Reborn I don't need a heroine

Although Wang Heng has never heard of the previous song "Lost", it is not difficult to hear the taste of the small independent singer in the first episode. It's just that girls under the age of twenty haven't been able to perform fully enough, and they are still a little immature.

But the song she sang at the moment was very strange and fresh to Wang Heng's ears.

The slow and leisurely tune echoes in the empty piano shop, accompanied by the same gentle guitar sound:

"I see the bright evening glow hiding behind the dark clouds,

The mist lingers around,

Lonely people are most afraid of loneliness,

The hardest thing is to go forward bravely..."

After singing the verse, it's time for the climax of the chorus. But at this moment, the singing stopped abruptly.

The girl pressed her hands on the strings, and her upturned little nose couldn't help but wrinkle: "No, this is wrong..."

Wang Heng asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Ningle: "I want to sing the fog first, that kind of sad and melancholy feeling, to fill up the emotions little by little, and push it to a higher place. At the end, it suddenly becomes bright and the flowers bloom... "

Wang Heng imagined it for a while: "Do you mean that you want to promote before suppressing?"

The girl nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, that's what I thought."

Wang Heng: "Then write it like this, isn't it okay?"

Pei Ningle: "The problem is that the template of pop music is like this. First there is a relatively flat verse, then a prominent chorus, an interlude, and then a verse, and finally the chorus is repeated, and many of them have to be higher. to push the emotion to the highest level...but now for this song, I want to use the first 70% as the emotional foundation, 10% as the transition, and the last 20% to the highest peak. In this way It’s different from the mainstream in the market.”

Wang Heng: "That's different, you don't like to follow the rules, do you?"

The girl put down the guitar, tugged at the shoulder straps of the little skirt, her face was obviously agitated - she had a lot to say, but it was hard to express the feeling clearly for a while, it was nothing more than that.

She frowned and thought for a while, then said: "But the template of pop music is very reasonable! A song needs to be interspersed with chorus and verse, so as not to appear monotonous. I am very worried, if I always If the same pattern paves the way for emotions, will it make people impatient..."

Wang Heng: "Then build two more bridges."

"Bridge? Do you still know what a bridge is?" Pei Ningle stared at him with surprise in his eyes.

Wang Heng shrugged: "It's just music sentences connecting different paragraphs, it's not difficult to understand."

Of course, besides the so-called 'bridge', Wang Heng has heard more musical terms. But for these terms, his level of cognition is only to know, to understand a little basic concepts. Everyone has different talents, just as it was difficult for Pei Ningle to learn the logic in the code, Wang Heng really couldn't figure out how she handled those notes.

Pei Ningle was not interested in asking about the details, but carefully analyzed: "If you don't play the verse after the first verse, but put a bridge with a similar keynote, then play an interlude, and then repeat the verse... It seems that it can be done. ah."

Wang Heng: "As long as it works."

But Pei Ningle still hesitated: "I don't know if it will work. I feel that the song written in this way must be shorter than the last one, maybe less than three minutes..."

Wang Heng: "It doesn't matter, shortness is not the problem, cliché or ugly is the problem, isn't it?"

Pei Ningle did not speak, thought for a while, and picked up the guitar again.

This time, she sang the chorus again, humming the bridge in the middle with no lyrics, and at the end of the chorus, the guitar accompaniment suddenly became more urgent and powerful.

The girl looked out of the window in a daze, raised her voice, and sang in a more ethereal voice:

"I see every ordinary day,

into fresh miracles,

I see those gorgeous rainbows,

into lonely dreams,

I heard the harp play crystal,

Woven into beautiful verses,

I see you..."

At this point, use the guitar to play a series of light notes as the end.

After the song was over, Pei Ningle turned to look at Wang Heng, and asked nervously, "What do you think?"

Wang Heng stared at her, and his head was already analyzing rapidly.

During the first episode, almost none of Pei Ningle's songs were about love. The themes they wrote were either the loneliness and hesitation of urban young people, or they were attempts at some niche themes, such as cyberpunk.

In the second week, she officially started writing earlier, but the style of the first song "Lost" is still the same, and it has nothing to do with love. This song "Dawn", Wang Heng originally thought it was the same, but after hearing the last sentence, it seems to be a little different?

Is there any hint in the lyrics of "I see you"?

Wang Heng was analyzing, when he saw Pei Ningle approaching him, and asked again: "What do you think of this song? Is it good?"

Wang Heng smiled and applauded: "It's great."

Pei Ningle couldn't help asking again: "Really?"

Wang Heng: "Really."

Pei Ningle was still a little nervous: "Is it really great?"

Wang Heng emphasized: "It's great. Why don't you go to the recording studio and record it?"

Pei Ningle: "Okay, let's go now!"

The girl walked out holding the guitar.

Seeing this, Wang Heng reminded: "Give back his guitar."

Pei Ningle glanced down, and patted the body of the piano lightly: "I just want a new guitar, so I bought it!"

At this moment, a strange man's voice sounded in the piano shop: "I want to ask, did you write the song just now, little sister? I've never heard that melody before, and you seem to be talking about The creation of this song…”

The two turned around and saw a person sitting on the sofa in the corner. He looked about thirty or forty years old, with beards and thick-rimmed glasses, giving him a vicissitudes of life. When Pei Ningle played the guitar and sang, he sat there motionless, right behind the drum set, so neither Wang Heng nor Pei Ningle noticed him.

At this moment, the man stood up and said, "I am the owner of this store. Little sister, do you want to buy that guitar?"

Pei Ningle nodded: "How much is it?"

"The original price is more than 800, but I'll leave it to you..." The owner of the piano store said with a smile, "Give me a round number, five hundred."

Pei Ningle blinked: "Five hundred and eight?"

"I mean five hundred, five hundred!"

The owner of the piano store couldn't help but feel slightly suspicious—is this confused girl really the same person as the girl who sang the melody just now?

Wang Heng suddenly asked: "Why the discount? Is it because her song is good?"

The owner of the piano store sighed: "Yes, that's enough. I've seen a lot of people who buy a piano and go home, never play it after three minutes of heat, and throw it in the corner to eat ashes. In the hands of the right person, the It is the best home for a guitar..."

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