Shiyi directly put down his hand typing on the keyboard, which was the rhythm of his thoughts being interrupted.

Suddenly there were waves of angry voices.

"I...my..." Yang Fan was a little embarrassed, just now he swore that anyone who dared to speak out would be against him.

The quiet atmosphere was broken by him again and again.

"You have lost your full attendance and bonus for this month!" Song Lanlan's eyes widened with anger, "Xiao Linzi's train of thought was interrupted by you!"

Even Jin Yangming and Wang Zifan cast venomous glances.

"That...Xiao Linzi, I'm sorry, I interrupted your creative thinking." Yang Fan didn't dare to go out to get takeaway, but just let the takeaway brother put it on the desk outside.

Before the delivery boy left, he was still muttering that there was something wrong with these guys.

"Ah? Has my creative thinking been interrupted?" I didn't know, Lin Shixi said with emotion: "I'm just too tired from typing, so I need to take a break."

"As you all know, I'm a terminal cancer typewriter."

After speaking, he continued typing on the keyboard.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his creative thinking was not interrupted, otherwise he would become a sinner of blooming.

The climax of the lyrics is still going on. Although there was an unpleasant episode just now, these composers just took a look and entered the state again.

A cup of toast to the hometown, a toast to the distant place,

Keeping my kindness and urging me to grow,

So the north-south road is no longer long,

The soul no longer has nowhere to rest,

Restless guest,

acting presumptuously,

Disguising, dancing, weary,

You pick up your glass and say to yourself,

A cup to the sun, a cup to the moonlight,

Awaken my longing, soften the cold window,

So you can fly against the wind without looking back,

Don't be afraid of rain in your heart and frost in your eyes,

A cup of toast to the hometown, a toast to the distant place,

Keeping my kindness and urging me to grow,

So the north-south road is no longer long,

The soul no longer has nowhere to rest,

A toast to tomorrow, a toast to the past,

supporting my body, thickening my shoulders,

Although I never believed in the so-called high mountains and long rivers,

Life is too short why never forget,

A toast to liberty, a toast to death,

Forgive my ordinaryness, drive away the confusion,

Well, I always leave in a hurry after dawn,

A sane man is the most absurd,

Sober people are the most absurd...

Xiao Linzi finished writing the lyrics in one breath, which soon triggered a terrifying cry.

"These lyrics..."

"If only I could write lyrics of this level in my lifetime!"

"No, ah, ah, I can't breathe!"

Compared with other people's shouts, Yang Fan and other silver medal composers gave their own evaluation: "The last sentence "the most absurd are the sober people" is like a bright pen. "

"Xiao Linzi's lyrics are very good!" Jin Yangming gave a thumbs up: "He used two sentences, "A sober person is the most absurd", just to remind the sad audience that a sober person is the most absurd person! "

"To sum it up in two words, awesome!"

"I think this song is going to be popular!"

"Nonsense, what do you think?"

"No, I didn't mean the fire literally, it is very likely to win an award!"

"Award!"

I don't know which silver medal composer said these two words, and it immediately quieted the noisy environment in the office.

What is the concept of winning an award?

Being named and recognized by the official media for the quality and level of this song!

You know, one of the ways to become Qu Daddy is to have two award-winning works.

What is an award?

Being named and recognized by the official media, awarding awards at the beginning of the year is winning!

The official media is not the name-calling like the military media.

The military media's name-calling at most means that a song has the value of existence.

But the official media roll call is different, it means that the group of top composers and lyricists all recognize the level of your song!