He really doesn't want to be popular with Pixiu [Entertainment Circle]

In order to find the feeling of writing sweet songs, Ling Xiu has worked very hard.

On the way to and from work, during work breaks, and even before going to bed at night, he plugged in his headphones and listened to those sweet songs that have been popular in recent years.

In addition to listening to songs, Ling Xiu also watches high-rated love movies and sweet love in his spare time.

But despite this, the information absorbed in a large amount has never been able to be transformed into his own inspiration.

--It seems that the body will automatically reject these messages.

Whenever Ling Xiu opened the document, his mind was still blank.

As a mythical beast, he rarely had such powerless moments.

"Brother, make it up." Chang Xiaosong saw him so troubled, and sincerely suggested, "Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? Although you have never been in a relationship, you have acted in a romantic drama in ancient costumes. I feel like it’s used in songwriting. You can also fantasize about what you imagine being in love would be like. I’ve heard that many authors who write sweet essays are actually singles, and they write love plots based on fantasy.”

"..."

Ling Xiu thought in his heart that it would be even worse, he has no feelings for love from his body to his consciousness, and he can't imagine it at all.

"For example, although I have never been in love, I have rich experience in crushing others and have longings for love." Chang Xiaosong continued to offer, "When I was in the second year of middle school, I wrote that kind of painful text that saddened the spring and autumn, Many female students were moved to tears. Brother, you can also work hard in this direction."

Ling Xiu sighed in distress: "But I have no longing for love."

Chang Xiaosong was speechless, "Apart from making money and eating junk food, you really have no interest in anything else."

"Nonsense." Ling Xiu retorted seriously, "I'm still working hard on my business, such as how to write sweet lyrics."

Chang Xiaosong held his chin and thought for a while.

"I've given all the advice I should give, and I really can't think of any other way. Brother, why don't you learn from your friends? Brainstorm together?"

This seems like a good idea.

So Ling Xiu sent WeChat to his friends, asking them what sweet love is.

The answers I got were various, and some friends sent their love stories. After reading it, Ling Xiu was very moved.

However, being moved is moved, and it still does not help the creation of the lyrics of the single.

——After all, this is someone else's love experience, and it can't be applied to yourself at all.

Just when Ling Xiu was distressed, he received a reply from Yan Wangchao.

"Why did you suddenly ask about sweet love?"

Seeing this sentence, Ling Xiu remembered that he hadn't shown the composed piece to Director Yan.

He told the other party the ins and outs of the matter, and Yan Wangchao excitedly expressed that he wanted to listen to Ling Xiu's song right now.

Ling Xiu sent the recorded song to Director Yan.

It's convenient to call soon.

"Teacher Ling, are you free now?"

Ling Xiu was surprised that Yan Wangchao didn't comment on the piece, but asked this question instead.

He froze for a moment, "I'm free."

"How about this." Yan Wangchao was in high spirits, "It's not ten o'clock yet, let's go out for supper and chat?"

Ling Xiu thought about it, and he didn't have any inspiration to stay at home, so it's better to meet up with friends and eat something.

"Okay, where can I have supper?"

Yan Wangchao said: "I went to a restaurant recently. Their food is very delicious. I'll send you the address right away."

……

The coldness of the night in early spring can't stop the heart of foodies.

An hour later, Ling Xiu met Yan Wangchao in a small restaurant deep in a certain alley.

It was almost eleven o'clock, but the business in the store was very good.

The owner couple mainly specializes in small stir-fries and stewed vegetables, which are most suitable for gatherings with friends late at night for a few drinks.

Yan Wangchao reserved a small private room in the store in advance, and ordered a few signature dishes.

"Director Yan, how did you find this place?" Ling Xiu was extremely impressed, "I took a taxi and even the native-born driver didn't know about it."

"I also came here with a friend, and after eating it once, I can't forget it." Yan Wangchao poured wine into Ling Xiu's glass, "This restaurant does not offer takeout, it opens at [-]:[-] every night and closes at [-]:[-] in the morning. shop."

"Then we can still eat for a while." Ling Xiu raised his glass, "Director Yan, I offer you a toast."

After toasting, the two began to eat stewed vegetables and chat.

Not long after, the fragrant and hot stir-fry was also served on the table.

Ling Xiu couldn't resist the attraction of delicious food at all, and started eating like crazy.

Yan Wangchao watched from the side with his aunt smiling.

"There are still a few days before the movie will start. If it were another director, seeing you eat so hard, you will definitely stop it."

Ling Xiu raised his head, "You are different from them, you understand me."

"The main reason is the way you eat, you are so cute, you can't bear to interrupt." Yan Wangchao realized, "No wonder you are a young man with so many mother fans. I am younger than you, but I always feel that I am about to become a mother fan too." .”

Ling Xiu almost spit out the food in his mouth.

"Director Yan, don't make me laugh."

"Eat slowly." Yan Wangchao handed over the tissue, "Mr. Ling, are you in a better mood now?"

Ling Xiu nodded desperately.

After a while, he swallowed the food in his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and sighed comfortably.

"Sure enough, food is the most healing, right? A few days ago, I always felt that my mind was chaotic, and my chest was a little stuffy."

"It's like this when you are creating. When you have no inspiration, you will be very depressed." Yan Wangchao has a deep understanding of this. "But after a long period of depression, the spark of art will definitely burst out. This is the law of creation."

Ling Xiu respectfully said, "Director Yan, you seem like a philosopher right now."

