I walk the career line in dog blood

"Did the person who arranged come in? Has the topic been passed on?" Zhang Ruojun lowered his head and played the out-of-tune piano music, upset.

He has learned the piano, and has also been exposed to systematic music theory knowledge, which is the confidence he dared to come to "Singer-Composer".Just getting in touch with it, and being able to answer the questions in the examination room are two different things.

An hour has passed since the question was written, and everyone else started to create the theme song. Some of them hummed the composed piece, some played it with an instrument, and some pondered over the words.

But he is like a speculator in this story, he can't be seen in group activities, and when he performs alone, he exposes himself.

"I'm not so stupid that Ke Yinong really knows how to create. When did he learn it? This year? As a result... now I'm the only one left." Zhang Ruojun looked at the door frequently.

The sheet music that was supposed to be delivered still hasn't moved, so it's not like there's a mistake in the plan and you can't get in, right?

Although Zhang Ruojun looked calm on the face, Zhang Ruojun himself felt guilty and short of breath at the moment. He and his team did not expect the recording location to be changed, let alone the three themes this time. ' None of them.

The sheet music he had memorized before was a waste of time, and outside assistance could no longer be reached, so he...

"Wow, this piece of music is very nice, it has a peaceful and leisurely landscape and pastoral feeling." Bei You came out with a cup of coffee to breathe, just in time to see An Yinong holding the guitar to test the sound, she came over.

Some of his inspirations have been recorded in the small notebook next to him, which are all out-of-tune tunes.But the professional Bei You spotted the characteristics of these tunes at a glance: "Five-tone mode? Do you want to compose a national-style tune?"

The so-called pentatonic mode is to use the five tones of Gong, Hui, Shang, Yu, and Jiao to compose music, which correspond to 1, 2, 3, 5, and 6 in the current score.The pieces created with these five tones have a more classical feel, so they sound more 'national style'.

"Da da da..." She tapped her fingertips on the table and hummed.

Not far away, Zhang Ruojun raised his head, and Bei You simply hummed, but it seemed to bring people into the world of delicate and warm songs.

Close your eyes, as if you can feel the warmth of the sun, the clarity of the stream, and the tranquility of standing in a quiet small village watching the smoke from the kitchen.

Hometown, wilderness, free wind.

The countryside, the shepherd boy, the sound of the flute on the back of the cow.

There is also a cat lying in the corner basking in the sun.

This is a song that can feel the "poetic flavor" without words, retreating from all the glitz and seeing Zen.

Bei You, who also has an excellent talent for composing, was delighted to see Lie Xinxi, humming over and over again for a long time: "Your poetry contains the idyllic scenery and the melancholy of looking at your hometown. But there is only a little melancholy, and it is more of a feeling of freedom.

"Plucking the flower buds in early spring, stepping on the brook in midsummer, caressing the maple leaves in late autumn, seeing the snow on the peak... running through the four seasons, crossing time and space at will, what you see is all picturesque It's all poetry."

An Yinong's eyes softened, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was warm, as if he had found a confidant: "This is the life I really want. A peaceful place, opening the windows is a picture of nature, and there is a cat at home. I have a dog, and there is a bird wake-up service every morning.

"I usually live alone, drink tea and listen to music, and go to nearby villages to feel the fireworks in the world. When I return home, it's another world. I can also invite friends to be guests, hold a guitar and sing under the eaves, thinking about my shortcomings."

There is yearning in his eyes.

The owner of that video records his life by writing poetry, so he sings and writes songs.Perhaps it is his sincere emotion that creates the texture of this piece of music.

"The words don't match well." Bei You liked this piece of music so much, she couldn't think of words that could match it, and felt that any words would destroy this tranquility.

"By the way, does Yu want to play any musical instrument?"

An Yinong nodded: "It's a bit stupid. I stupidly used the flute as the main instrument, and added thick and deep string music in the later stage. The clear flute sound and the deep string music can form a contrast, and the repeated loops of the main melody can Deepen the nostalgia and expectation for the poetic life in the dream, and increase the tension of the song and exaggerate the atmosphere."

"It's so stupid to travel to the day after tomorrow, listen to the complete song." The more Bei You listened, the more she liked it, she was reluctant to put down the paper, "Can I listen to it after it's finished?"

"Of course." An Yinong said.

Bei You looked at it for a while, and pondered for a long time on a piece of paper: "It's a very unique and spiritual song, completely different from mine."

An Yinong raised his head, but without waiting for him to ask, Bei You wrote a series of notes on the paper: "I figured this out, please help me to see, I always feel that something is lacking."

This eldest sister is really not shy at all, frank and frank.

An Yinong saw it, and even plucked it on the guitar. It was a relaxed and cheerful tune, just like sitting in the shade of a tree in midsummer, hugging half a watermelon, and listening to the cicadas and frogs.

Undoubtedly, Bei Youxuan's theme is also 'poetic life', but the way they express it is completely different.

"If Miss Youyou doesn't mind..."

Before he finished speaking, Bei You said directly: "I don't mind." After finishing speaking, she looked at him expectantly.

