Chapter 325: rock fanatic
When I got home, that kid Yan Zheng was indeed there.
"Sister, are you back? You've worked hard, drink water."
Yan Zheng still has long hair, wears big red flared trousers, and a red sweater over a white shirt, as happy as a groom's official.
Su Haitang squinted his eyes again, and was speechless at his fashionable outfit.
"Brother, tie your hair up, I'm so angry looking at my mother."
Yan Zheng really untied a rubber band from his wrist, tied his hair into a low ponytail, and showed his delicate face, which looked much more pleasing to the eye.
"Sister, you don't understand trends, but you don't have to dress up when you're a soldier, so you don't have to worry about it. If you're not tired, please show brother the new song."
Yan Zheng handed over a staff, and he copied it cleanly, so he couldn't tell that the content was so frenzied and loud as hard rock.
Su Haitang is not good at drinking the water poured by others, so she took a look.
"The lyrics have to be revised. It's too drooling. The Chinese language is broad and profound. You don't need to write Song Poetry so quaint, subtle and elegant. At least you need to contain the beauty of the text, and you can't be like a shrew.
"The words and phrases should be refined again, and there should be outstanding memory points, especially the chorus part. There is no need to show off the rhetoric in large paragraphs, which seems empty and cumbersome."
"Just around this sentence, we will not admit defeat, write a few powerful and rhyming words, repeat it a few times like brainwashing, and the effect will come out."
Yan Zheng frowned, holding the lyrics to ponder the few points she just made, and retorted unwillingly.
"We wrote this song for China Football. You don't understand football, and you can't understand the mood of our fans."
"Although our football team lost in the Asian Games, our fans still want to express their support for them! We will not admit defeat, and we will fight again next time!"
"This is the voice of our fans! Those pop songs that are sung with a pinch of their throat are completely ineffective!"
"What is rock! Rock is all about being aggressive, angry, roaring, and cathartic! It's not about writing poetry."
Su Haitang stared at him with a half-smile, Yan Zheng's aura slowly faded, her pouted mouth was silent.
Su Haitang spread out her hands, and single-handedly picked her up.
"We have different aesthetic styles. If you insist on asking me to suggest revisions, I'm afraid it will be changed into something different. Otherwise, just follow your ideas, which will resonate more in your circle. I'm not good at this."
When Yan Zheng heard this, he immediately changed his attitude and pinched her shoulders diligently, like a little **** serving people.
"Don't. My sister, I was wrong, and my brother is proud again. Feel free to raise your opinions. If you have any criticisms, criticize them. I will accept them humbly."
Su Haitang was frightened by him, so she had to take a way to divert her attention.
"Play the song beforehand, and when inspiration comes, it's best to do it in one go. I have something to ask you."
Su Haitang looked his eyes squarely, and asked every word: "What's wrong with me? Is it a blood problem?"
Yan Zheng's eyes began to dodge, and he faltered and pulled out the score to escape.
"How do I know, didn't you just go to the hospital, what did the doctor say? Well, I really got inspiration, and I went back to change the song."
Yan Zheng's clumsy excuse for escaping could not be concealed from Su Haitang, and he wanted to hide it.
She frowned slightly, but did not stop him.
Speaking of this cousin, she is really related to her. The one who bought her melon with sunglasses at the train station in City A was Yan Zheng.
It's just that he had dark circles under his eyes at that time, and he had conflicts with talents. He was always embarrassed to see her when she saw the black history.
It wasn't until this "Genius Singer" incident that Yan Zheng, a rock fanatic, had the cheek to frequently ask for advice, even if she explained that she was not the original creator of "Tomorrow Will Be Better".