After the hype is finished, it will be scattered [entertainment circle]

A month passed quickly, He Yin's short rest period ended, and finally started a new round of work.

During the rest period, He Yin took on two plays.Both of these are movies, an urban romance and a gangster movie.Romance films can be finished in about three weeks, while police films take more than a month.

On the last day, after the two had dinner outside, He Yin drove Zhou Ruyan home.While thinking in my heart that "the task is finally over", I was actually a little bit disappointed.

I want to send Zhou Ruyan back.

"Starting tomorrow, you will go back to the company for training and listen to Wu Rui's arrangement," He Yin drove the car, calming down, "First try to see if you can write songs, and then no matter whether it is a record or something, you will listen to Wu Rui Yes. Your agent is immature, and Wu Rui is your agent agent now."

"Got it." Zhou Ruyan sat in the co-pilot and nodded.

At night, there are not many cars on the road.He Yin drove very steadily. When he passed the viaduct, the orange lights on both sides of the bridge cast from the panoramic sunroof, casting a warm yellow halo inside the car.

Zhou Ruyan turned to look at He Yin, and after a while, turned to look out the window and smiled.

"What's wrong?" He Yin caught a glimpse of his slight smile and asked.

"No." Zhou Ruyan looked at the street lights outside the window and shook her head.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly sighed again: "Thank you."

He Yin was startled: "Ah."

The lights of the street lamps flashed and reappeared from the skylight, alternately passing through patches of silence.

The next day, Zhou Ruyan arrived at the company early in the morning to start formal training.

He Yin's studio is not yet at a mature stage. The reason why He Yin was allowed to take him for a month is because Zhou Ruyan appeared too suddenly and there was no teacher who could take him.The second is that Zhou Ruyan's situation is special, and she needs to transition in the process of changing careers, and there is an adaptation stage.

When she first joined the company, Zhou Ruyan heard that He Yin is a hard-working and busy artist.He can take on several TV series and movies a year, and except for the annual leave, the schedule is almost full of work.

And the month that he brought Zhou Ruyan into the industry was actually He Yin's injury in the last movie, and the doctor arranged for him to recuperate.

Zhou Ruyan was a little embarrassed, after all, asking the film king to give up his recuperation time to bring him a newcomer, no matter how you think about it, it's a bit overqualified.

Before getting to know He Yin, he had watched many films starring He Yin.The people on the screen are handsome and elegant, with charming smiles.But sometimes Zhou Ruyan feels that the He Yin on the screen is not He Yin's real appearance at all.

The real He Yin is the sharp-tongued harsh monster in the family, the psycho who plays the violin and listens to cross talk.But that neurotic, now I don't know where to go to film.

"Have you ever learned music arrangement?" The serious man looked at Zhou Ruyan and asked.

A small mustache and a thin body—the teacher who leads Zhou Ruyan to class is a very powerful arranger in the industry, Zhong Yan.Although he looks like an ordinary person in his early thirties, he has actually written songs for many big-name singers. Just looking at the various awards in the music industry over the years, he doesn't know how many he has won.

Zhou Ruyan was also shocked when she first met him. She never expected that the company could hire him such a famous teacher.

Sitting at the conference table, Zhou Ruyan looked at Zhong Yan holding a whiteboard marker with a serious look on his face.

"Let's talk about some theory today. Arranging music is different from composing music, you know that?" Zhong Yan wrote a few words on the whiteboard, and the handwriting was quite beautiful.

"In China, we generally call the one who writes the melody of the human voice a composer, that is, 'songwriter', and the one who integrates all the melodies into the soundtrack is called an arranger..."

Zhou Ruyan held a small notebook, listening, writing and drawing.

He majored in music performance in college, but when he was bored, he more or less took classes in the composition department.

In domestic conservatories, most of those who study composition can arrange music.And Zhou Ruyan has always been interested in original music, and her background is relatively good.Zhong Yan briefly talked about it, and after two days, Zhou Ruyan quickly became familiar with the creation of pop music.

On Wednesday, Zhou Ruyan was taken to the practice room by Zhong Yan as soon as she arrived at the company.