"Cough, I think that the overall tune lacks a little change, so that the whole tune is a bit 'flat'. Composing music is the same as composing a fu. The text is like looking at the mountains, and the valleys are low, the more it can highlight the steepness of the mountains."

An Yinong talked about his own stupid way: "The 'poetic life' in the video has not always been smooth. Apart from happiness, the most direct emotion a poet feels in this era should be 'loneliness', and neither his partner nor children can Understand him, neighbors laugh at him..."

"I see." Bei You couldn't help clapping her hands, and she took a pen to record her inspiration on paper, "At the beginning, you can use the cello to lead the story, and then use the piano and cello concerto to express the jumpiness of the whole story. Then here——"

She drew a line: "The frustrations that poets feel in real life, as well as the incomprehensible loneliness, should be expressed in depressed music."

They chatted happily here, seeing that a piece of music was about to be perfected little by little from this kind of discussion, Zhang Ruojun on the side frowned.

He saw that the two of them were getting along happily, and it seemed that no one could get in. No matter how you looked at it, it made people uncomfortable.

"The program requires one person to create works independently. Whose work should be considered as this kind of work that you help me and I help you?"

The abrupt voice interrupted the atmosphere of pleasant communication, An Yinong smiled slightly.

He looked at Zhang Ruojun and smiled: "Don't bother you, I just told the listener's feelings as a bystander, whether Sister Youyou wants to change it, and how to change it is Sister Youyou's own business.

"If you think that critics should also enjoy the ownership of works, then I have no choice but to advise you to read the relevant regulations on the copyright of works."

"Doesn't Ruojun know much about the way we musicians get along with each other? It's really surprising." Bei You picked up the rough handwritten sheet music, not reconciled to the foolishness, and still sneered.

"I'll try it first, see you later." She cast a sideways glance at Zhang Ruojun, and said goodbye to An Yinong.

"See you later."

Now there are only two guests left in this room, Zhang Ruojun and An Yinong, An Yinong bowed his head and continued to 'sculpt' his score.

"When did Mr. Ke learn to create?" Zhang Ruojun's voice interrupted An Yinong's creation, he raised his head, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

"When you don't know."Smile.jpg.

"You!" Zhang Ruojun stood up, and he walked in front of An Yinong in a few steps.

"Zhang Ruojun, you have a phone number, it's your manager." A staff member ran in, and he looked at the two people who were at war with each other for no reason, shrinking his neck.

Zhang Ruojun subconsciously looked at the camera, joy flashed by.

"I'll go right now."

Zhang Ruojun strode away, An Yinong bowed his head and plucked the strings.

"Host, he seems to have foreign aid, is it okay?"

"It's okay." He never came here to compare with this person.

An Yinong didn't go to sleep until after one o'clock at night.

On this day, he had a good dream, dreaming that he really lived such a life, with a house, a cat, life and poetry, and he smiled in his sleep.

Probably because this dream brought him a lot of inspiration, An Yinong further perfected his work the next day.The sense of being out of dust in this work has become stronger, as if the lotus flower is not stained by water, it comes from life and is higher than life.

The arranger teacher liked it very much, and the band performed a pure music version together. Suddenly, An Yinong said: "The sound of the flute is still a little sharp. Wouldn't it be better to replace it with a deeper ocarina?"

They changed the ocarina, and the sound of the ocarina brought people into a secluded forest at the beginning, with a gurgling stream and sunlight passing through the branches, like rays penetrating the world.

At this time, the guitar penetrates into the chords, and the violin brings the lyrical melody, and the simple piano sound sets off the sometimes soft and sometimes thick string music...

The traditional pentatonic scale naturally brings listeners into the world of classical songs.The whole song became more ethereal and ethereal, and the artistic conception of the song became more distant, as if it didn't happen in reality, but in a dream.

This feeling of interweaving reality and dreams, life and poetry is deeply intoxicating.

"The hometown in the dream, the name of this song." An Yinong said.

"Papa papa." The arranger teacher couldn't help applauding, "Now I'm worried that there are no good words to match it. The pure music version is good enough."

"There's still time." An Yinong looked down at his watch, "It's ten o'clock, and I still have half a day."

The songs of the guests have entered the final finishing stage, and they each found a room without interfering with each other.An Yinong also found such a quiet room.

On this day, he even ate bread while pondering over words for lunch.

"The sound of the flute is like the water accompanied by the wind, and the moonlight is like a song to say goodbye to the past. The willow catkins in the east are sad in the west, and there is a drizzle in autumn."

He was foolish, slightly changed the libretto of the following chorus, picked up the sheet music and hummed: "The corner of the wall has been stained with the color of time, the white clouds are lightly swaying, and the north wind is bleak..."

The first half of this song is relatively low and sad, as if lamenting the reality. The second half of the tune is gradually raised by an octave under the impetus of the main melody. An Yinong wants to distinguish these two emotions with lyrics.

From low and dark, to gradually clear and open...

"Teacher Ke." The door opened, and the staff reached out and knocked on the door, reminding him in a low voice.

An Yinong's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a subtle feeling of falling from a height.His thoughts were interrupted, he raised his head: "Is there something wrong?"

"Teacher Ke's phone number is written Tao Ran."