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Chapter 27 Genius

"..."

Huang Ze didn't know what to say.

For a song of the level of "My Motherland and I", your requirements are really not too high!
But there is nothing we can do. An old person in the family is like a treasure.

I can only coax.

"Grandpa, listen to my voice, does it sound like I can sing that kind of song?"

"It will take at least another 20 or 30 years before the song can be sung with that momentum, right?"

"From what you said, you can actually write this kind of song? It's just that it doesn't quite suit your voice, so you don't write it?" The old man's voice was rather rough, and there was an irresistible majesty in his eyes.

"This……"

"That's enough." The old man turned his head back and acted like a child. "I don't care. I want to hear songs like this. Why do we have to sing about love every day? Can't we sing some songs with higher meanings, like military songs?"

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

"Next time you come, remember to bring the tape of your song so I can listen to it. If not, don't come."

"Haha!" Grandma laughed, "Don't mind him, he just feels that he can't brag to his chess friends. Your grandfather's friends don't understand your songs. If you tell them to them, they won't know anything. They will just know that you were on the Spring Festival Gala."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"How can this happen?"

The old man's eyes widened, "Do I need to brag?"

"No, definitely not!" Huang Ze consoled him, "I'll write it right away when I get home. When I'm done and the tape comes out, I'll give it to you first."

"That's reasonable. Don't go back at noon today. Come back after lunch."

"Okay." Huang Ze also knew that he had to eat this meal. Not eating would be a lack of face for his grandparents. Anyway, his grandparents had a nanny and didn't need them to cook.

While the nanny was cooking, Huang Ze kept bragging to the old man.

Well, it’s mainly to listen to the old man bragging.

It was not until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that Huang Ze was able to leave and return home, using the excuse of going back to write songs.

He continued to sit at his desk and started the business of copying songs.

The new album already has five songs, and it will be almost done if we write three, four or five more.

"Of course, if these songs are the ones that the old man likes..."

Considering his career and experience, there is no need to choose, and melodies emerge in my mind.

"It was a fine morning, and the pigeon whistles accompanied the reveille, but the world was not ..."

"When That Day Comes".

"Who am I in the vast sea of ​​people?"

"Among the surging waves, which one am I..."

"The Motherland Will Not Forget".

"If the motherland is invaded..."

"Chinese Military Soul".

"It's almost done. Just one more softer song will do." Huang Ze picked up the pen and wrote another song, "Green Flower in the Army."

After writing the lyrics and music of this song, Huang Ze's mouth couldn't help but curl up wildly.

In future military training singing competitions or something like that, these four songs will probably account for at least one third, if not half of the world, right?
Thinking about each class of students singing their own songs.

That feeling.

Not bad!

And the most important thing is that I can also report to the old man.

but……

If he is not satisfied with any of these four songs, then old man, don't blame me for being too filial.

If you don’t go, don’t go!
Besides, if I have to go, can you stop me?
It's true that the older you get, the more disobedient you become.

This is no ordinary grandfather.

Must hit hard!
……

On Monday, since the filming had ended, Huang Ze could be said to have had a day of fishing.

As soon as I got off work, I said something to Gong Xing and went to China Record Corporation.

I walked to Xie Kun's office with ease. Several old friends were already waiting inside.

"Ouch! You're here so early."

Xie Kun stood up and said, "Welcome, welcome. By the way, Brother Huang, how many poems have you written?"

"Haha." Huang Ze pretended to be mysterious and made a nine gesture.

"What number is this?" Xie Kun recognized it, but he was a little unconvinced, so he asked, "Is it nine?"

"Of course! Nine songs, absolutely original!" Huang Ze handed the bag containing the manuscripts to Xie Kun.

"Oh, that's perfect."

"You sit down, let me take a look first!"

Xie Kun took it and started reading the score and humming.

"The sky is dark and the ground is gloomy, and I can't help but see the shooting stars."

"The burn will not hurt the refrigerated heart."

……

"All the things we say goodbye to, all the things we can't go back to."

"It can't be destroyed and drowned."

"This song is quite catchy! And the melody is obviously more lively than the previous songs. I think this song will be a big hit. What about Zhang Xing? Once you make a move, he will have to stand aside." Xie Kun sighed.

"If I don't make a move, he will have to stand aside." Huang Ze said something that only he understood, and made a gesture of invitation, "Let's watch other songs."

"Okay!" Xie Kun happily read through the poems one by one.

The quality of the first five songs varies, but in his opinion, they can all score 80 points, and any one of them is something that ordinary musicians would find difficult to write.

Until humming the sixth song.

"Who am I in the vast sea of ​​people?"

"Among the rushing waves, which one am I?"

"Hmm? This song doesn't match the previous one." Xie Kun frowned, stopped, and looked at Huang Ze curiously, "Can you write this type of song?"

"Hey, the Spring Festival Gala has a wide coverage. Young people, middle-aged people and the elderly all know me. I thought of making two songs that they would like. We sell tapes not just for young people."

"And with these five songs, there are enough for young people to listen to." Huang Ze first came up with the answer and then made up the reason.

But the reason is still pretty strong.

Xie Kun also felt that there was some truth in it and continued humming.

"In the army that conquers the universe, I am the one who contributes silently."

"In the long river of brilliant career, I am the one who is always galloping."

"I don't need you to know me, and I don't want you to know me."

"I integrate my youth into the mountains and rivers of my motherland."

"The mountains know me, the rivers know me..."

As he sang, Xie Kun burst into tears uncontrollably.

"Mr. Xie, why are you crying?" The young man next to him who broke down in tears when listening to "Little Flower" last time didn't understand. It was indeed exciting to listen to the song, but there was no need to cry!
After saying that, he hurriedly took out a piece of toilet paper from his pocket that he had put in there as a spare but had never used, and handed it to Xie Kun.

"It's okay!" Xie Kun paused, waved his hand to refuse, and wiped away his tears with his hands.

"I can't help it, I can't help it!"

"I had an uncle who suddenly disappeared. He was still alive, but we didn't know what he was doing or where he was. We only figured out what he was doing later."

"I actually always feel that he has not received any honors and his obscurity is not worth it."

"But as I get older, and after seeing your song, to be honest, I think the mountains and rivers know, and that's not bad. History will remember them in the end."

"Your song." Xie Kun took a deep breath, "It's almost comparable to Zhang Mingmin's "My Chinese Heart". Not bad! This song is good, and older fans will definitely like it!"

Finish singing the remaining three songs.

Xie Kun seemed to be afraid that Huang Ze would go back on his word, and immediately said anxiously, "For these four extra songs, we'll still charge 500 per song! Go to the finance department and get another 8,000."

"Take the money first!"

Someone was asked to take Huang Ze to get the money, while Xie Kun stood there, looking at Huang Ze's back.

After Huang Ze disappeared, Xie Kun sat down and couldn't help but sigh, "What a genius! It's amazing!"

(End of this chapter)