Chapter 1173 There is a future in writing lyrics
Jiang Shuyi said: "Of course there is a connection. She doesn't have any good friends there. She often writes to me and introduces her life abroad."
< br>"Is she used to being abroad? OK Like her mother is always there?"
"Her mother is there most of the time. She seems to be quite used to it, but she complains that diet makes people gain weight."
"Then. Did she also mention Zhong Gang? ”
Jiang Shuyi was silent for a moment: "No, she never mentioned it again."
"So Shuyi, do you think Huihui still has feelings for Zhong Gang?"
"I won't mention it again, maybe because I'm afraid." Jiang Shuyi said softly: "I'm afraid that feeling will come back again."
Zhou Zhi also sighed and changed Zhao Zhonggang's business. , and the fact that Liu Lu came to him for Zhao Zhonggang, they all told Jiang Shuyi: "Actually, Liu Lu is really a good girl, and she is suitable for Zhonggang. If it weren't for Huihui, I would really want to do it for her." Let's match them up."
"If you think it's suitable, just give it a try," Jiang Shuyi said, "I don't think Huihui will have any objection."
"Huh?"
"If you like someone, you always want him to live the best life." Jiang Shuyi said a little seriously: "Especially after knowing that it is impossible, I will definitely hope that he meets a better person. I want to be better."
"I think Huihui must be like this. I thought about it."
"Shu Yi, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have opened this topic."
Jiang Shuyi smiled: "It's okay. I'm going to see Wei Ran and Zhong Gang later. There are some people who can’t be avoided, so it’s better to unify them in advance.”
"We'll pick up Weiran later and let's finish talking about Huihui first. Then when we get to Zhonggang's place, don't mention a word."
"Has Zhonggang told you about Huihui?" Now it's Jiang's turn. Shu Yi asked back.
“Not really.” Zhou Zhi recalled: “But I didn’t meet him often, not as much as a salt rat.”
“Do you think he would tell Yan Xiao? ?”
“That’s even more impossible. Speaking of which, we boys are quite weird. We never talk about our feelings when we are together. We only do it when we are in a group.”
"Girls seem to be just the opposite." Guan Tingting suddenly interjected from behind: "We have to sleep on the bed with our best friends before we start talking."
Zhou Zhi shuddered, he couldn't imagine that he was with Yan Xiao or Zhao Zhonggang Lying on a bed.
Quickly changed the picture in his mind to Yan Xiao and Zhao Zhonggang, and then smiled as if he had succeeded in his mischief.
When the car was about to arrive at the intersection of Chunxi Road, Jiang Shuyi noticed a person on the side of the road: "Hey, is that Wei Ran?"
"It's him, how can he look like that?" Are you like a dog?" Zhou Zhi drove to the side of the road and stopped: "Wei Ran!"
Jiang Shuyi also waved to him from the back seat.
“Damn!” Zhang Weiran opened the door and sat in the passenger seat excitedly: “This is the car your cousin gave you? I told you earlier, where is the Land Rover Defender? This car is available in the capital. Noodles!" "You learned how to speak with your tongue after just one semester in the capital?" Zhou Zhi teased him: "Why? Dressed like this?”
“Is there anything wrong with dressing like this?” Zhang Weiran’s hair was long, combed back with hair oil, wearing a suit and leather shoes. He was wearing a gray woolen coat and a plaid scarf hanging around his neck, giving him the appearance of a returned overseas Chinese.
"It would have been no problem when it came to Xu Zhimo." Zhou Zhi joked: "Is this what the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Peking University looks like? It's a good thing I didn't go to it!"
"Zhou Zhi just likes to joke." Jiang Shuyi said with a smile: "I think Weiran is pretty good-looking like this, gentle and elegant."
"Shuyi and I are our own people." Zhang Weiran said with a smile. : "Unlike Elbow, he has been jealous of me since the first time we met."
"I found that you went to Peking University for half a year and everyone became a gangster. What happened? Do you still write poetry now?"
"Write it, why don't you write it?" Zhang Weiran said with a smile: " Not only do I write poems, but I am also writing avant-garde novels. Do you know what avant-garde is? ”
“Pioneering...” Zhou Zhi smiled: “Pioneering is actually the result of the influence of modernism and postmodernism on literary creation, including symbolism, futurism, dadaism, imagism, and transcendence. Realism, abstraction, school of consciousness, absurdism, etc. etc., its tendency is to reflect the abnormal and alienated relationships between individuals and society, people and people, people and nature, and individuals and themselves in modern Western society, as well as the resulting spiritual consciousness, and does not shy away from mental trauma and abnormal psychology. Pessimism and a sense of nothingness”
"Hey, you who play ancient poetry also know this?"
"Li Shangyin's "Untitled" series, is it considered a stream of consciousness or one of the avant-garde schools?" Zhou Zhi smiled and said: "We First of all, we need to make it clear that the premise of creating avant-garde novels is to eliminate all lies and be absolutely truthful."
"Mr. Wei Ran, starting with your appearance, I feel that it is a bit false and far from absolute. The truth is still not close Li..."
"Still so sharp-tongued!" Zhang Weiran said: "This is just my disguise, but my creative soul is naked. There is a little girl here, saying this. It doesn’t fit...hey you Yes...you are..."
"Hello Pioneer Writer, I am Guan Tingting." Guan Tingting is also naughty: "Brother Xiuzi said that you are a talented person from No. 7 Middle School and an elite from Peking University. I have admired you for a long time."< br>
"You...why are you here?" Zhang Weiran was a little confused, and the talented scholar from Peking University was also a little confused.
I just failed to recognize Guan Tingting at first sight, so I lost a lot of points in front of the little beauty.
"Because Brother Zhuzi is my brother, we grew up together." Guan Tingting smiled innocently and romantically: "Otherwise he wouldn't have written "Hometown" for me to sing, right Brother Zhuzi?"
This is too much. The little girl Guan Tingting is holding back her anger. She doesn’t understand what avant-garde literature is, but Zhang Weiran dares to show off, so she feels that Zhou Zhi should show off more, and she will help show off. Effect specification is better.
Zhang Weiran was indeed frightened, and looked at Zhou Zhi: ""Backtown," did you write it?"
"I wrote the lyrics, and I can only write half of the music. Tingting's classmate Hu Rui also wrote it together." Zhou Zhi drove the car, his eyes could only look at the road. In Zhang Weiran's eyes, "It's so cool." "son" is more than enough.
"Elbow, is there a future for writing lyrics?"
"Yes, absolutely." Zhou Zhi said: "But the emotions must be real, rich and delicate. The audience votes with their ears. You have to give them a sense of empathy."
"There is also a sense of music and rhythm, which you are not afraid of." Zhou Zhi was a little worried about Zhang Weiran's entry into creation. In an attempt to get him back on track, I thought that writing lyrics would be a good way to get him back on track: "You used to engage in classical composition, so this won't be a problem for you."
"But I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up on the first trip. "It seems that the album will be released in two months." Zhou Zhi said: "There are several songs in this set of campus folk songs that you can listen to and learn from their creative style."
"How do you know?" Zhang Weiran felt that he had made great progress this semester, and compared with Zhou Zhiyi, he seemed to be a step behind.
(End of this chapter)