Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

When I got home, that guy Yan Zheng was indeed there.

"Sister, are you back? Thank you for your hard work. Drink some water."

Yan Zheng still had long hair and was wearing big red bell-bottom pants and a red sweater over a white shirt. He was as happy as a groom.

Su Haitang winked at him again, speechless at his fashionable attire.

"Brother, tie your hair up. I see my mother getting so angry."

Yan Zheng took off a rubber band from his wrist and tied his hair into a low ponytail, revealing his delicate face, which looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Sister, you don't understand trends, but you don't have to dress up as a soldier, so you don't have to worry. If you're not tired, show me the newly changed song."

Yan Zheng handed over a piece of staff and copied it cleanly. It was completely impossible to tell that the content was such a manic and noisy hard rock.

Su Haitang didn't want to drink the water that was poured for nothing, so he took it and glanced at it.

"The lyrics still need to be revised. It's too slobbery. The Chinese language is broad and profound, and it doesn't require you to write Song lyrics that are as antique, subtle and elegant. At least it must contain the beauty of words, and you can't lower your style by scolding like a shrew."

"The words and phrases need to be more concise and have outstanding memory points, especially the chorus part. There is no need to show off the literary grace and pile up rhetoric in long paragraphs, which will appear empty and cumbersome."

"Just around this sentence we will not admit defeat, write a few strong and rhyming sentences, repeat them several times like brainwashing, and the effect will come out."

Yan Zheng frowned, taking the lyrics and thinking about the opinions she just raised, and retorted unwillingly.

"We wrote this song for Chinese football. If you don't understand football, you can't understand the mood of our fans."

"Although our football team lost in the Asian Games, our fans still want to express our support for them! We will not admit defeat and will fight again in the next game!"

"This is the voice of our fans! Those pop songs that are sung with a pinched throat cannot express the effect at all!"

"What is rock and roll? Rock and roll is about being energetic, angry, roaring, and cathartic! It's not about writing poems and lyrics."

Su Haitang looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile. Yan Zheng's aura slowly dropped, and he pursed his lips and became silent.

Su Haitang spread his hands and put down his pick.

"We have different aesthetic styles. If you ask me to make changes, I'm afraid it will be completely different. How about we follow your ideas, which will resonate more with your circle. I'm not good at this either."

As soon as Yan Zheng heard this, he immediately changed his attitude and helped her pinch her shoulders diligently, like a little eunuch serving others.

"No. Sister, I was wrong. Brother, I am proud again. If you have any opinions, feel free to raise them. If criticism is needed, just criticize. I will accept it with an open mind."

Su Haitang was afraid of being pestered by him, so she had to resort to diverting attention.

"Play the song beforehand, and when inspiration comes, it's best to finish it in one go. I have something to ask you."

Su Haitang looked him in the eyes and asked one word at a time: "What disease do I have? Is it a blood problem?"

Yan Zheng's eyes began to dodge, hesitatingly pulling out the music sheet and trying to escape.

"How did I know? Didn't you just go to the hospital? What did the doctor say? Well, I really got inspiration. I went back and changed the song."

Yan Zheng's poor excuse for escaping could not be concealed from Su Haitang, and the whole situation was covered up.

She frowned slightly but didn't stop him.

Speaking of this cousin, she really has a connection with her. It was Yan Zheng who wore sunglasses and bought her melon at the train station in City A.

But at that time, he had black eye circles, had conflicts with talents, and had a dark history when she caught him, so he was always embarrassed to see her.

It wasn't until this "genius singer" incident that Yan Zheng, a rock fanatic, shamelessly visited her frequently for advice. Even if she explained that she was not the original creator of "Tomorrow Will Be Better", it was useless.