After My Top Ex Gave Me A Room Card Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Wang Jianye agreed: “Of course there is. Life experience is the emotional source of artistic creation, and songwriting is also a part of artistic creation. Generally speaking, lyrics and melodies with true feelings will make people more involved in the lyrics and can arouse the resonance of the audience, so people will be willing to listen.”

Bai Song seemed to understand: “It seems to make sense.”

“Find a chance to fall in love and think about it carefully.” Fang Xingcheng pointed out.

Wang Jianye didn’t know what was going on between the two of them, so he also advised him: “Yes, Xiaobai should fall in love and experience his feelings. It’s best to find someone older. The older one will take care of you and love you, but he can’t be too big. He has a big gap at the age of three…”

Bai Song cast his eyes suspiciously on Fang Xingcheng.

Why is it that the more Teacher Wang talks, the more he feels that Fang Xingcheng is a good match… Could Teacher Wang be the reinforcements invited by Fang Xingcheng?

“Ahem.” Fang Xingcheng cleared his throat and reminded: “Let’s continue listening first.”

“Oh, yes, yes, this is business.” Bai Song said.

He got started and listened to the works of the latter two over and over again. Comparing the two, he found that their works were both good, but their styles were very different.

Bai Song hesitated, and asked Fang Xingcheng: “Isn’t it bad for us two men to sing love songs?”

It was obvious that he liked the second music producer’s style more, but Fang Xingcheng didn’t care. He wanted to sing a duet with Bai Song’s love song.

He said confidently: “What’s wrong? Just sing if you like it. What’s wrong with the two men? They can still fall in love!”

“Ah… it makes sense…” Bai Song looked at the sky. Fang Xingcheng confessed to him yesterday.

As the big brother, Wang Jianye had no intention of interfering with their personal choices. He was leisurely drinking tea. As soon as he took a sip of hot tea, he was so shocked by Fang Xingcheng’s thunderous words that he choked and coughed violently.

“Teacher Wang, what’s wrong!” Bai Song quickly expressed concern.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Wang Jianye waved his hand, “I drank too fast…”

His eyes fell on Fang Xingcheng.

No wonder Fang Xingcheng asked him to hide it from Bai Song before.

This time it all clicked.

Wang Jianye is really sensitive.

In fact, it’s not okay to be insensitive. The relationship between the two children was so good during the game. He had previously suspected that the relationship between Fang Xingcheng and Bai Song was too good.

Today, Fang Xingcheng made such shocking remarks again. Wang Jianye reacted immediately: Fang Xingcheng was probably not interested in Bai Song.

Bai Song, on the other hand, looked dumb and stupid, and he probably didn’t even know he was eaten up by Fang Xingcheng.

No, the sense of responsibility of being a big brother gave Wang Jianye a sense of responsibility to protect Bai Song (even though Fang Xingcheng is also a younger brother). Wang Jianye made a suggestion: “I think Bai Song is right. You two are a boy band, and you are both so young. Why do you want to sing songs about love and love? What kind of audience do you plan to attract? Why don’t you collide with this new music producer and polish this album with friendship as the main line.”

Bai Song listened to the two producers’ works over and over again without expressing any further opinions.

“Mr. Wang makes sense, but this is our first album, and I still want to make songs we like.” Seeing Bai Song’s dilemma, Fang Xingcheng said, “Do it with confidence, Bai Song, as long as you like it. Whether it’s a love song or other songs, I hope you can always sing the songs you like. If that doesn’t work, we can just ask him to do it.”

Fang Xingcheng pointed to the first place again.

They never treat themselves badly when it comes to music, but… Bai Song turned back and looked at the quotation, and immediately closed his eyes: “Forget it!”

It’s too high.

“When we become more popular and make more money, we will invite someone at the master level to write.” Bai Song felt sorry for the money and felt that they could not meet the top requirements at their current level.

After a pause, Bai Song asked again: “Then let me decide the rest?”

Fang Xingcheng nodded: “Yes, I listen to you.”

“…Brother Xingcheng, let me think about it.” Bai Song said slowly.

