The public enemy of the whole people is king in the entertainment industry

Xiao Chuyan slept for 12 hours, and when he got up, his rhinitis was mostly healed, and his nose was no longer runny or sneezing, but it was a little itchy.

While eating, he thought about the song Lin Qu asked him to write last night, and took out his phone.

"I thought about a few hooks before going to bed, and I kept dreaming last night, and the dream was wonderful!"

Xiao Chuyan played the melody and rhythm he sang on his mobile phone. Lin Qu drank soup with a bowl in his hand, and nodded after listening: "Yes, I will read it after writing it."

Xiao Chuyan wanted to say something, but hesitated, mainly because he felt a lot of pressure to sleep with Lin Qu.Living together, the inner desires and longings tempt him to break through the boundaries all the time, and his reason keeps beating him, reminding him that it is very dangerous.

It is undoubtedly torture for a young man like him to sleep together now.

Lin Qu and Ta Lun had already finished eating, only Xiao Chuyan stayed on the dinner table to finish the meal, he still told Lin Qu after struggling.

"I sleep in the middle of the living room at night, so I won't go under the sofa."

Tarun was washing the pot, when he heard his hands full of foam running out, he said earnestly, "Ah yes, it's not good to sleep on the floor. It's a short-term sleep, but it will cause problems over the years."

"I'm thinking of changing the sofa in the living room and getting a folding sofa bed. It's big and comfortable. How about it?"

Lin Qu was lying on the sofa, as if deliberately trying to antagonize Tarun, he snorted, and said disdainfully: "It's not good, the living room is full of things now, and a sofa bed will take up space..."

Lin Qu pointed back, and there were synthesizers placed layer by layer on the shelf next to the sofa at the back, and the sound device next to the bar opposite, leaving a 1-meter aisle in the middle.

It's not that it can't sleep people, but it's very narrow, blocking the road, and easy to be trampled to death.

Lin Qu got up and walked over, grabbed Xiao Chuyan's chin and turned his face away from Talun: "Look at the child, the dark circles under his eyes have come out, don't bother him when he's asleep."

Xiao Chuyan blinked, not understanding what the two of them were arguing about, only seeing Tarun's helpless eyes.

Lin Qu let go of Xiao Chuyan and entered the studio, while Xiao Chuyan continued to eat, rubbing his chest while eating.Lin Qu's aggressive posture and tone of voice just now made his heart beat so fast and his face became hot, damn it!Lin Qu is so manly!

Then he happily excused himself, thinking that he was right, he fell asleep!And his poor sleep affects his work, so he can't do this anymore, he must go to bed to sleep well and recharge his energy!

Walking into the control room after eating, Lin Qu was sitting in front of the computer writing something, Xiao Chuyan noticed a stack of manuscript paper with binding numbers on the printer in the corner, so he went to pick it up to see what it was.

Lin Qu said: "Those 5 songs have been edited. This is the outline of the whole album's story. Take a look. If you have any ideas, you can add notes and revise them yourself. You can refer to it when writing songs. It doesn't matter if you don't refer to it. We will discuss it later."

Xiao Chuyan took the paper and walked behind Lin Qu, and leaned over to look at his computer: "What are you writing?"

"The night the typhoon came" script."

"Script!" Xiao Chuyan yelled in shock, and shook Lin Qu's shoulders wildly, "You can write scripts! My God, did you write the second grade? Did you write the third grade? Was it written by you?"

Xiao Chuyan hugged Lin Qu from behind and bumped back and forth: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The fiery breath floated on Lin Qu's ears, making him itchy. Lin Qu shrank his neck and said, "I didn't write it, I didn't write it..."

Xiao Chuyan yelled: "I know, I know, you three wrote it together, you are really amazing!"

When he finally calmed down, Lin Qu said, "Okay, let me go."

Xiao Chuyan let go, and asked: "The script of "Typhoon", what about "Jumping in the Cha Cha Party" and "The First Sound"?"

"It's finished, do you want to read it?"

Xiao Chuyan opened his mouth in surprise, "Why are you so fast."

He hasn't done anything yet!

Xiao Chuyan felt sore and numb in his heart, feeling very nervous.

Lin Qu changed all the songs in a few days, and when he woke up, the story outline and script came out. What kind of efficiency is this!

And what was he doing during this time?Rubbing your nose, you're a nympho!

How could he be worthy of Lin Qu, ah! !

Thinking of this, Xiao Chuyan put away his leisurely mind, stepped back step by step with the manuscript paper between his hands, Lin Qu looked back at him, Xiao Chuyan opened the door, put two fingers together on his forehead, made a military salute, and said solemnly: "I'm going to the next door to write a song , goodbye."

Xiao Chuyan went out, Lin Qu chewed the "return" with the corners of his mouth curled up, and turned back to continue working.

Sitting in front of the piano, Xiao Chuyan imitated Lin Qu's creative habits. He didn't touch musical instruments in the early stage, and simply hummed the melody to create motivation, and then used musical instruments to build harmony.

He expanded the recorded hooks, but the effect was not satisfactory to him.

The dream in the morning is only a blurred fragment, but the strong sense of sight and emotion still linger in my heart.

He imagined that the huge monitor speakers in the recording studio played beautiful music, and he and Lin Qu were lingering in it.I tried to reproduce that intoxicating atmosphere, but the melody I wrote was revised repeatedly, and it didn't feel right at all.

It was almost 4 o'clock, Lin Qu came out of the control room, and saw Xiao Chuyan sitting at the table, wearing earphones and singing to the computer, concentrating on it.

At this time, two eyes shot over, Lin Qu looked over, it was his family who was lying on the sofa in the middle and playing with his mobile phone.With other people's children writing and writing in front of her, she can still concentrate on being a waste, how depraved!Lin Qu looked at Ta Lun and shook his head bitterly.