At eight o'clock in the morning, there were not many people in the company, and the practice room was empty.In the huge practice room, except for the mirrors on three entire walls, there is only a black lacquered piano on the wooden floor, which is quietly placed under the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the golden sunlight is sprinkled on the surface of the piano.

Zhong Yan patted Zhou Ruyan on the shoulder: "You are from classical music, come on, play something casually."

Zhou Ruyan hesitated for a moment, nodded, walked over, and sat down in front of the piano.

It's been a long time since he practiced the piano properly.

— the first note pops out.

Music is a very magical thing. Human communication requires language, but music does not.

Just five lines, seven notes, and 88 black and white keys.Their countless transformations and combinations can reproduce countless complex emotions and create the greatest art in the world.

When Zhou Ruyan plays the piano, he can instantly enter a meditative state of mind.For him, the musical notes do not seem to flow from his fingertips, but are captured in his own world.

In the face of music, his emotions can always be poured out endlessly like a flood!His fingers jumped rapidly on the keys, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The brisk jumping sound is like a large field of wild flowers stretching on the spring field, and the tune is mellow and light, like flowing water breaking ice, and a river tinkling.The great vista is shaking in the sky.The wings and feathers of migratory birds cut through the clear blue sky, the spring rain gently sifted down on the vast land, and the life in the fields sighed contentedly.Spring is like a teenager, brisk and free, and the spring rain brings joyful emotions.

Suddenly, three chords were pressed suddenly, and the rhythm changed suddenly!Discordant minor second intervals began to appear, the sky darkened, thunder gradually sounded, and dark clouds rolled from the horizon.

Lightning pierced through the long night, lighting up a forest shaken by the wind.The heavy rain poured down, and the thunder "boomed" to split the boundless storm!The turbulent movement is getting faster and faster, and the whole world is smashed into the endless rainstorm... This rain is turbulent emotions, boundless accusations, unwillingness and obsession. Ten thousand strands of stubbornness are twisted together to become the lightning that illuminates the world.

In the rain, Zhou Ruyan was as insignificant as an ant, let the strong wind beat, lightning flashed and thundered.The torrential rain soaked his clothes, and he stood in the rain, the director of the rain and the man in the rain.

The last sound is retracted, and the world lights up.

Everything disappeared, and the sun shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the practice room, and the warmth and calmness returned before my eyes.

Zhong Yan was obviously a little surprised, with a shock that hadn't come to an end on his face, he stared blankly at Zhou Ruyan.

After a long while, it seemed that he suddenly realized it, and nodded and clapped his hands in satisfaction: "Very good!"

Zhou Ruyan smiled and said nothing.

It had been a long time since he had played a piece so heartily.

In this piece, the change of tune is more like an inner monologue.The composer's roar amidst lightning and thunder penetrates through the paper, travels through history and countries, breaks language barriers, and expresses his stubbornness and unwillingness.

"This one...is very good." Zhong Yan nodded and walked over.

"The piece by a famous artist was originally a symphony, but I changed it to a piano solo version." Zhou Ruyan smiled a little embarrassedly, "I like this piece very much, and I have played it in concerts before, but the effect is not very good. "

"Look for someone who understands your music." Zhong Yan looked at him with a serious face, "Have you thought about your own music?"

Zhou Ruyan shook his head, then nodded again.

He thought about it, but now, one is that he dare not think about it, and the other is that he doesn't know where to start.

Zhong Yan looked at him with a hesitant expression: "Xiao Yan, I have a proposal...you can think about it."

"You said?" Zhou Ruyan nodded politely.

"Do you know that classics have changed into fashion?" Zhong Yan asked.

The author has something to say: Thank you for collecting ~ continue to ask for comments! ~

The relationship line will go with the career line, and in less than two chapters, Xiao Yan will run back to He Yin again_(:з」∠)_.

*classic to fashion

The route set for Xiaoyan here will be explained later. It is no stranger to change classical music into popular music. Many popular music you listen to now has classical music adaptations.

For example, what everyone is most familiar with, Mozart's "Symphony No. 40 First Movement" was used in "I Don't Want to Grow Up"; "Persian Cat" changed Coltby's "Persian Market"; Part of "Ode to Joy"...

Generally speaking, classics are changed into popular ones. If they are changed well, they will be classics. If they are not changed, they will be failures. This is a great challenge for creators.