He rarely calls Brother Xingcheng.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as you don’t rush, I will listen to you.” Fang Xingcheng said, walking towards Wang Jianye, “Teacher Wang, would you like to have a sip of tea?”

Wang Jianye smiled knowingly: “Then I have to prepare tea for you.”

“I’ll just drink your drink!” Fang Xingcheng said.

In fact, Fang Xingcheng didn’t wait too long, Bai Song quickly made his decision.

Although Fang Xingcheng said that he would listen to him, Bai Song expressed his opinion to Fang Xingcheng immediately, and then asked for Fang Xingcheng’s opinion: “Fang Xingcheng, should we find him?”

Bai Song put his finger on the resume of the third music producer. His surname was Ji, and his name was Ji Shijie.

Bai Song said: “There is an unsold lyrics and music marked E0063 in Ji Shijie’s file. I think his lyrics are not very good, but the music is okay and the atmosphere is more pleasant, which is more suitable for us. Teacher Wang is right, for the first album, rather than making some emotional songs, I would rather make something about us…”

“Have you decided?” Fang Xingcheng asked.

Bai Song nodded: “It’s decided.”

“Then it’s him.” Fang Xingcheng decided.

“You should listen again!” Bai Song shouted weakly. Fang Xingcheng trusted him almost 100% and would not make a second choice at all.

Fang Xingcheng smiled and said: “I just listened to it. The music is good. I felt it was scratching my ears the first time I listened to it. Besides, I believe in your eyesight. Your eyesight is quite good.”

“Really?” Bai Song asked doubtfully.

Fang Xingcheng: “Of course, how can you pick me if you don’t have good eyesight?”

Cough cough cough!!”Wang Jianye choked on his tea again.

Bai Song also accidentally became embarrassed.

Fang Xingcheng smiled innocently: “I’m talking about being friends, Teacher Wang, don’t get me wrong.”

I don’t know whether Teacher Wang misunderstood Bai Song or not, but Bai Song himself was sufficiently misunderstood.

Why do I feel that Fang Xingcheng’s words today are ambiguous and ambiguous?

Bai Song could only bite the bullet and continue to work: “But this way we have to find a new lyricist. The lyrics written by Ji Shijie are so straightforward…”

It’s not bad, it’s just too empty. You love me and I love you. Chinese people don’t like such straightforward love and prefer implicit love.

“Look for it slowly.Fang Xingcheng pulled Bai Song over and took him away from his work, “There is still time. Then I will ask Teacher Wang to help us find someone. Teacher Wang is a kind-hearted person.””

“You kid…” Wang Jianye laughed, “Come on, just praise me now.I don’t collaborate too much with lyrics, so I’ll ask you when the time comes.However, haven’t you two considered writing your own songs?”

“Write your own songs?Is it okay for us to become monks halfway?”Bai Song said with some uncertainty.

“Who is a half-way monk?Fang Xingcheng retorted, “I’d better study hard with an orthodox teacher, okay?””

Bai Song doubted: “Really?”

But sometimes learning is not as good as talent. For example, right now, Fang Xingcheng can’t sing as well as Bai Song.

Bai Song is a singing genius, a talent that comes only once in a hundred years and cannot be matched by ordinary people.

“Come on, that’s not important.”Wang Jianye said, “There’s no such thing as a bad thing. Is there any threshold needed to write a song?Whether the writing is good or not is one thing, but can’t anyone write lyrics?Composing may require some experience, but Bai Song has experience before, so he can just learn from me for a while.”

Bai Song thought for a while: “If the writing is not good, wouldn’t it hinder our album?”

“You are not afraid of anything during the game, but now you start to shrink back?Wang Jianye smiled and said, “Master Wang, don’t lie. If you two don’t have spiritual roots, I won’t do this. I think you can do it.””

“At that time, it was Fang Xingcheng who was blaming the sky and the earth, not me!Bai Song shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Fang Xingcheng again, his eyes piercing: “I think it’s okay, do you think it’s okay?””

Fang Xingcheng said innocently: “I’ve never been afraid of that, I think it’s okay.”

