What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

At this time, it was just ten minutes before the start of the third round.

This round, Xiao Han and the others were given five days to create.

In other rooms, the ace composers are sitting on chairs with their eyes closed and concentrating, each with their own plans in mind.

Innovation is indeed a bit difficult.

With their abilities, it is still possible to make changes on the original basis.

But innovation and creating new styles cannot be accomplished in a short time.

After half a lifetime, they have not achieved this achievement.

Whoever can really create a new style will definitely be able to enter the Hall of Fame. That is the goal they have always pursued.

Now that Chairman Sun has raised this topic, they must take it seriously and not make things up.

or? Just make changes to the existing style? This can be considered a bit new, and it makes sense.

This is basically the common thought of all aces.

Only Lao Wang was scratching his head, and he was serious.

He wanted to be different.

But it's not that easy.

"Old Sun, are you too difficult for them in setting the question this time? In just five days, no one can succeed."

Tang Zhihe looked at Chairman Sun who was silent and asked with confusion.

This time he really didn't understand what his old friend was thinking.

"I know all this, and there is no other way. Over the years, the composing world has been silent for too long. If there is no stimulation, they will become rigid. I don't ask them to really create a new style. As long as there are changes, then It’s also good.”

President Sun looked at the tea cup in front of him absentmindedly, his eyes full of melancholy.

The world of composing really needs to change, and it cannot go downhill in his hands.

After listening to Chairman Sun's words, Tang Zhihe felt sad when he thought of the similar situation at home.

Compared to Lao Sun, he is not as good as him.

This time, he wanted to see what kind of movement Lao Sun could make, and also provide some experience to his family.

"That's it, let's look at their performance. It's just a disaster for that kid Xiao Han. Under such pressure, don't damage his confidence."

Thinking of Xiao Han among them, Tang Zhihe was inevitably worried.

For fear of killing this rare and good seedling.

"Old Tang, please keep your heart in your stomach. Xiao Han is not as fragile as you think. He is young and has a quick mind. He may even bring surprises under high pressure."

Knocking gently on the table in front of him, President Sun returned to the old god's presence.

"I hope so. He is a rare and good young talent. Don't let it be ruined in your hands."

Thinking that Xiao Han was not that fragile, Tang Zhihe temporarily put aside his worries.

I have more expectations for Xiao Han's last work.

Maybe it will really bring surprises.

In the creative studio, the score in front of Xiao Han has been written to the end.

As the last note fell, Xiao Han exhaled and gently rubbed his wrist.

Just when he was about to take a breath and rest, a head suddenly stuck out from behind him.

Suddenly he was frightened and fell to the side.

When he saw clearly that it was Ju Hai, Xiao Han patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"I said Brother Ju, why did you do it so quietly? I was shocked."

Pulling out the chair, Xiao Han looked dumbfounded.

"Hey, I'm curious. I'm not fascinated by your work. Tell me, what did you write? Why have I never seen this form of composition before?"

Without bothering to explain, Ju Hai stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Han's shoulders and asked anxiously.

He desperately wanted to hear the answer.

"Stop, Brother Ju, don't be impatient. This is just a tune, the lyrics haven't been filled in yet!"

Xiao Han frowned and pulled away Ju Hai's hands. The old man's grip hurt him.

Seeing Xiao Han's frown, Ju Hai also reacted and let go of his hand.

"Sorry, I'm a little impatient. This is your new work, it's too strange, so I can't hold it back~"

Ju Hai took a small step back and said apologetically.

"It's okay. This was originally meant to be made public. It's okay to tell you in advance."

Waving his hand nonchalantly, Xiao Han pointed to the music score on the screen and began to explain it to Ju Hai.

"This piece uses our traditional pentatonic scale and borrows ancient composition methods. However, the arrangement here uses a modern model. The instruments are a combination of traditional folk instruments and modern instruments."

Ju Hai seemed to understand, mainly because no one had ever done it this way.

"The style of music I use is an antique minor tune, which incorporates erhu, pipa, harp and other traditional instruments, trying to create a retro charm. Do you understand? Brother Ju."

As he said this, a bright light flashed in Xiao Han's eyes, which was his confidence in this work.

Ju Hai touched his chin, feeling a little confused.

Looking at his expression, Xiao Han understood clearly.

"Brother Ju, it's not complete yet. When you finish filling in the lyrics, I'll sing it to you once and you'll understand."

After saying that, Xiao Han ignored Ju Hai. I sat back in front of the computer and started writing lyrics.

It's too troublesome to explain, so let's finish it first.

Looking at Xiao Han who had re-entered the state, Ju Hai weakly put down his raised hand.

As a senior musician, I never thought that such a day would come to me.

For a moment, I didn't understand Xiao Han's musical concept.

Have you failed to keep up with the times? There was self-doubt in his mind.

Shaking his head, Xiao Han shook this thought out of his mind, which almost broke Xiao Han's heart.

He regained his composure and looked at the text on the screen.

'A lamp of separation and sorrow stands alone at the window

I'm pretending behind the door that you haven't left yet

It’s like revisiting an old place with a full moon and feeling even more lonely

The candlelight that wakes me up in the middle of the night cannot bear to criticize me harshly

...'

This is?

Ancient poetry? lyrics?

Looking at the beautiful lines of text, Ju Hai slowly opened his mouth.

He really wanted to split Xiao Han's head open and take a look.

What kind of brain can write such beautiful lyrics?

Reading it gently, Ju Hai felt like the alternation of ancient and modern times, and even more of a sense of time and space intersecting.

It's like ancient poems entering the lyrics, and it's like the lyrics becoming ancient poems.

The lines are full of ancient charm.

Combined with the music score, there is an instantly astonishing feeling.

Isn't this a completely new style of music?

If this is not innovation, what else can it be called?

Although I still don’t know what it will sound like when I sing it.

But he already had a feeling in his heart that Xiao Han was going to go crazy!

Such a magical tool, he couldn't wait to see the expressions of the judges and the competing ace songwriters.

Would you be as shocked as he was?

This kid Xiao Han is clearly here to mess with people's mentality.

How do you make other ace songwriters feel like this?

This leaves no way for them to survive!

But, it’s really cool~

Thinking of the exciting scene at that time, Ju Hai couldn't help but grin.

"Brother Ju, what are you thinking about? I've filled it out here, and I need your cooperation to record the audio track."

Xiao Han turned around and said.

What he saw was Ju Hai's lewd smile.

After Ju Hai came to his senses, the two began to cooperate to complete the accompaniment.

"East Wind Breaks" slowly took shape.

Waiting to amaze the world.