Yan Wangchao blushed and waved his hands quickly, "It's just some experience. Teacher Ling, I've listened to your music. It's light, joyful and sweet. Listening to it will make people feel happy. It's hard to believe that this is the first song you composed. Zhi Quzi, it is no exaggeration to describe you as a genius."

Received the compliment, Ling Xiu felt elated.

But soon he sighed again, "Unfortunately, I haven't written the words to match the song yet."

"The strings are too tight these days." Yan Wangchao suggested, "The more nervous you are, the more you can't get out of the state. It's better to relax completely. Don't think about writing lyrics these days. Relax when you are done with work. You should relax. Entertainment is entertainment. Maybe at a certain moment, inspiration will find you."

Ling Xiu thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be the case.

Whether it was the creation of lyrics or the creation of music before him, the spark of inspiration burst out inadvertently.

"Director Yan, you're right, I'm still pushing myself too hard." Most of the depression in Ling Xiu's heart disappeared, "It's not so easy to create, and it's a love song that I'm not good at."

"Little sweet songs don't necessarily have to be about love." Yan Wangchao said casually, "There are so many emotions, don't set limits for yourself."

These words made Ling Xiu's eyes light up, and he felt enlightened.

Yes, there is more than love in the world.

Who says other feelings can't be sweet?

He raised his glass excitedly, "One word awakened the dreamer, and my knot was solved immediately, Director Yan, thank you."

……

After waking up from sleep, Ling Xiu completely put aside the matter of writing lyrics as Yan Wangchao suggested.

When it's time to work, he should work hard, and after work is over, he should surf the Internet and play games.

This day, work was done early and the weather was fine, so Ling Xiu decided to go for a walk in the park near his home alone.

The sunshine of the day brings the vigorous breath of spring, and the willows have sprouted new buds, swaying their soft limbs under the breeze.

Beside the small lake in the park, there are grandparents sitting on benches chatting, some parents taking their children for a walk, and some young people playing and singing with their guitars in their arms.

They are immersed in their own world, comfortable and free.

Ling Xiu likes this environment very much, no one knows him -- or no one cares whether he is a so-called star or not.

He walked to the other side of the small lake and sat down on a big rock.

The sun shone on the surface of the lake, shining like gold.

There are a few wild ducks swimming slowly on the lake, leaving rows of beautiful water patterns.

Ling Xiu let his head go blank, enjoying the warm sunlight in the afternoon.

Gradually, his mood also calmed down.

He didn't think about anything, but scenes automatically appeared in his mind.

There are loving and gentle young mothers teaching their children how to walk over and over again;

A young man with a dream caresses the strings, his face is full of expectations for the future;

Elderly people with gray temples, sitting together and talking about their wives, children and lovely grandsons;

There is also Bian Mu, who runs fast with a Frisbee in his mouth, and flicks his ears.

very nice.

Everything is so warm and sweet.

Ling Xiu's expression gradually softened, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, finally forming a beautiful arc.

The pictures in my mind are still flowing, but they are dyed with colorful halos, and finally form concrete words.

...inspiration strikes, right now.

Ling Xiu opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone, and quickly recorded these words.

While typing, he unconsciously hummed the song he composed, feeling warm physically and mentally, as if soaked in a honeypot.

After writing down the text in one breath, Ling Xiu sent him to Yan Wangchao without hesitation.

Within half a minute, Yan Wangchao called.

"Teacher Ling, the words are well written!" He said in a very excited tone, "That kind of sweetness and happiness can be substituted into any kind of emotion, and anyone who hears it will resonate!"

"Really?" Ling Xiu didn't expect to get such a high evaluation.

"Really!" Yan Wangchao urged, "Hurry up and show the lyrics to your music teacher, I believe he will be as excited as me!"

As Director Yan expected, after Mr. Hu got the lyrics, his excitement was beyond words.

"The lyrics transcend the sweetness of Xiaoqingxiaoai, and have reached a higher level, which makes people feel sincerely excited and satisfied. Xiaoling, you are more genius than I imagined. I thought you could only write a slobbering song. Sweet song, I didn't expect you to come up with such an amazing thing for me. I will start to arrange music tomorrow and try to get the single out as soon as possible."

"Then thank you, Mr. Hu." Ling Xiu sincerely thanked, "If it weren't for your encouragement and support, I would not have been able to write this song."

Teacher Hu smiled brightly, "You are about to enter the group, get busy with business first, and leave this to me."

……

Ling Xiu is a little Pixiu with unlimited energy, even if he is about to join the group, he can find time to create.

Recently, he feels that his inspiration is bursting out, like a volcano erupting, unstoppable.

One night, while falling asleep, Ling Xiu suddenly got a jolt and jumped up from the bed.

He picked up the guitar and started humming along.

——Just now, Ling Xiu suddenly had a feeling. Various plots of the movie flashed through his mind, and then he vaguely had the outline of the movie's theme song.

The notes are like ethereal stars, shaking to form a score.

Ling Xiu refused to let go of the moment of inspiration, and recorded the music score while playing and singing according to his memory.

But art needs deliberation and pondering.

Some passages pop up and don't reach the most satisfactory state.

So Ling Xiu played and sang, revising and revising.

By the time he wrote a complete and satisfactory score, the eastern sky had turned pale.

...It just passed in one night!

The most incredible thing is that he wrote the theme song of the movie!

Ling Xiu was so excited that he played the guitar completely according to the score.

Just after playing, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother." Chang Xiaosong's slightly crying voice came.

Ling Xiu quickly put down the guitar and went to open the door.

Chang Xiaosong outside the door had red eyes, which startled Ling Xiu.

"Xiao Song, what happened?"

"Brother." Chang Xiaosong pursed his mouth, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"