Liao Yuan shrugged: "Let me give you a ride? Is that okay?"
Song Baining lowered her head and whispered softly: "I can take the advertisement."
Liao Yuan pretended not to hear and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said, I can take commercials!"
Song Baining repeated: "For commercial performances, as long as it's during holidays, that's fine too."
Liao Yuan was a little surprised: "Why did you change your mind?"
"The company needs to operate. If there are no qualified products, bankruptcy will happen sooner or later. I understand this and I don't want you to go bankrupt."
Song Baining raised the lyrics and music book in her hand: "As long as there are good songs, I will sing them. If there are advertisements and commercial performances, as long as they are not too excessive, I will also take them during my free time. But there is one thing I will not give in to.
, I must finish college."
Liao Yuan looked at Song Baining.
After a long time, he nodded and said: "You will find that you have made a right choice. The company will follow the high-quality route for its artists, and will not let you accept commercial performances casually, nor will it let you accept some unknown actors.
Small advertisement, don’t worry, I will create the path for you to be a queen.”
Song Baining's heart was filled with ups and downs, but on the surface, she just hummed slightly, raised her lyrics and music book again, and asked: "How to sing a chorus?"
So, in the next hour, Liao Yuan classified the lyrics and taught Song Baining step by step how to practice the opening and harmony.
Soon, as the two performed each other's lines line by line, the male and female chorus version of "Lake Baikal" gradually took shape.
In the afternoon, Song Baining came very early, and she was going to practice harmony alone in the recording studio.
She knew that she was not very smart, and she was able to get into Fudan University only by studying hard and getting up early.
In fact, behind every glamorous person, there are hardships that ordinary people can't imagine.
After leaving her hometown, she brought this habit with her.
Whether it was work-study or homework between classes, she put in more energy in advance than others.
After going back and forth like this, her test scores and work achievements were recognized by teachers and leaders.
After officially signing the contract with Little Yellow Fish, she still retained this habit.
However, after practicing a few times, Song Baining's eyes couldn't help but look at the messy pieces of papyrus placed on the table in the corner.
This is the scrap paper that Liao Yuan used to write songs at noon. Whenever his writing was not satisfactory, he would crumple the scrap paper into a ball and throw it aside.
Song Baining noticed this phenomenon very early.
It's just that her personality is still a bit shy and she can't let go.
Therefore, I can only quietly pick up these paper balls when no one is around, and open them one by one to observe them carefully.
On the first scrap of paper, I wrote a few words here and there.
"It rains continuously in the middle of Sichuan, and there are corpses everywhere outside the pass. Your smile is like a vicious dog, disturbing my heartstrings..."
Ancient songs?
Although there were only a few sentences, the poetic and picturesque meaning revealed between the lines made a broken picture appear in the girl Bai's mind unconsciously.
In the heavy snow, a man wearing armor stood holding a knife.
There were corpses all around.
Although I can't see his face clearly.
But, he seems to be smiling?
It's just that there seems to be a lot of sadness and bitterness hidden under that smile...
After she lowered her head and thought for a while, she looked at the line of small words at the bottom: "Eat noodle soup in the alley, laugh at the snow falling by the window, play tits with the pearls around your waist, and stand in front of the court with loquats."
It was as if spring thunder was exploding in my ears.
Song Baining felt her heart beating wildly.
Her breathing became somewhat rapid.
"What song is this?"
She desperately wanted to know.
So I opened the next ball of paper.
"Looking at the sea and sky, listening to the wind and rain falling, holding hands to blow away the vast mist, the wings of the big fish are already too vast, I let go of the rope of time."
What a nice view……
Such beautiful words...
Song Baining's eyes turned wild, holding the crumpled piece of draft paper, and continued to read: "Looking at you flying away, watching you leaving me, it turns out that you were born to belong to the sky, and every drop of tears will flow to you.
, going back to the first encounter.”
"What are you doing?"
A voice came from behind, making Song Baining tremble all over.
Liao Yuan walked in from outside, looked at Song Baining's reddish eyes, and asked strangely: "What's going on with you?"
"You wrote this all." Song Baining stretched out the draft paper in her hand and asked seriously.
She used affirmative sentences.
Liao Yuan glanced at the draft paper in Song Baining's hand, frowned and said, "Why are you looking at these?"
"You wrote very well."
Song Baining silently folded the draft paper neatly and put it in her handbag.
Then, she opened the third piece of scratch paper, which was also the last piece of paper.
"I want to raise my head to warm the spring grass, and you give me a simple hug; I want to crush the confusion and walk through time, and you will hear it when you open your eyes; I want to have you on my left shoulder, and smile on my right shoulder; I want to, in
In your eyes, I am running wild; I think... one look can make me grow old."
Song Baining frowned.
She didn't like the song very much because she felt the lyrics were too explicit.
In comparison, the first two poem-like lyrics made her heart beat.
So I turned around and asked expectantly: "Are these three songs my new songs?"
Liao Yuan glanced at the draft paper, shook his head and said, "No, I just wrote it blindly."
Song Baining was petrified on the spot.
Little Miss Liao Yuanyuan looked like she was about to collapse and said quickly: "If you like it, you can give it a try."
Song Baining pursed her lips and whispered: "Mr. Liao, does it really make you happy to play with me?"
Liao Yuan coughed: "Okay, I solemnly tell you: Miss Song, these three songs are prepared for you!"
Song Baining raised the corner of her mouth, but in the end she said expressionlessly: "When will you practice?"
"Wait for me first."
After Liao Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and went to his office. After finding the password box in the corner, he entered the password, pressed his fingerprint, and took out a song and lyrics book.
After returning to the recording studio, Liao Yuan opened the lyrics and music book and asked: "Xiaobai, what are the three songs you just mentioned?"
Song Baining was stunned.
Immediately, he turned around, opened his handbag, and handed three pieces of scrap paper to Liao Yuan.
After Liao Yuan took a look, he sighed and said: "This is "Big Fish", this is "The Thief", and the last one is... what is it?"
Song Baining looked at the lyrics and music book in Liao Yuan's hand and felt a rush of heat rushing into her brain.
Confused, really confused!
She asked in a trembling voice: "Did you write all these things?"
"Well, I have nothing to do, so I just wrote it casually." Liao Yuan nodded.
Song Baining suppressed the excitement in her heart: "How many songs are there in this?"
"Not much."
Liao Yuan thought for a while: "About ten poems, I just started writing them last week..."
Last week…
Just started...
Song Baining was suffocated: "You wrote more than a dozen songs in less than seven days?"