When I got home, it was almost time to go to bed. But Luo Huan was waiting for Shen Jie to come back in the living room.
"You still want to come back. I thought you were going to live in their house. Is arranging music so important that you don't even want to go back home?"
Luo Huan's strange aura made Shen Jie a little speechless.
Well, although Shen Jie did go a bit too far. Although he said hello in advance, he still delayed coming back so late. It was really not good to make the old mother worried.
"I was wrong."
There is no shame in bowing your head and admitting your mistakes, especially when you really did something wrong. People like children who are honest.
"There's a song, let me listen to it. Let's see what song can make you so fascinated."
Luo Huan said to Shen Jie.
Although she didn't say it, Luo Huan was still curious about what kind of song Shen Jie had come up with that would attract the attention of even professional pianists.
As an animation director, because she can record animation oped episodes, she will definitely be in contact with some singers, so she naturally knows that people who can do this as a career will not be too bad no matter how bad their vision is.
"No, this is just accompaniment."
Shen Jie took out a USB flash drive and handed it to Luo Huan.
The USB flash drive was given by Lao Li, and it contained previous demos. Shen Jie was told to take it back and find someone to fill in the lyrics.
"Then I have to listen carefully."
After taking the USB flash drive, Luo Huan plugged it directly into the computer.
The ethereal piano sound can be heard. Although there are no lyrics or vocals, just accompaniment, Luo Huan can feel the excellence of this song.
"Okay, boy, you are actually so capable."
After listening to it once, the effect was much better than Luo Huan imagined.
Luo Huan originally thought it was a simple nursery rhyme, but she didn't expect it to be a pop song.
I have to say that Shen Jie gave her a really big surprise.
It's just that I'm still quite unhappy that Shen Jie once again slapped Luo Huan, a painting teacher, in the face with music.
"Exquisite hands find it by chance, and they find it by chance."
Shen Jie had nothing to say. Now he just hoped that his old mother could let him go back to sleep. He had been busy all day at school, and now he stayed up so late. Although the battery of his small body was still brand new, he couldn't make it randomly.
No, he still expected to have a long standby time of one hundred years.
"I'll find someone to fill in a word for you later."
Luo Huan said to Shen Jie.
"No need, the words are already there?"
Shen Jie said quickly, while taking out the lyrics he had written before from his schoolbag.
"Oh, there are already lyrics, so fast? Who wrote it?"
Luo Huan was very surprised that she already had lyrics. She only knew about the arrangement a few hours ago. Now not only the music was arranged, but also the lyrics were included.
"It's okay. Did you write it?"
At first glance, Luo Huan’s lyrics don’t seem like much, they are very smooth and catchy.
In fact, this is also the reason why lyricists are not taken seriously. Because the threshold for lyrics is too low. People and ghosts can show off, and there are countless people who forcefully pile up rhetoric. The real masters are covered up by a pile of rubbish.
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There are few good words, and there are also few people who can appreciate good words.
Sometimes seemingly simple words contain profound knowledge, while other seemingly gorgeous words are extremely empty.
In the final analysis, lyrics come from listening. But in this era, most people just listen to the melody. Only a few people like to study the lyrics.
"You sing along with the accompaniment, and I'll listen to it."
Luo Huan said and returned the lyrics to Shen Jie.
"Here, it's so late, and the neighbors are still sleeping. It's not good to disturb them."
Of course, Shen Jie said this more because he wanted to sleep.
"It's okay, the soundproofing here is pretty good. It won't disturb others."
Luo Huan's words are true. During the renovation, considering the nature of Shen Jie's father's work, although there was no special recording room installed, the soundproofing was still specially done.
"Okay, okay."
Seeing that Shen Jie couldn't run away, he could only agree.
When Luo Huan saw Shen Jie agreeing, he quickly took out his cell phone and pointed it at Shen Jie who was about to sing.
"Ah, what are you going to do again."
Seeing the cellphone camera pointed at him, Shen Jie knew that his old mother's baby-showing syndrome had recurred.
"You just have to sing."
Luo Huan didn't explain much to Shen Jie, but directly started playing the accompaniment.
"The waves silently submerged the night deeply, spreading over the end corner of the sky~"
With the attitude of singing early and finishing things early, Shen Jie didn't say anything more, but started singing directly along with the accompaniment.
"Very good, very good. Just post it to the S station later. There are people under my scarf urging you to update it. I really don't know whose fans it is."
Luo Huan said, skillfully saving the video.
"Oh, yes, I have to apply for an S-station account for you."
Suddenly Luo Huan seemed to remember that Shen Jie didn't have an account yet.
"I have it."
Shen Jie took out his mobile phone and showed it to Luo Huan.
The one logged in above is Shen Jie’s own account.
This S site is similar to the pink website I had before, and you need to answer questions to register and become a regular member.
But in this era of competing for users, everyone knows it. Shen Jie can basically register successfully with his eyes closed.
"What's your name? Change it quickly. You look like a little old man at such a young age."
Luo Huan took Shen Jie's mobile phone and looked at the very old nickname on it. Then without waiting for Shen Jie to say anything, he spent six big iron movies to change Shen Jie's nickname.
When Shen Jie got his phone back, he saw that the ID that originally expressed his Buddhist life had been forcibly changed by Luo Huan to Xiao Xiaohuan.
Well, as a mother, Luo Huan will not interfere with your choices, but sometimes she is inexplicably tough.
Although he wanted to change it back again, looking at Luo Huan's face and the empty iron piece, Shen Jie could only accept his fate.
"Here, I'll send you the video, upload it yourself, and then I'll forward it to you."
Luo Huan said and sent the video on his mobile phone to Shen Jie.
The old mother's attitude was so determined, how could Shen Jie refuse.
I could only obediently follow Luo Huan's wishes, create a more eye-catching title, and upload it to the S station.
"Shocked! A seven-year-old primary school student wrote such a beautiful song!"
Although Shen Jie wanted to change the title to a more common one, Luo Huan insisted on changing it to this one, saying that Shen Jie did not understand the S site.
Naturally, the introduction is to fill in the name of the song and the author.
But it was such a simple question, so I made a special call to ask about the situation.
After receiving the reply, Luo Huan immediately asked Shen Jie to fill in Li Ruiyan in the arrangement column.