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Chapter 632 "His Life"

Author: Tohan

Beifeng Entertainment, Zhuo Kaifeng and others are visiting under the leadership of Zhang Dan.

"The sparrow is small but has all the internal organs."

After walking around, Zhuo Kaifeng said with a smile that although Beifeng Entertainment is only an eight-story office building, the planning of each floor is very complete.

The composition department, legal department, human resources department, and conference room are clearly visible at a glance.

"Teacher Zhuo, thank you for the award. We have prepared fine tea here for everyone to taste."

Zhang Dan is still very concerned about these four gold-medal lyricists. If the guarantee is not enough, the company's singers will ask them to write songs and leave a good impression.

"Sorry, I'm late. I just came back from Hengdian."

Jiang Yan walked into the antique office where the company specializes in entertaining guests.

"It's okay, we just arrived." Zhuo Kaifeng said.

"Jiang Yan, I heard from the grapevine that the quality of the songs they wrote for the four kings and queens in the "Let's Sing" finals should not be underestimated."

Zhuo Kaifeng took a sip of tea.

The finals of "Let's Sing" attracted much attention. Four gold medal songwriters wrote songs for one of the first singers.

The Three Stooges are as good as Zhuge Liang, not to mention that the program invites all gold medal lyricists.

Promotions for upcoming movies such as "Battle of Two Dragons" and "Your Name" are in full swing, and "Let's Sing" is also not idle. The five kings and queens of the finals are frequently on the hot search.

Especially the King He Wenhua, who even put aside his bold words, he even accepted the championship of the first season of "Let's Sing".

It is worth noting that He Wenhua posted on Weibo last night. According to Zhuo Kaifeng's guess, He Wenhua was very satisfied with the song written by the four gold medal lyricists, otherwise He Wenhua would not have opened the champagne at halftime.

You must know that there are five kings and queens in the finals, four gold medal lyricists with the same status and the same level.

Immediately afterwards, Tianwei Yan Wu was not to be outdone and left a message on He Wenhua's Weibo.

"Really? I don't believe it!"

The interaction between the two instantly aroused the excitement and made the audience look forward to the finals.

"The current situation is that everyone is very satisfied with the writing of their partner, the gold medal lyricist. It just depends on who can have the last laugh."

Zhuo Kaifeng said, and then took out a USB flash drive and a sheet of lyrics from his pocket.

"This is a song written for you by the four of us. Let's discuss it." Zhuo Kaifeng suggested.

Jiang Yan has a special status, he is both a king and a gold medal lyricist.

"Jiang Yan, we stayed up several nights to come up with this song," Pu Xingchang said.

Among the four gold medal lyricists who won the lottery for Jiang Yan, Pu Xingchang is the youngest, only 28 years old. Compared with the other three, he is a little less calm and has a little more arrogance unique to young people.

The song is titled "His Life". The four of them are all gold medal lyricists who are good at ballads, so the songs they wrote are naturally ballads.

Jiang Yan looked at the lyrics. The lyrics of "His Life" tell the story of his father from the perspective of his son, from youth to middle age, and from middle age to old age.

Five minutes later, Jiang Yan was stunned as he looked at the lyrics. Zhuo Kaifeng and the other four did not interrupt. They also wanted to see Jiang Yan's evaluation of the song.

"Have the four seniors discovered that there is a sense of division in the lyrics that is not easy to detect?"

Jiang Yan said.

"The lyrics of this song should have been written by four seniors." Jiang Yan looked at Zhuo Kaifeng.

"That's right, a sense of division that's not easy to detect?"

Zhuo Kaifeng frowned, not understanding what Jiang Yan meant.

"That's right." Jiang Yan put the lyrics on the table.

The lyrics of "His Life" are very strange. The first four lines of lyrics are in one style, but the last four lines of lyrics are in another style. Although it looks very neat, and the things that should rhyme also rhyme, if you look closely, you will still find something wrong.

.

Although the four of them are all gold medal lyricists who are good at folk songs, just like painting, some are good at painting landscapes and some are good at life drawing, but there is still a gap after all.

Zhuo Kaifeng fell into deep thought, and the four of them were very excited when they finished the song.

But after listening to Jiang Yan's words, Zhuo Kaifeng realized that the onlookers knew that the four of them thought it was good, but outsiders didn't think so.

Jiang Yan tapped his fingers on the table. Generally speaking, the quality of "His Life" is good, but it does not reach the top level.

"There is no sense of division that is not easy to detect." Pu Xingchang felt that Jiang Yan was pretending to understand and forced his comments.

Jiang Yan was not angry.

"Sing it once and you'll know whether what I said is right or not." Jiang Yan focused his peripheral vision on the melody of the song.

"Who composed the music?"

Jiang Yan asked.

"Yuan Chengliang." Zhuo Kaifeng replied.

It's not surprising to hear the name Jiang Yan. Zhuo Kaifeng is a gold medal lyricist in Dongsheng, and Yuan Chengliang is a famous arranger who has participated in the arrangement of many popular songs.

"It's similar, it's very similar, but if you look carefully, the melody is slightly different." Jiang Yan thought in his heart that "His Life" reminded him of a song, which was also a folk song.

"Let's go to the recording studio first."

Jiang Yan suggested and everyone moved their positions.

The four of them, Zhuo Kaifeng, stood outside the recording studio and put on headphones. Jiang Yan pasted the lyrics on the transparent glass and waited for the sound engineer to adjust the equipment.

Not long after, Jiang Yan started singing.

"The outside world's evaluation of Jiang Yan's voice is correct, it's a voice of nature."

Hearing Jiang Yan's singing, Zhuo Kaifeng agreed.

Jiang Yan's voice is a mystery. He can perfectly sing the voice needed for the song according to different styles of songs.

"What I care more about is his evaluation of this song." Pu Xingchang expressed dissatisfaction.

To him, the songs he wrote were works of art, but Jiang Yan belittled this work of art as useless, which made Pu Xingchang a little unhappy.

"What if it's really a "fake"."

Zhuo Kaifeng didn't want to admit it, but after thinking about Jiang Yan's words carefully, he found that he was right.

【Ripples on the calm lake

He is always calm

in my life

He is a light that never goes out]

Jiang Yan sang.

Pu Xingchang's face became uncomfortable as he listened. The first part of this song was written by Zhuo Kaifeng, and the second part was written by himself.

At this moment, from Pu Xingchang's point of view, there was no problem with the lyrics he and Zhuo Kaifeng wrote, but there was a big problem when they were spliced ​​together, as they sounded nondescript.

"I think it's okay."

Zhang Dan said.

Jiang Yan's singing continued, and the four of them were silent. Zhang Dan thought it was okay because she was not a professional.

After hearing the climax of the chorus, Zhang Dan turned to look at Zhuo Kaifeng.

"It sounds weird, but I can't put my finger on it."

Zhang Dan said.

The four of them continued to remain silent, and even Zhang Dan, a non-professional, could tell.

"The lyrics need to be changed." Zhuo Kaifeng took off his headphones.

There is nothing wrong with the melody, but the lyrics must be changed.

The other three nodded with solemn expressions.

"How to change it?"

Pu Xingchang asked.

"One person must take the lead. The core of the lyrics remains unchanged. It still describes the father from the perspective of a child. I write the lyrics of the entire song based on my ideas. After writing, the four of us will discuss how to modify the lyrics."

Zhuo Kaifeng suggested.

“Great idea!”

"Just like that, if Jiang Yan loses because of poor lyrics, the other gold medal lyricists on the show will laugh at us and use a sharp sword to kill the pig."
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