MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 36

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

He has studied piano and has also been exposed to systematic music theory knowledge, which is the confidence he dares to come to "Singer and Composer". Just being in touch, and being able to answer the questions in the exam room are two different things.

It has been an hour since the question was asked, and everyone else is starting to compose the theme song, some of them humming with the composed tune, some playing the instrument, and some pondering the words.

He is like a speculator in this story, he can't see it when he is in a group activity, but when he performs alone, he exposes himself.

"I'm not stupid enough to know that Ke Yinong can really create. When did he learn it? This year? The result... Now I'm the only one left." Zhang Ruojun looked at the door frequently.

There is still no movement in the score that should be sent, and there will be no mistakes in the plan, so I can't get in?

Although Zhang Ruojun appeared calm on the face, he and his team did not expect that the recording location would be changed, let alone one of the three themes There is nothing about 'youth' and 'Mengyu'.

The sheet music you memorized before is considered a white back, and the outside aid can no longer reach, then he…

"Wow, this song is very good, it has a quiet and leisurely landscape and pastoral feeling." Bei You took a cup of coffee out to breathe, and just saw An Yinong holding a guitar for audition, she come over.

The small notebook next to him has recorded some of his inspirations, all of which are out of tune. But the professional Bei You discovered the characteristics of these tunes at a glance: "Pentatonic? Do you want to make a national style tune?"

The so-called pentatonic system is to use the five tones of Gong, Hui, Shang, Yu and Jiao to compose music, which corresponds to 1, 2, 3, 5, and 6 in the current score. The music created with these five tones is more classical, so it sounds more 'national style'.

"Da da da..." She tapped her fingertips on the tabletop, humming.

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

Hometown, wilderness, free wind.

The country, the shepherd boy, 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' without using words.

Bei You, who also has excellent composing talent, hummed over and over and hummed for a long time: "Your poetry is filled with pastoral scenery and the melancholy of looking at your hometown. But melancholy is only a little bit, more of it is A feeling of freedom.

"Pick off the flower buds in early spring, step on the creek in midsummer, stroke the maple leaves in late autumn, and see the snow on the top of the mountain... Run through the four seasons, cross time and space at will, and see the whole It's a painting, and everything you can pick up is poetry."

An Yinong's eyes also softened, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was warm, as if he had found a confidant: "This is my foolish life. A peaceful place, opening the window is a pair of nature There are cats and dogs at home, and there is a bird wake-up service every morning.

"I usually live alone, drink tea and listen to music, and go to the nearby village to experience the fireworks of the world. It's another world when I get home. I can also invite friends to be guests and hold a guitar under the eaves. Playing and singing, thinking about the lack of it."

There is yearning in his eyes.

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

"The words don't match well." Bei You likes this song so much that she is too stupid to match the words, and feels that any words will destroy the tranquility.

"By the way, what musical instrument did Yu use?"

An Yinong nodded: "It's a bit foolish. I foolishly used the flute as the main instrument, and added heavy and low strings later. The clear flute and deep strings can form a kind of In contrast, the repeated cycles of the main melody can deepen the reluctance and expectation for the poetic life in the dream, and increase the tension of the song and render the atmosphere.”

"Good idiot travel to the day after tomorrow and listen to the complete song." The more Bei You listened, the more she liked it, she was reluctant to put down the piece of paper, "Can you let me listen to it after it's written?"

"Of course you can," said An Yinong.

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

An Yinong raised his head, but before he could ask, Bei You wrote a series of notes on the paper: "This is what I figured out, you help me see, I always feel that there is something wrong with it. lack."

This eldest sister is really not shy and frank.

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

There is no doubt that Bei You's theme is also 'poetic life', but the way they express it is completely different.

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

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

"Cough, I think the overall tune lacks a little change, so that the whole tune is a bit 'flat'. Compose music is the same as composition, Wen Ru looks at the unevenness of mountains and low valleys, the more you can It highlights the steepness of the mountain.”

An Yinong said his foolish way: "The 'poetic life' in the video is not always smooth, except for happiness, the most direct emotion that poets feel in this era should be 'loneliness' , his partner and children couldn't understand him, the neighbors laughed at him..."

"So it is." Bei You couldn't help clapping her hands, she took a pen and recorded her inspiration on paper, "You can use the cello to lead the story at the beginning, and then use the piano and cello concertos to express the jumping nature of the whole story. . And here—"

She drew a line: "The setbacks that poets feel in real life, as well as the loneliness that is not understood by others, should be expressed in depressing music."

They chatted happily here, seeing that a song was about to be perfected from this discussion, Zhang Ruojun on one side frowned.

He saw that the two of them were getting along well, and it seemed that no one could get in, so it was unpleasant.

"The program requires one person to create works independently, right? Who is this kind of work that you help me and I help you?"

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

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

"If you think that critics should also have the ownership of the work, then I have to advise you to look at the relevant provisions of the copyright of the work."

"Doesn't Ruojun not know much about the way we musicians get along? It's surprising." Bei You picked up the rough handwritten score.

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

"See you later."

There are only two guests left in this room, Zhang Ruojun and An Yinong, An Yinong bowed his head and continued to 'carve' his own score.

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

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

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

"Zhang Ruojun, you have a phone number, it's your manager." A staff member ran in, he looked at the two people who were arrogant and shrank his neck for unknown reasons.

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

"I'll be there right away."

Zhang Ruojun strode away, and 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 himself with this man.

An Yinong didn't 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, a life and poetry, he smiled in his sleep.

Probably this dream gave him a lot of inspiration, and the next day An Yinong further improved his work. The sense of dustiness in this work has become stronger, as if the lotus is washed in water without staining, out of life, higher than life.

The arranger liked it very much, and the band performed a pure music version together, and suddenly An Yinong said: "The flute is still a little sharp, isn't it better to replace it with a lower ocarina? "

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

At this time, the guitar enters the chords, and the violin brings a lyrical melody. The simple piano sound sets off the sometimes soft and sometimes honest strings...

The traditional pentatonic scale naturally brings listeners into the world of classical songs. The whole song becomes more ethereal and ethereal, and the artistic conception of the song is also more distant, it seems that it did not happen in reality, but in a dream.

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

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

"Clappapapa." The arranger teacher couldn't help clapping, "Now I'm worried that there are no good words worthy of it. The pure music version is good enough."

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

The songs of the guests have entered the final trimming 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 his lunch while thinking about words and eating bread.

"The sound of the flute is like the sound of water accompanied by the wind to sleep, and the moonlight is like a song.

He was foolish, slightly changed the lyrics of the subtitle below, picked up the score and hummed: "The corner of the wall has been dyed with the color of the years, the white clouds are light, the north wind is bleak..."

The first half of this song is relatively low and sad, as if sighing reality, the second half of the tune is gradually raised by an octave under the impetus of the main melody, the addition of strings will make the song climax and finally fall In order to return to the tranquil and distant artistic conception, An Yinong should distinguish these two emotions with lyrics.

From low and dark to gradually bright and open…

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

An Yinong's heart jumped, and there was a subtle feeling of falling from a height. Having been interrupted, he raised his head: "Is something wrong?"

"There is Mr. Ke's phone number, and it says Tao Ran."