Chapter 29 Songwriting, Drum Tower
Relying on his own strength, Qin Chuan successfully corrupted Bao Qiang.
Seeing that this kid was a little addicted, Qin Chuan didn't dare to take him there again.
In the more than a month since he came back, Qin Chuan, in addition to occasionally washing his feet, has been consolidating his martial arts skills.
Tear the legs, hold the cauldron, do somersaults without falling, practice every day.
There are not many Kung Fu routines in Wusheng, but more exercises on the flexibility, flexibility and lightness of the body.
The same set of swordsmanship had different effects when Qin Chuan fought it more than a month ago and now.
It looks better now.
In addition to consolidating basic skills, Qin Chuan devoted more time to guitar and singing, which he had no time to practice before.
In addition, he also added a TV and DVD to the rental house.
There are not many entertainment projects in this era, and many people squat in front of the TV to watch dramas after get off work.
If you are not picky about food, everyone will watch whatever is on TV.
In the alley, there are houses with TV sets. At night, neighbors and half-grown children are indispensable in the living room, just like a small movie theater.
After Qin Chuan bought a TV, Bao Qiang also came over to watch TV shows from time to time. He bought many of the discs in the drawer.
A disc costs two yuan, which is much more cost-effective than a movie theater.
…
Hearing that Qin Chuan had not worked since he came back, Huang Bo, who was a little worried about him, came to visit him on Saturday.
The young man made a movie and made tens of thousands of dollars, which was a little bit shabby.
This kid from the countryside is afraid of poverty, so he will inevitably be unable to control himself.
As a brother-in-law, he still needs to remind him to return to the right path.
Before Huang Bo stepped into the yard, there was a sound of guitar accompanied by singing.
"I'm walking under the Drum Tower"
"The road is blocked"
"The sun shines after the rain"
"People are coming out"
"persistent and confused"
“There are many literary and artistic young people”
“If I get bored I come here to sit”
Of course Huang Bo knows that the Drum Tower is one of the popular attractions in Peiping. It is crowded with people on Saturdays and Sundays.
There are many young people of all kinds of art, singing, playing guitar, and dancing with stereos.
Of course, there are many girls too.
It was easy to tell from the singing voice that it was Qin Chuan. This was the first time Huang Bo heard him sing, but he didn't expect that his voice was in good condition.
My guitar skills are also countless times better than when I first played.
If he hadn't heard Qin Chuan's voice and knew that he was the only one with a guitar in this alley, Huang Bo wouldn't have believed that this could happen to Qin Chuan.
Suddenly, the guitar sound changes from soothing to intense, crashing, and wild.
Huang Bo knew that this was the chorus coming.
"I am a silent passerby, leaning against the wall and basking in the sun."
"If I'm a little tired"
"Just let me wake up here alone."
"~I'm standing on top of the Drum Tower"
"All prosperity has nothing to do with me"
“It’s a crowded place”
"But I am ordinary"
Huang Bo was shocked!
This song is interesting.
I just focused on the guitar and singing, and now I noticed that the lyrics are very good, clear and simple, and the meaning expressed is straightforward.
An ordinary person wandering under the Drum Tower.
The bustling streets, the ancient scenery, everything has nothing to do with him.
As the lyrics say, it's a crowded place and I'm ordinary.
It sings of loneliness and a touch of sadness.
"Ahem, he, tui."
As soon as he was mesmerized, Huang Bo wanted to continue listening. What greeted him was the sound of Qin Chuan clearing his throat and spitting. It feels like you're halfway through washing your feet when the police knock on the door.
Not to mention how uncomfortable it is.
Huang Bo walked into the yard and saw Qin Chuan squatting on the threshold, wearing flip-flops, big pants, a white vest and a chicken coop, still picking his nose with his little finger.
The filter is broken.
One moment he was an artistic young man, the next moment he was a sloppy otaku.
"Did you sing this song just now?"
"I sang, what happened?"
"Why don't you sing?"
"There are a lot of flying catkins, and my nostrils are a little itchy." Qin Chuan said and flicked his little finger.
Huang Bo's mouth twitched: "My singing skills and guitar have improved a lot."
Qin Chuan was proud: "That's right, I haven't practiced less during this period."
These days, I don’t use the Nuo tools to practice my acting skills, but use them on music.
After falling into a dream more than ten times, I finally spelled out this song by relying on the deduction function of the Nuo tools.
Huang Bo scratched his head. It seemed that he had wrongly blamed him. Qin Chuan was just working hard where he couldn't see.
"Singing is good, but I still have to act..."
"Brother Bo, you also think this song I wrote is good. Do you think I have any ideas when I take it out?"
"What the hell?" Huang Bo was confused: "Did you write this song?"
Huang Bo was stunned. Qin Chuan was writing a song. What was going on?
Three months ago this kid didn’t know how to play a guitar.
In just a few months, I was able to play the guitar like this and sing the songs like this, which is already incredible.
It turns out this guy said he wrote a nice song.
For a moment, Huang Bo's inner world collapsed.
What is the difference between this and a primary school student taking the college entrance examination and winning the top prize?
Huang Bo himself also plays music, and has played for many years. He also formed a band and served as the lead singer.
It is not modest to say that his musical attainments are at the level of a professional singer, much better than his acting skills.
It's not like he hasn't written songs in recent years, but they haven't received much response. He thinks they're good, but the audience doesn't like them.
So when performing, his band mainly performs covers.
Sing Li Zongsheng, sing Liu Dehua, sing Zhang Xueyou, sing Cui Jian...
Although Qin Chuan only sang half of the song, judging from Huang Bo's musical quality, it is definitely a masterpiece and the kind that can become popular.
At least Huang Bo himself couldn't write this kind of song.
Qin Chuan mentally apologized to classmate Xiao Zhao, who was now sixteen years old and still in high school, and then said:
"Yeah, I wrote it when I was bored."
"I don't believe it!!" The shocked Huang Bo collapsed and cursed.
As the old saying goes, we are afraid that our brothers will have a hard time, but we are also afraid that our brothers will drive Land Rover.
Now Qin Chuan is not just driving a Land Rover, he is also flying an airplane.
Huang Bo felt extremely sour, as if he had eaten dozens of kilograms of lemons.
Qin Chuan said calmly: "Then have you heard this song elsewhere?"
Huang Bo sighed secretly and shook his head like a rattle: "No!"
This song is nice. If it is released, it will definitely be popular. As a person who often plays music, he will definitely have heard it.
Qin Chuan spread his hands: "So I wrote it."
"But, damn, what are you doing? Is this song from a good source?" Huang Bo had mixed feelings and forced himself to find a reason.
Qin Chuan couldn't laugh or cry. He could understand Huang Bo's mood: "I promise, for sure, this song is the only one in the world. No one else knows it except me."
Huang Bo grabbed Qin Chuan's hand, pulled him up and walked out: "Follow me."
"Where are you going, brother?"
"Go to the Music Copyright Society to register your copyright."
Huang Bo is going crazy. His brother-in-law is about to take off completely.
genius?
No, a genius among geniuses.
"Can you wait while I wash my face?" Qin Chuan braked with his foot and pressed against the threshold of the yard: "I didn't even take the music sheet."
Huang Bo slapped his head: "Seeing as I'm in a hurry, I've forgotten all this. Hurry up."
(End of chapter)