“Okay, it’s not just for a while, let’s have a good meal with me today.”Wang Jianye smiled and took his two younger brothers in his arms, and went out together in a lively manner.

Adults’ meals are not all about eating. Wang Jianye called Ji Shijie to connect the two parties and build a bridge. Ji Shijie was a newcomer and didn’t have much work, so he just asked him to go to dinner.

The three of them were of similar age and chatted happily, so they quickly added each other on WeChat.In addition to music, the three of them also had common topics when talking about TV series and games, and they quickly became familiar with each other. Only the older Lao Wang was left, looking at them with a smile, drinking alone.

Busy, it’s better to be busy.

After eating and drinking, Bai Song suddenly remembered that he had promised to try wheat today, but he hadn’t tried it yet!

The accounts were settled, and the group of people were waiting outside for the assistant to pick them up.

Bai Song insisted on showing off the microphone given to him by Fang Xingcheng. Wang Jianye took one look at it and laughed, saying that the microphone they customized was more suitable for use in crowds of people and would not be effective in the recording studio, so he asked them to wait until they hold a concert in the future to use it.

He looked at Fang Xingcheng meaningfully and muttered that Bai Song didn’t need to worry about losing money.

Wang Jianye didn’t make it clear. Bai Song went to show off his microphone to Ji Shijie again and didn’t listen.

Fang Xingcheng heard everything clearly, and felt a little guilty for no reason. After all, Wang Jianye was like a family member to Bai Song.

Several people went back separately.

Fang Xingcheng and Baisong met with Ji Shijie several times and determined the reference style and specific settings of “White Star”. For the first album, they planned to release nine songs first, which represented the longevity of their group.

They chose the song that they were unanimously satisfied that Ji Shijie had already written as the title song, and then asked Ji Shijie to help them write seven more songs, and they found additional lyrics to fill in the lyrics.

As for the rest of the song, the two of them have to write it themselves.

“Fang Xingcheng, what do you want us to write?Bai Song asked, holding the guitar in his arms on a bright afternoon.

The most important thing they have done recently is this. Writing a song of their own is easy to talk about, but really difficult to write. They proposed one idea after another, only to be rejected one by one.

How should we write the story between the two of them?

Bai Song had a sudden idea: Why not go to CP Super Talk? I heard that the girls there are very good at writing.

As soon as this idea came up, he was immediately wiped away by Bai Song. It was a no-brainer. It was too dangerous to go to CP to chat. Besides, what others wrote was other people’s stuff, so he couldn’t use it.

Fang Xingcheng was peeling an apple and said absently: “Write whatever you want.”

It wasn’t that he meant to deal with it, but Bai Song had been talking about writing lyrics and music recently, and Fang Xingcheng’s energy had gone from concentrating solely on it to just listening and responding.

There is no result anyway.

There is such a thing as inspiration when it should be there. If it doesn’t exist, it really doesn’t exist. It can’t be written hard.

Bai Song strummed the guitar, played a few syllables, and continued to record, saying dejectedly: “I still don’t know what to write. People say that my writing is like a spirit. My writing is not as good as a ghost drawing a talisman.””

Fang Xingcheng was amused, and the skin of the apple was cut off. He said “Yeah”. After all, Fang Xingcheng had superb apple peeling skills and could connect the apple skins together.

Bai Song had ridiculed him for his technique, but Fang Xingcheng said confidently that he was doing it to practice knife skills.

I don’t know what the connection is between these two things. Anyway, Fang Xingcheng always has inexplicable persistence in some inexplicable places.

Bai Song doesn’t understand, but respects it.

“It’s been a long time since I saw you peel off the apple?Bai Song said, putting away the guitar and cleaning up the apple peels that fell on the table.

Fang Xingcheng said: “Do you blame me?”

Bai Song smiled and said: “How could I mean this, and then I misinterpreted my meaning and ignored you.”

Within a few minutes, Bai Song, who had “ignored you”, couldn’t help but said: “Teacher Wang said that falling in love is helpful for writing songs. Does what you said before still count?”