In the end, Tarun still dared to stare at him, even dared to point at him. His arrogant expression was full of "will not let it go".

Lin Qu snorted, opened the door and walked out of the recording studio. Xiao Chuyan finally saw him, took off his earphones and followed, and Talun quickly got up to follow.

Lin Qu took out the fermented milk from the refrigerator and ate it with Xiao Chuyan, without Talun's share, ignoring it very naturally.

The two sat on the table facing each other and drank milk. Xiao Chuyan said: "I wrote the previous hook and thought it was not good, so I wrote two new ones. Please help me look at it later."

Lin Qu said "ok", Xiao Chuyan asked him: "How about the script of "Cha Cha", why don't you send the script to the producer."

Lin Qu said: ""Cha Cha" and "First Voice" have been written, and the outlines will be sent together to see if they can be used."

Lin Qu's efficiency made Xiao Chuyan feel sour. Such a comparison made him seem so useless, and he felt even more stressed.He was a little worried, and asked Lin Qu: "Why don't you use the song you wrote, and wait until I slow down the progress?"

Holding the bowl in both hands, Lin Qu drank the milk in the posture of "Three Kingdoms". He buckled the bowl and said sternly: "You are joking, asking you to write songs is slowing down the progress? Why don't you stop doing it and go back to others. Let's work."

Xiao Chuyan let him scold him, and instantly smiled, smiling silly, he said coyly, "I'll write, then, I'll work for you."

Lin Qu stood up after drinking, pulled Xiao Chuyan by the collar and lifted him up: "Don't eat, you are too tired, go back to work."

Xiao Chuyan smiled and followed Lin Qu to his feet, feeling extremely happy being "bullied" by him.

It was late at night, and the cicadas and birds chirping outside, and the howling of the dogs were taken for the soundproof glass of the recording studio.Xiao Chuyan, who has been busy all day, is playing his creation.

After the demo was played, he looked at Lin Qu: "Is this okay? I haven't written the Chinese lyrics yet. Do you want to re-arrange the song? I'm using the basic drumbeat for the time being."

Standing beside him, Lin Qu was bending over to look at the computer, operating the mouse to modify some parameters of the interval.Lin Qu put one hand on the back of his chair, this posture is very intimate, he turned his head and said: "Is this your complete idea? An Indian harp harmony, not too Indian, give it a try."

The heads of the two were very close, Xiao Chuyan nodded, his eyes moved down from Lin Qu's eyelashes, he looked at his well-shaped plump lips opening and closing, he felt bewitched, almost kissed him, fortunately Lin Qu Already got up and left.

Tarun stayed at the sound engineer for a day, went out to the toilet and didn't come back, maybe sitting on the toilet and playing high with his mobile phone.

Lin Qu called him in, handed her the bass score, and went into the control room to find something. Xiao Chuyan asked Ta Lun, "Lin Qu knows the sitar?"

Tarun held the bass and tuned the strings, raised his head and raised his nose to the sky: "Of course, we can do everything, handsome and talented."

"I used it in "Floating Numbers", so I don't know how to do it." Lin Qu came out holding the top-heavy sitar and said.He tried the strings, but the pitch was not good, so he just ignored it and put it in front of Xiao Chuyan with the microphone and lyrics stand, letting Xiao Chuyan sing directly.

Xiao Chuyan was surprised: "What, the lyrics are not good yet."

"Isn't there English? It's just a demo. Take it easy."

Lin Qu turned on the metronome, and Ta Lun was ready. He plucked the strings with a dull bass for more than ten seconds, and then the clear sound of Xiao Chuyan's wooden guitar suddenly sounded, like sparks flickering in the night, once or twice.

The melody played by Lin Qu ranges from light to heavy, and the three strings cooperate with each other.

The gentle drumbeats recorded by Xiao Chuyan before had no sense of presence, it was mainly a string ensemble.

The main song is light and lazy, reminiscent of the pastoral countryside. In the afternoon of erotic spring dreams, the rhythm of the climax part speeds up and becomes lively, that's right!It's him and Linqu￥%&f6r#...

Playing it after recording, Xiao Chuyan was very excited, and the harmony of the sitar was hooked at the end, and the subtle exotic style fully reproduced the feeling in the dream, but it may be the addition of Lin Qu's performance here.

Xiao Chuyan clapped his hands: "It's great, but is it like this? Do you want to change the chords? It feels too niche, like underground music."

Lin Qu was still tuning the strings. He narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing what he said, and looked at him sharply: "What are you talking about, what are you changing? You call this underground? No, brother, how can you say such a thing."

Lin Qu put down the piano, sat on the computer chair and slowly slid in front of Xiao Chuyan, sat upright, and began to educate him.

"First of all, do you think how did pop music come about? Do dozens of genres and styles boom appear out of thin air and spread to this day?"

"Brother, don't label your own songs when you create them. It's a tool for listeners and music fans to easily search. Don't let it become a standard to limit you, and the so-called niche... Hey!"

Xiao Chuyan nodded while picking up the phone from the table, Lin Qu knew what he wanted to do, got up and grabbed his arm: "Stop, don't."

Xiao Chuyan struggled, stretched his right hand desperately towards the phone, grinned and said, "You don't want it, let me go!"

Tarun put down his piano and strode over, pointing at them sharply: "You two don't want to be gay!"

Xiao Chuyan struggled to break free, muttering to himself: "Don't put labels on your songs when you create them, that's..."

Lin Qu snatched his mobile phone and pushed it back to the corner, pulling his hair frantically: "I'm right here, can you talk nicely, don't do this kind of thing again!"