Chapter 325

Back home, Yan Zheng was there.

"Sister, are you back? Hard work, drink water."

Yan Zheng still has long hair, wears red flared trousers, a white shirt and a red sweater. He is as happy as a bridegroom.

Su Haitang was shaken by him again, speechless about his fashionable dress.

"Brother, tie up your hair. I'm very angry at my mother."

Yan Zheng seriously untied a rubber band from his wrist and tied his hair into a low horsetail in two or three times. His beautiful face was exposed and looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Sister, you don't know the trend, but you don't have to dress up as a soldier. Don't worry. If you're not tired, show me the new song."

Yan Zheng handed over a staff, transcribed it cleanly, and couldn't see that the content was so manic and noisy hard rock.

Su Haitang couldn't drink the water poured by others for nothing. He took it and glanced at it.

"The lyrics have to be revised. It's too salivary. The Chinese language is broad and profound. You don't need to write Song Ci so antique, implicit and elegant. At least it should contain the beauty of words, not like biting women and scolding the street, so you'll lower the style."

"The words and sentences need to be refined and have prominent memory points, especially the chorus. There is no need to show off the text color and pile up words in large sections, which is empty and cumbersome."

"Around this sentence, we do not admit defeat, write a few words with strength and rhyme, repeat it several times like brainwashing, and the effect will come out."

Yan Zheng frowned and took the lyrics to think about the opinions she had just put forward, unwilling to refute.

"Our song is written for Chinese football. You don't understand football and can't understand the feelings of our fans."

"Although our football team lost in the Asian Games, our fans still want to express their support! We won't admit defeat and fight again in the next game!"

"This is the voice of our fans! Those pop songs with breath singing method holding their voice can't express the effect at all!"

"What is rock and roll? Rock and roll is to have strength, anger, roar and vent! It's not to write poetry."

Su Haitang glared at him like a smile. Yan Zheng's momentum slowly fell down, and his flat mouth was silent.

Su Haitang spread his hands and put down his pick as a bachelor.

"We have different aesthetic styles. I'm afraid if we insist on my modification suggestions, it will be changed into four dissimilarities. Otherwise, it will resonate with your circle according to your ideas. I'm not good at this either."

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

"Don't. I'm wrong, sister, and I'm proud again. If you have any opinions, just mention them. If you should criticize them, I will accept them with an open mind."

Su Haitang was worried by him, so he had to take a way to divert his attention.

"Put the song in advance. When the inspiration comes, it's best to finish it at one go. I have something to ask you."

Su Haitang looked into his eyes and asked word by word, "what's wrong with me? Is it a blood problem?"

Yan Zheng's eyes began to dodge and hesitated to draw out the music score to escape.

"I don't know. You just went to the hospital. What did the doctor say? Well, I'm really inspired. I went back to change the song."

Yan Zheng's clumsy excuse to escape can't hide from Su Haitang, and the whole is eager to cover up.

She frowned slightly and didn't stop him.

Speaking of this cousin, she really has a lot of roots. Yan Zheng was the one who wore sunglasses and bought her melons at the a city railway station.

However, at that time, his eyes were dark and had a conflict with talents. When she bumped into black history, he was always reluctant to see her.

It was not until the "talented singer" incident that Yan Zheng, a rock fanatic, had the cheek to ask for advice frequently. It was useless even if she explained that she was not the original of "tomorrow will be better".