sinovels Chapter 36 Meow Meow Meow Meow
Chapter 36 Meow Meow Meow Meow
"@林升云V: Composer of "Frost", @方怀V. Happy cooperation."
[Director Lin: It smells so good! 】
[I'm going, it's really a cub! !Awesome my cub! ! ! 】
[dbq, didn't someone say before that he was exhausted and unable to write songs?Is Lin Shengyun crazy or the rumormongers are crazy. 】
[Your dreams are exhausted, Director Lin will find someone who can't write songs to compose the theme song of "Frost"? 】
[I have a question, why is it composing, not 'singing' or 'composing and singing'?I'm not picking words, it's just weird. 】
If Fang Huai participated in the "Frost" project, he himself has no actual achievements, and the industry does not buy it. The biggest advantage is the popularity. "Frost" is not a purely literary film after all, if he came to sing, his popularity would increase a lot.
But composing...is weird.
Even singing, many people think he is not qualified, let alone the main composer.Moreover, Fang Huai's composition did not bring any enthusiasm to the movie. At most, fans would listen to the song.Even if others can agree, can investors agree?
As for those who heard the gossip that Fang Huai could not write songs, they were even more surprised.
Is Fang Huai getting better, or is "Frost" planning to sink with Fang Huai?
But many people think that Lin Shengyun may have just omitted a "singing", in fact, the singing and writing are all Fang Huai, which is more reasonable.
Only a few people know that it is indeed Fang Huai who composed the music, and maybe it is the singing.
... It wasn't that Lin Shengyun didn't want to give it, but that Fang Huai couldn't afford it.He can write songs by force, but he won't be able to sing for a while.
But just composing is enough.
This matter was in a hurry, Shi Feiran contacted the publicity, while secretly guessing the reason why Lin Shengyun suddenly announced——
When we met yesterday, Lin Shengyun did intend to ask Fang Huai to compose the music. Fang Huai had no objection, but Lin Shengyun didn't immediately agree. After all, Fang Huai's resume is currently not enough to provoke the leader, and the investor will not agree.
According to what Wang An said, "let Fang Huai write it, but don't name Fang Huai", although despicable, it is the best solution for "Frost".
Shi Feiran didn't know what made him change his mind. After all, Lin Shengyun really didn't look like a reckless person. How could he let "Frost" and Fang Huai fall together?
Let's not mention this for now, there are more important things now.
Fang Huai's team and fans are not vegetarians.
Before someone questioned that Fang Huai was not qualified to compose "Frost", the team first edited a cut of all Fang Huai's original songs, from the dialect songs in the show video, to the auditions, primary elections, and red carpet of "Light of the Stars" The song "Star" and the passages I usually write casually.
Fang Huai's main weakness is that he has no actual performance.
His debut time is short, and he doesn't even have a complete album to send to the competition. Naturally, it can't be said that there is no real performance, and he can only speak with his strength.
Fang Huai's original cut video "He and the Stars" were published simultaneously on YouTube, Weibo, and Alphabet. At the same time, Shi Feiran responded to Lin Shengyun's Weibo as a team.
"@星光娱乐V: Frost season, meet with you, thank you for your trust. @林升云[email protected] "Frost" official Weibo V."
Before the video was released, few people paid special attention to Fang Huai's composition ability.
They only knew that Fang Huai's voice was nice and he worked hard. When they put all the pieces together, they realized that Fang Huai's composition ability was not lost at all.
Vigorous and full of aura.
You can't feel it when you listen to it alone, but when you put it together, you can find that Fang Huai has a very distinctive personal style.He mixes himself with many situations to form the melody in his pen.
[I dare not say anything else, I am really talented in music. 】
[Zai Zai is so good, why is he so good, I cried. 】
[Excellence is excellence, but it's a pity that I won't be able to write songs in the future...]
[Where did you come from above, the rumor-mongering dog?roll. 】
After Lin Shengyun certified that Fang Huai was the composer, no one believed the rumors about Fang Huai Jiang's exhaustion.
