My Daily Salted Fish Routine

Honey, that's not love.

Song by Jay Chou, lyrics by Fang Wenshan, sung by Angela Chang, a classic.

This song is suitable for listening to alone, in a quiet afternoon or a quiet night.

This is a very campus-style song. Boys and girls of that age are at the beginning of their love affairs, and their minds are extremely sensitive. A look, a word, or a movement may lead to misunderstandings, and they will involuntarily think, " Wow, does he like me?"

Such a feeling.

But love is not that simple.

You said that if you hold hands, it's a promise

But my dear, that's not love

Like a shooting star that has no time to make a wish

No matter how beautiful it is, it can only be the past

Too beautiful a promise because you are too young

But my dear, that's not love

It's like the elves live in the wrong forest

That love is so wrong and transparent

Such misunderstanding is very sad.

Soon Luo Jia typed out the words.

Li Mingzhu's mood was complicated and she almost wanted to kneel down and offer her knees to the boss.

She doesn't know how one person can combine the two fields of writing books and writing lyrics.

Although the two seem to be similar, both are creations, and both rely on the form of words, but the differences inside are huge.

Great lyricists will not understand the genesis and transition of a complete novel, as well as various writing techniques, including plot structure, foreshadowing, character creation, etc.

A big writer who writes books doesn't study, and he may not know how to write lyrics. He doesn't understand the tones and phonology. These are the differences between the two sides.

Every other line is like a mountain, which makes sense.

Of course, since it relies on the genre of words, there are naturally similarities, such as the expression of emotions.

So to a certain extent, this is also interoperable.

But it must be very difficult for a person to make achievements in both aspects.

This is also what shocked Li Mingzhu, because Luo Jia wrote very well and the lyrics and music were also very good.

The book is very good. She is a layman and does not understand the various techniques in it. She just simply felt that she resonated with the book after reading it. The characters are lifelike and the emotions are well brewed. It is very interesting and basically falls within this category.

But the lyrics are different. She likes singing and writing lyrics very much. She has also written a lot of lyrics. She has received professional training in this area and naturally has a deep understanding of this aspect.

Therefore, I have a deeper feeling about the words written by Luo Jia at this time.

These are top-notch levels.

Precisely because we understand it too well, we feel even more frustrated.

When a layman looks at the lyrics, they think it is really well written, the emotions are well laid out, catchy, and very visual, but who knows how much effort the person who wrote the lyrics put in.

In fact, this is true in all walks of life. What is finally displayed is exquisite, but the effort and sweat behind it are not enough to be compared to outsiders.

Li Mingzhu also writes lyrics. She may torture for several days for a sentence, pondering over and over again, revising and revising, word by word. If she can nail it, it is considered good. If she can't nail it, she has no inspiration, that's what she wants to do. die.

It’s just a short song with not many words, but I don’t know how much effort it took to write it.

But Luo Jia, it was like a typewriter, it clicked for a while, and he got it done without even noticing that he had to think about it.

The quality is even higher than hers.

What the hell is this.

There is really no way to mess around.

"What is your brain made of?" Li Mingzhu asked.

Luo Jia snorted coldly and said arrogantly: "Search engine.

"What the hell..." Li Mingzhu rolled his eyes.

"Is this song about the green tea bitch?" Luo Qingyi muttered, "When the green tea bitch refuses the spare tire, isn't it the same tone? Ah, I'm sorry, I just treat you as a friend... "

Luo Jia almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, "Luo Qingyi, your brain circuit is so strange!"

Luo Qingyi snorted coldly, "Am I wrong? Didn't you watch it on TV? What is Green Tea's routine for rejecting a man? Don't you have any clues in your heart?"

"No! What kind of numbers do I want? I will beat you to death today." Luo Jia said angrily.

"Yaoyao, Yaoyao, tell him!" Luo Qingyi hurriedly hid behind Liu Yaoyao.

Liu Yaoyao said with a serious face: "I'm sorry, I regard you as my brother!"

Then he said: "I'm sorry, I treat you as my brother!"

"I'm sorry, you are a good person!"

"I'm sorry, I'm your long-lost sister!"

"Hahaha..." Luo Qingyi staggered with laughter.

Luo Jia covered her face, feeling that her painting style was completely ruined by these two people.

It's obviously a fresh song, written about a simple and beautiful campus love. Why was it misinterpreted like this? It's suffocating.

Li Mingzhu looked at the two women with expressions that looked like they were mentally retarded.

Damn retarded.

"Yaoyao, when did you become like this?" Li Mingzhu asked with a sad face.

Liu Yaoyao coughed and felt that his settings were about to collapse, so he said seriously: "Maybe I was taught bad things by Qing Yi.

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"It's none of my business. She's too salty. She's watched too many Korean dramas and is extremely addictive." Luo Qingyi laughed.

It was rare for Li Mingzhu to reach an agreement with Luo Qingyi, and she deeply agreed, "It is true."

Liu Yao snorted angrily: "You are the salted fish! Your whole family is the salted fish!"

The agent looked at this messy bunch of people and felt a little headache.

Luo Jia didn't bother to pay attention to them. He wanted to get the music score first. In the past, he had to spend money to find someone to arrange, accompaniment, and soundtrack. Now that Li Mingzhu is here, she will naturally have more professional choices.

Apart from anything else, Li Mingzhu had just found a good house to live in Jianghai, and the first thing he did was to build a recording studio. This thing was very demanding. Luo Jia didn't know how much Li Mingzhu spent, but it was not low anyway, starting at a million.

Tsk tsk, you evil tycoon.

At this time, Luo Jia's phone suddenly rang. He lowered his head and saw that it was Jiang Yuan.

"Mr. Luo, the game adaptation and comic adaptation of "The Legend of Wukong" have been sold." Jiang Yuan said excitedly.

"Oh? How much?" Luo Jia blinked.

"4.5 million for game adaptation and 1.5 million for comic adaptation." Jiang Yuan said happily, "Do you have time to come over now? You can sign the contract after making sure it is correct."

Luo Jia hung up the phone, stood up, and sighed: "After more than a month, I finally smelled the smell of capitalism again. It's not easy."