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These words are domineering, even more domineering than the drum that the little girl played just now.

Since money is not a problem, there is no problem. Li Li handed Father Xie a business card: "There is a phone address on it. I will give him a call soon, and then you can go directly."

Father Xie took the business card and said thanks, left a phone call with each other, and made an appointment to watch their performance on the evening of October 7th.

Xie Tian's family left the musical instrument store, and Li Li suddenly slapped his head, "Forgot to ask Brother Xie, what does that kid in his family do? It's mysterious, but the atmosphere in his house might be true. I'm a little smart, but I've never heard of Xie at this age, what's his mother's surname? I'll know it on that day, I don't believe that he is so strict when he comes to power."

Leaving the musical instrument store, Xie Tian looked at Concubine Zhang in surprise: "Why didn't you say you could play drums before?"

Concubine Zhang said indifferently: "Why are you talking about that, you didn't ask another one."

"Little Zhang Fei, you are fierce enough to play drums, like a little tiger." Father Xie interjected.

Concubine Zhang shyly circled her head and smiled silly.

"No! That fierce person, in my mother's words, is worthy of your third master's name"

Concubine Zhang glared at him angrily, but didn't dare to say anything. Now that she put down the drum stick, she was no longer arrogant or arrogant, and she no longer had the invincible little eyes, and turned into the bun again.

Back at the hotel, the two ladies went back to their room to try on today's harvest. Xie Tian was locked in the room by Father Xie to write a song.

Then... Father Xie had nowhere to stay.

Because Concubine Zhang was in Xie's father and mother's room, Xie's father couldn't enter, and went to Concubine Zhang's room~~ No matter how small the thing is, she is still a big girl, it is not suitable, and she is afraid that he will write it out in Xietian's room. Don't wait for a bunch of **** that doesn't make sense.

He could only wait anxiously at the door of Xie Tian's room, wandering in a hurry.

It is estimated that the last time he did this was when Xie Tian was born, not to mention this scene is really similar.

Just after half an hour, the door opened and Xie Tian dragged Father Xie into the house.

Seeing this situation, Father Xie felt a sudden shock, it was "difficult to give birth", and asked nervously, "What's the matter, you can't write it down, right?"

Before Xie Tian could speak, he took off his shoes and held it in his hands, and in Xie Tian's puzzled eyes, he roared angrily: "I knew you couldn't write it out, you little bunny, how could you do that? , you're bragging if you don't have the skills, you've fooled me, fool you."

"I'll kill you asshole." The shoes in his hand were rounded and they were about to fall on Xie Tian.

"Stop it! How can you be an old man and hit someone at every turn?" Xie Tian felt bad when he saw his father's slippers, and hid away before Xie's father's arms were rounded.

Then he continued: "If you don't write anything, who can't write it, it's not over." He pointed to a few A4 pieces of paper on the table.

Father Xie was stunned when he heard this. It took a while for him to recover, and then he screamed in disbelief: "What~~! You're done writing."

I don’t have time for songwriting and creation, and I don’t need inspiration for assembly line work. Even if you are full of inspiration, it will take two or three hours.

So if you can create a song in half an hour, who would believe it?

Father Xie really thought it right. Xie Tian copied it. Who told him to be a human being in his second life? Awakening the memory of his past life, except that it was very scary at the beginning, and there are a lot of benefits later.

Anyway, Father Xie didn't believe that Xie Tian could write a song in half an hour. He made up his mind to pay attention. If he saw a few blank sheets of paper in the past, this dude would talk to him about the nonsense that there was no song on the paper and there was a song in his heart. Today, the white-haired person must send the black-haired person.

Walking over to take a look, Father Xie rubbed his eyes, but there was nothing on the paper.

Taking a closer look, the good guy not only has the score of the entire song, but also the guitar score, electronic piano score, drum score and even singing score.

Made these in half an hour! You are a copier.

Father Xie didn't read what was written in detail, but instead looked straight at his son. Don't care about the messy things you write, you can write so much in half an hour, which is also a skill.

After a while of silence, Father Xie asked, "What school did you go to in college?"

Why do you ask this? Looking at Dad strangely, he replied, "The media school I went to."

"Oh~~ That's right." Father Xie nodded as he should: "Music major."

"Am I your own son? You don't even know what I've learned, and the acting I've learned." Xie Tian said angrily.

"I don't know what's the use of your broken school." After saying that, Father Xie felt that something was wrong, and asked hesitantly, "Performance? The music teacher's class?"

Xie Tian blushed and nodded shyly: "Yes."

"The murderer has been found"

Xie Tian: "..."

What do you mean, old man.

Father Xie has some money, but if he doesn't read it, he can write something in half an hour!

Check it out! It's only a knife away from Cai Shikou.

Taking a closer look, Father Xie gave a surprised "Huh", as if there was something.