"Want to see the stars?"
"If you want to go, let's go now."
The cold but gentle voice was as low as a whisper in the twilight.
The evening wind suddenly became anxious.
The gap and blankness between memory and reality are smoothed out with one stroke, and fragmented color block pictures are blurred in the light one by one.
Fang Huai briefly recalled something at that second.
Someone had said that to him a long time ago.But that moment felt so fast, he didn't even have time to hold anything.
The boy's light brown eyes opened slightly, as if a tiny electric current flowed from the fingertips to the heart, the melody of the notes after a long absence suddenly returned, and the gloomy black and white picture was once again endowed with sound and light!
He stepped into the room with a few steps, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and the pencil on the table in the other, writing a series of notes directly on the desk calendar.
Keep writing until the second line, and the speed gradually slows down.
Just halfway through the second line, the voice in my head stopped abruptly.
As if the magic time had expired, the carriage turned back into a pumpkin, the color faded again, and everything returned to paleness.
Twilight stayed quietly at his feet, and the door that had just been opened a crack closed again.
Fang Huai: "..."
He let out a light breath, and his heartbeat returned to normal frequency little by little.
Still not working, unable to write.
What happened to that feeling just now?
"Looking at the stars?" Fang Huai held the phone in one hand and repeated the word seriously.
Ye Yuyuan hummed lightly.
"Are you downstairs?"
Fang Huai walked to the window sill, looked down, and indeed saw the man standing silently.The Maybach can't drive into the old-fashioned neighborhood, he stands alone in the twilight, with a very lonely but gentle taste.
It was getting late, and the sunset was very romantic. There were fish-scale clouds in the sky, and suddenly without warning, there was the sound of rain gradually.
——A sudden rain in the late summer.
It is rainy in summer in this city, so always take an umbrella with you when you go out.And Ye Yuyuan obviously didn't bring an umbrella, his expression didn't show any waves, and there was a faint gloomy look between his brows, he didn't look embarrassed.
He stood under the canopy without avoiding it, his suit was neat, and no rain could touch him.
Until the iron gate not far away was hurriedly pushed open.
The boy in an ordinary T-shirt ran out holding an umbrella. He was still wearing slippers. The rain mixed with the wind blew obliquely, and instantly wet the ends of his hair.
He was holding a lemon yellow umbrella. At this time, the setting sun was covered by dark clouds, and the sky was dark. He was the only color in the whole world.
"It's raining," Fang Huai's voice on the phone was slightly hurried, "You first..."
The boy's light brown eyes were as clean as after washing with water. Through the rain curtain, he looked at the man blankly.
It was raining, and the man didn't hold an umbrella.
His appearance was as stable and indifferent as ever, and he was so neat that he didn't feel embarrassed at all.
"..."
Ye Yuyuan was silent for a while, and before Fang Huai noticed the abnormality, the invisible barrier in the air was released, and the raindrops also fell on him, wetting the shirt with excellent texture in an instant.
"Ye Yuyuan."
Fang Huai smiled, greeted him two steps later, and walked to him holding an umbrella.
He is just over 1.8 meters tall, not short, but Ye Yuyuan is much taller than him.
An umbrella pulled the two of them into the same small space, and the humidity and rain were a little bit brighter. Because Ye Yuyuan was tall, Fang Huai's umbrella was a little difficult to hold.
In the next second, the umbrella was silently received by the man.
The bony hand clasped the handle of the umbrella, inadvertently touching the back of Fang Huai's hand.Fang Huai felt nothing special, Ye Yuyuan lowered his eyes, and rubbed his index finger imperceptibly.
"Are you in a hurry?" The rain was loud, Fang Huai raised his voice, "Come and sit at my house."
He originally planned to invite Ye Yuyuan as a guest.
The man's dark eyes stared at him silently, without answering.
Fang Huai thought he didn't hear, so he raised his head slightly and said seriously in his ear: "Can you come to my house as a guest? Right now."
