The days of retirement with the singing queen

Lu Anzhi scratched his head and said, "I don't know how to guide others. How about... I show you the manuscript of the third part of "Dragon"?"

Zhang Suxin was stunned: "So the third part is also a tragedy?"

Lu Anzhi said: "That's right."

Zhang Suxin: "..."

Strong resentment surged in Zhang Suxin's heart, and Zhang Suxin suddenly started writing and drawing on the paper.

Lu Anzhi saw this and asked, "Have you got inspiration?"

Zhang Suxin said quietly while continuing to write: "I have feelings, but it doesn't meet the requirements of Yuege."

Lu Anzhi leaned over and took a look. He has retained too many works from his previous life in his memory, and he has mastered all aspects of music theory, musical instruments and other knowledge unconsciously.

Zhang Suxin simply wrote the beginning of the score, but just from the beginning of the score, Lu Anzhi could taste the deep unhappiness and resentment.

All in all, the mood of the song is quite intense.

Do you have such great resentment?

Lu Anzhi didn't understand. He originally watched "Dragon" just for fun. Although he felt disappointed after watching the third part, he was not so unhappy that he wanted to complain about it.

Of course, Zhang Suxin is not angry with the world, but being able to write a song is too exaggerated for Lu Anzhi.

Maybe...singer-songwriters are just that awesome?

Lu Anzhi did not disturb Zhang Suxin and just watched quietly.

The former singing diva was really great. Lu Anzhi saw that she was lost in thought and writing and drawing, as if she was simulating the impression of the music in her mind and then composing it.

As for the score on the paper, he could tell at a glance that it was of high quality.

Halfway through writing, Zhang Suxin stopped, breathed out softly, and sighed:

"That's it. A tragedy is a tragedy, just not a tragedy like Xia Mi. Anyway, you are a tragic author, can I still expect you to write a perfect ending?"

Lu Anzhi: "..."

The resentment in these words has not dissipated yet.

And it seemed that because of the emotional exaggeration of the music, her resentment became even heavier.

"Why don't you finish writing?"

Lu Anzhi asked.

Zhang Suxin said: "I only have this idea for now, save it first and finish it later. This is irrelevant, and this single song appointment is useless."

Lu Anzhi asked: "Then do you want to read the manuscript?"

Zhang Suxin shook her head and said: "Forget it. I'm afraid that I will only be able to finish the song after watching it."

Lu Anzhi: "..."

Zhang Suxin continued to worry about herself. Recruiting new songs is related to her livelihood, so it’s no wonder she cares so much about it.

Lu Anzhi said: "How about you try playing the piano and writing songs at the same time? I'm just watching Xianxian here."

It doesn't seem difficult for Xianxian to fall asleep. It's just that this little girl is not honest when sleeping. She rolls here and there. Lu Anzhi needs to be careful not to let her fall out of bed.

Just in this moment, the little slender body had turned ninety degrees and was sleeping across the bed, with her little head pressing against Zhang Suxin's slender waist.

Lu Anzhi felt that he was still qualified for this job.

But Zhang Suxin said: "No need. When I wrote songs before, I still had to try to play the piano, but since giving birth to Xianxian, I have become more and more skilled at imagining music in my mind."

Lu Anzhi praised: "Then you are really awesome."

Zhang Suxin smiled at Lu Anzhi and said worriedly: "But I just can't write a new song..."

Lu Anzhi thought for a while and said, "How about when Xianxian wakes up later, I will sing a song for you to listen to and see if you can find some inspiration?"

In his previous life, every time he had the desire to create and write online articles, it was always while reading other novels.

Or the novel he was reading was so popular or lacking that it made him want to write one, or the chapter and plot he was reading inspired him so much that he couldn't help but open the document and write the beginning.

He had never written a song, but he thought that the same method might be useful.

Zhang Suxin's eyes lit up: "Did you write it yourself?"

After seeing Lu Anzhi's "Two Tigers", Zhang Suxin had great confidence in Lu Anzhi's creative ability.

She has also tried to compose children's songs and knows that children's music is not that easy to write.

Anyway, she had been brewing it for a long time, but it never came out.

Lu Anzhi nodded and said, "Yes."

He did not shy away from or resist the fact that he copied songs, otherwise, he would not copy books. If he resisted, how could he live so well in this world?

The inexhaustible works in his memory were gifts given to him in his previous life. He wouldn't do something stupid like leaving a treasure chest empty.

Of course, singing this time is not like copying books and using them to make money. Just helping Zhang Suxin find inspiration.

After all, the song Zhang Suxin arranged was not his. If he were to write it, he probably wouldn't make much money from the song he wrote.

Even if you want to make money from writing songs in the future, you still need to carefully consider the selection of songs and the opportunities to sell them.

Zhang Suxin became interested, cheered up and said, "Okay, when Xianxian wakes up later, please go to the piano room to sing. I'm all ears."

While he was talking, the fiber on the bed suddenly swelled up. He raised his head, opened his hazy eyes and looked at Zhang Suxin, then at Lu Anzhi, then pointed in a direction and said, "The piano room is over there."

Zhang Suxin and Lu Anzhi both laughed. I really don’t know how long it took for this little girl to wake up, but she actually gave them directions as soon as she opened her eyes.

Lu Anzhi opened his arms. The little girl smiled and crawled towards Lu Anzhi.

Then Lu Anzhi picked up Xianxian and said, "Come on, Xianxian will show dad the way."

"there."

Xianxian pointed outside the bedroom door. Said playfully. The little guy crawled from the bed into Lu Anzhi's arms, already completely energetic.

Lu Anzhi followed Xianxian's guidance and left the bedroom. Zhang Suxin smiled slightly and followed behind.

"there."

Xianxian pointed to another room.

That room is closed. Lu Anzhi went over and opened the door, and saw a piano placed against the wall of the room, a guitar hanging on the wall, and a cabinet opposite with violins, flutes, etc. inside.

Lu Anzhi said: "You have a lot of musical instruments."

Zhang Suxin said: "That's all I have. The space here is not big enough to put too many musical instruments. Even these, most of them have become slender toys now."

Lu Anzhi smiled and said, "That's good. I'll cultivate my fine musical literacy from an early age."

Zhang Suxin also laughed: "She is still so young and doesn't understand anything. What can she cultivate?"

"That's impossible to say."

Lu Anzhi walked to the cabinet, pointed at the flute inside through the transparent glass cabinet door, and said, "Can I use this?"

Zhang Suxin's cheeks turned slightly red, but she did not refuse and said, "It's okay. Just use it."

She recently played the flute with Xianxian, and she used it to play it for Xianxian...

Before she could finish speaking, Xianxian had already rushed to open the cupboard door, took out the flute, handed it to Lu Anzhi and said, "Here it is, dad!"

Lu Anzhi took the flute and put it down Xianxian. He tried the tune first and found it was just right. Then he put the flute to his mouth and started playing.

There is a song in my memory, and as soon as the flute sounds, it is the prelude.

Zhang Suxin couldn't help but be stunned as she listened.