Watching the score singing silently in his heart, then Father Xie froze, his eyes widened, filled with inconceivability, and the hand holding the score couldn't help shaking.

Slowly, the eye sockets turned red, the water mist in the eyes condensed, and the tears rolled down one after another.

Huaxia rock has always been a weak point. It has not played any tricks, and has never made its own way. They are all imitating foreign rock and roll, and they are just emulating.

But now the song in his hand, the melody, the lyrics, are all telling him that this is a rock music, a real Chinese rock and roll.

And this song has an inexplicable sense of age, an age when pure blood was full of energy.

Back then, all the rock musicians, including him, dreamed of a piece of rock that truly belonged to China every day, but they haven't done it for so many years.

But now the once dream is in his own hands, how could he not cry.

Everyone has seen their son cry, and a few have seen their father cry, and they are so frightened when they see their old man wipe his tears.

"What's the matter, Dad, why are you crying?"

Father Xie wiped away his tears, sniffled, and waved to Xie Tian to indicate that he was fine. After a while, he asked in a hoarse voice, "You wrote this song."

"Ah, I wrote it." Xie Tian nodded, not understanding why Dad asked that.

As soon as he finished speaking, the shoe that Father Xie hadn't thrown out just now smashed into Xie Tian.

Crying: "You have the ability, why did you go, you know how many years I have waited."

After saying this, she couldn't hold back her tears, she squatted down and held her head in a muffled cry.

Thank God I understand, the old man is crying with joy, he is so happy, hey hey, you can cry like this, it's a good thing to cry when you're happy.

After a while, Father Xie stopped crying, and Xie Tian asked proudly, "Old man! How did I write this song!"

Father Xie lowered his head, raised his thumb and shouted hoarsely: "Cow! Force!!"

After Father Xie's mood calmed down, he didn't let go of those scores, as if he had obtained a treasure.

I was so happy in my heart that I couldn't sit still, and the room was full of circles, scratching my ears and scratching my head like a monkey who heard the Dharma.

Suddenly, Father Xie dragged Xie Tian out of the room: "Go, find your mother and let her read this song too."

When I came to Mother Xie's room, Father Xie raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but his hand suddenly stopped, then turned to face Xie Tian and said, "You knock on the door."

Xie Tian rolled his eyes immediately: "Old man, you are sharp enough, my mother is having a good time changing clothes and playing, I knocked on the door and interrupted, I am so not afraid of death, you are a dead Taoist friend, not dead poor. Dao, push your son into the tiger's den alive."

After listening to Xie Tian, ​​Father Xie, who didn't even blushed when he beat his son, was blushing. What he did was really inauthentic.

I had no choice but to wait. When Mother Xie was having a good time, the two grandfathers were just like the two door gods, standing at the door.

The waiters and cleaning aunts who came and went were amazed. What kind of wrists live in this house? It's such a big story, and there are two big bodyguards at the door.

It didn't take long for the door to open. Mother Xie was wearing a red slim fit dress with a faux fur shawl on her shoulders. She was as charming as Su Daji. Father Xie's eyes were about to fly out~www. wuxiaspot.com~ Seeing these two men standing at the door, Xie's mother's eyebrows were raised.

"I thought there were people at my door, and there were indeed people. If you two don't write songs, why are you standing here, pretending to be bodyguards!"

Like two little quails, these gentlemen nodded and bowed their heads with smiles.

"It's finished." Dad handed it over like a gift from his father.

Mother Xie grabbed the sheet music with a forceful tug, and gave Father Xie a heart-wrenching twitch. She glanced suspiciously at the man and said, "It's over in such a short time, what can you write?"

After I sang it silently in my heart, I was neither angry nor annoyed, and the beautiful big eyes flashed, and a strange cry: "Baby smash."

Holding Xie Tian's head, Ba Hao kissed him, leaving a big red lip print.

When Mother Xie was able to be with Father Xie back then, she was also a rock fan, but it wasn't as deep as Father Xie's love, but it was inevitable that she couldn't help it.

Several people entered the room, and Concubine Zhang also read the score, which would look at Xie Tian with incredible eyes.

this song! Is this the one who wrote it? Really capable people can do anything, this guy can not only write books, but also write a song so good, how do people look like this head.

Originally, Mother Xie and Concubine Zhang were just playing around with it. Anyway, they were reading with the prince. It didn't matter whether it was good or bad.

But now I am excited when I see this song, and I also pay attention to this upcoming performance. I must be worthy of this song. This is the first Chinese rock and roll song.

Excited, they all picked up the piano and familiarized themselves with the tune, without disturbing the people. They all had their headphones plugged in. Concubine Zhang, who had no drums, also tapped her thighs and the table to familiarize herself with the beat.

Looking at a few busy people, Xie Tian looked lonely, "It's so cold in high places."

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