The teenager may have just finished a cup of hot milk.
He has a very light smell, like the scent of saponin or bamboo leaves, the slightly warm breath smells of milk, and his voice is clean and clear.
Ye Yuyuan heard it this time.
He was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice:
"it is good."
He took the umbrella and walked towards the residential building not far away.The umbrella was tilted towards Fang Huai, covering his whole body under the umbrella, while half of Ye Yuyuan's shoulder was exposed in the rain.
The umbrella is not big, the two of them are very close, and the sound of the rain is far away.
Fang Huai was thinking about what to cook for the night, while Ye Yuyuan was silent, his face was still calm, but his ears were slightly warm.
He pursed his thin lips slightly, curled up his index finger imperceptibly, and clenched the umbrella tightly.
Unfortunately, this road is not long.
Fang Huai's home is not big, but very tidy, with a night light on.
Newspapers are spread on the table, old pictorials are hung on the wall, and the decorations in the room are full of age.Fang Huai handed Ye Yuyuan a towel and an enamel cup. There was ginger tea in the cup, which was steaming hot.
Fang Huai didn't get too much rain, so he changed his clothes and settled down.
Ye Yuyuan's shirt was soaked, and it stuck to his body, revealing a strong and powerful figure, with a beautiful line from shoulder line to waist and abdomen, and a suit jacket draped over his elbows.But he didn't look embarrassed, sitting quietly on the old sofa with his back straight.
"Do you take a bath?" Fang Huai touched his nose, "You'll catch a cold."
But Ye Yuyuan was taller than him, and his clothes were bigger in size, and he didn't change or wash his clothes at home.
Fang Huai was suddenly annoyed, why didn't he consider this just now?
Ye Yuyuan was silent for a moment, and looked around.
He won't catch a cold.
Finally, he hummed lightly.
Fang Huai went to help him adjust the water temperature and find clothes.
He was actually a little nervous, this was the first time he invited a friend home.He was rummaging in the closet when he suddenly received a call from Shi Feiran.
"Fang Huai, it's no accident that you are the composer of "Frost"."
Fang Huai: "Yes."
"Maybe I have to go out in two days, you should prepare." Shi Feiran hesitated for a moment, and said nothing else.
This is Lin Shengyun's habit. The main creators of his movie theme songs have to follow the group for a period of time to find the unique rhythm and inspiration of the movie.
Fang Huai was taken aback and nodded.
He has seen the story of "Frost", and it is not an exaggeration to say that he likes it very much.But...he didn't know if he was up to it.
Meanwhile, in the living room.
Ye Yuyuan stood up and walked to the small wooden bookshelf.
He was not dripping water, and his fingers were dry.He lowered his eyes and looked at the rows of books on the bookshelf.
The first layer contains domestic and foreign masterpieces and some science fiction novels, which have traces of being read, and some of them have bookmarks.Fang Huai usually reads, but he is too busy recently, so he only reads occasionally.
The books in the second row are neat and tidy, and they look untouched.
In that whole row of books, there is a book in between, with a bland cover and book, the title of which is "Unrequited Love".
Unrequited love.
An unspoken, unrequited crush.
Ye Yuyuan slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, the self-deprecating look in his eyes flashed away, and he quickly returned to his normal look.
He put the book back on the shelf and turned on his phone.
After watching for half a minute, his face was pale and his eyes had already sunk.
On Weibo, a very short audio clip was uploaded.
——"I...can't write a song recently." This is a clean and special teenage voice.
——"This is some kind of mild psychological obstacle, which can only be overcome by himself, and it may be difficult in a short period of time." After the doctor finished speaking, he sighed slightly.
"How many views? Who is the first person?" Ye Yuyuan tapped on the tiny Bluetooth headset with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Delete."
AI works very efficiently.
Within half a minute, the audio circulating on the entire Internet disappeared without a trace.
However, this piece of audio was still circulated in a small area in private, causing quite a bit of discussion.