Why not? A song, the cool school beauty is turned sweet

"Every song is a hit song?"

Thinking of this possibility, everyone in the group took a deep breath.

The possibility is small, but not zero.

"Should... maybe... probably not?"

After this sentence came out, they realized that none of them dared to directly deny this possibility.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.

Wu Yuan:"I see you guys haven't come up with anything after chatting for a long time. Why don't you just listen for yourself and you will know!"

"Yes! Great advice, brother!"

"Damn, what brother, isn’t this the God of Lyrics Wu Yuan?"

"The God of Lyrics is here! Come on, Wu Lao! Beat Gu Yi!"

"Let's go, let's listen to the boss. Let's go and have a listen."

The group that was originally chatting heatedly suddenly became quiet.

Wu Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing this group of people chatting made him nervous.

They are all hit songs, how is it possible?

As a senior composer, he does not think that all the songs in the album released by a newcomer like Gu Yi are at the level of hit songs.

In his opinion, songs of that level are hard to come by, and require inspiration and a little bit of luck.

However, Wu Yuan still opened the music software unconsciously and clicked on the homepage of Gu Yi's new album"Ancient Rhyme".

There are a total of eight songs, which are completely arranged in alphabetical order according to the English initials, and there is indeed no hit song.

The first song,"Dongfeng Po",

Wu Yuan clicked to play.

The ancient melody came out.

Wu Yuan nodded secretly after listening. His opponent is indeed very strong and has a deep foundation in lyric writing.

Anyway, he can't write lyrics with such a strong Chinese style.

He admitted in his heart that Gu Yi's lyrics for this song are better than his.

But……

"That's not enough, this song can't kill us old guys……"

Wu Yuan knew that he had already lost in terms of song quality.

But he still had an advantage, which was a larger fan base than Gu Yi.

So even though he knew his song was not as good as Gu Yi's, he did not think that Gu Yi could surpass him and take the first place on the new song list this month.

"Next song!"Chrysanthemum Terrace"

As Wu Yuan clicked the mouse, the cello sounded slowly with a hint of sadness.

Wu Yuan was also immersed in the world depicted in the music.

"Your tears are soft and hurt"

"The pale crescent moon hooks the past"

"The night is too long, condensed into frost"

"Who is in the attic, cold and desperate?

This is a song about a general who is away at war and his wife who is waiting at home alone, missing each other.

On a cold night, the woman went up to the attic alone, with tears in her eyes, looking at the pale face and silently missing her husband who was away at war.

Then the perspective changes to the general.

"The rain is gently falling, the vermilion window"

"My life is on paper, blown by the wind"

"The dream is far away, turning into a scent"

"Your appearance drifts away with the wind"

"……"

The general's longing for his wife and his desire to realize his ambitions are constantly intertwined.

Wu Yuan has completely immersed himself in the song, as if he is a general far away on the battlefield.

He is caught in an endless dilemma.

How should he choose between his long-missed wife and the endless battlefield of fame?

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult to achieve...

Wu Yuan doesn't know what choice to make, so he can only listen quietly to the next story in the song.

He wants to know what choice the protagonist of the story will make.

Gu Yi's sad song once again reached his ears.

"The flowers have already faded, and the splendor has fallen"

"In the withering world, fate is unbearable"

"Don't worry about crossing the river, autumn heart is split in two"

"I’m afraid you won’t be able to reach the shore and will be in turmoil for the rest of your life."

From the wife’s perspective, she is worried that her husband"will not be able to reach the shore" and will not be able to come back to reunite with her.

Wu Yuan looked at the lyrics on the computer screen and could only sigh in amazement.

"Isn't"sorrow" divided into two halves"autumn heart"?

The fusion of scene and mood seems to be natural.

"Sadness and autumn heart, it's really... so good."

Wu Yuan was at a loss for words, and in the end he could only use this simple adjective to express his admiration.

"Who's the country's horseshoe frenzy"

"I am in military uniform, whistling with vicissitudes of life"

"The sky is slightly bright, you sigh softly"

"A night of melancholy, so euphemistic."

The perspective returns to the general, who is worried that he will not be able to achieve success, and also worried that he will not be able to return home and see his long-missed wife.

As the song reaches its climax, the story in the song seems to have come to an end.

"The chrysanthemums are withered, and the ground is full of wounds"

"Your smile has turned yellow"

"The flowers fall and people are heartbroken"

"My thoughts lie quietly"

"The north wind is blowing, the night is still long"

"Your shadow can't be cut off"

"I am left alone on the lake, in pairs."

When the chrysanthemums withered, they naturally fell and were trampled on. The image of his wife, whom he had not seen for a long time, had become blurred in his mind.

Only he was left sitting by the lake, leaning against his shadow in the lake.

Wu Yuan turned off the computer, went to the window sill and lit a cigarette with melancholy.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky and fell into deep thought.

The lyrics did not give him the answer he wanted.

He wondered, if it were him, what would he choose between his dream and his family?

He couldn't think of it.……

"I guess you don't know what to choose, right?"

After a while, Wu Yuan said calmly,

"However, you win." ps:"Chrysanthemum Terrace" singer: Jay Chou, lyrics: Fang Wenshan, composer: Jay Chou, arranger: Zhong Xingmin.