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Chapter 88 Bloody, Love

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    In the recording studio, Xia Yuan is sitting next to Zhang Yiman, and the two of them are chatting about something.

    Seeing that Han Jue was back, Xia Yuan asked, "I feel quite heavy. Are you okay?"

    Han Jue shook his head and replied casually: "It's nothing, it's a good thing."

    "Congratulations then." Xia Yuan said perfunctorily.

    ¡°There¡¯s no need to congratulate specifically, it¡¯s just that I¡¯m broken up in love, so I¡¯m a little happy.¡± Han Jue raised the corners of his mouth slightly and waved his hands very deliberately.

    Xia Yuan was still joking when he saw Han Jue. It seemed that something bad had not happened.

    So he joked back and said: "Shut up, people after the age of twenty-five are not worthy of falling out of love, the only thing they can say is break up."

    Zhang Yiman turned her head left and right, watching them chat as if watching TV.  She was chatting with Xia Yuan just now, talking about Han Jue.

    Zhang Yiman was a little concerned about the topic of broken love that Han Jue just mentioned, but the two people in front of him were chatting enthusiastically, but neither of them planned to talk about why they fell in love, how they fell in love, and who the object was.  Fortunately, Xia Yuan is still a reporter, so you didn¡¯t even ask about such a thing!  Zhang Yiman couldn't get a word in, so she was a little anxious.

    Finally, at a pause, Zhang Yiman raised his hand and said loudly: "Uncle, we haven't finished talking about what we just talked about."

    Han Jue stopped happily chatting with Xia Yuan.  It's more important to talk about business, this is a matter of life and death (money).

    He said to Zhang Yiman: "I have no problem here, but to be honest, you should first go back and ask your company leaders or your team for their opinions."

    "Okay." Zhang Yiman agreed.  But I thought, even if I add money, I still want my uncle to write an album of songs for me.

    "Uncle, please prepare the song for the breakout competition first!"

    Han Jue nodded, then lowered his head thoughtfully.

    Regarding Han Jue's sudden distraction, Zhang Yiman and Xia Yuan looked at each other and were about to wake Han Jue up. Han Jue suddenly snapped his fingers and said, "Yes!"

    Zhang Yiman vaguely guessed something and looked at Han Jue expectantly with big eyes.

    Sure enough, Han Jue smiled and said to Zhang Yiman: "Thanks to that phone call just now, I have some ideas for your song for the stadium competition."

    "Really? Yeah!" Zhang Yiman said in surprise.

    She is looking forward to Han Jue¡¯s amazing skills in writing songs on the spot.  Since the last time Han Jue wrote "Inflammable and Explosive" live, Zhang Yiman believes that the songs Han Jue wrote live are more exciting than the songs he prepared.

    Xia Yuan was also a little surprised. It sounded like he could see Han Jue¡¯s creation scene.  The Internet is full of conspiracy theories about the works created by Han Jue. She has seen it, but she will not easily draw conclusions until the evidence comes out.

    "Is it a story about lost love?" Xia Yuan asked with interest.

    "No, it's a story about a breakup." Han Jue smiled, then took out a pen and paper.

    It is Han Jue¡¯s habit as a screenwriter to carry paper and pen with him. This habit also comes in handy when creating rap lyrics.

    He took out a folded paper from the inner pocket of his coat and unfolded it. The top sheets were wrinkled and older in color, with some paragraphs and scattered sentences or a few short words written on them.

    After Han Jue pulled out a blank piece of paper from the bottom, he immediately folded the other papers and put them back in his pocket.  Still Zhang Yiman quickly got into his clothes, just to prevent the curious Zhang Yiman from seeing what was inside.

    Xia Yuan secretly wrote down this detail.  This is in line with the habits of creators. Creators are always ready for inspiration to visit their brains, so she carries a notebook with her.

    Han Jue flattened the creased paper, sat down and started writing.

    The recording staff over there softened their voices when they saw Han Jue creating.  Seeing this, the producer simply announced that everyone should take a break, so everyone went out to smoke and take a break. The sound engineer who stayed inside also quietly operated the computer. This was a tacit understanding between the two creative workers.

    Han Jue was scribbling and correcting without any distractions, and Zhang Yiman and Xia Yuan saw the whole process of Han Jue creating a song.

    He wrote the music first, and it seemed that the music was already in Han Jue¡¯s mind.  Han Jue hummed "la la la, ta ta ta ta" while writing as if he was inspired.

    Then I started writing lyrics.  Turn the paper over, write the title of the song in the middle, and then use the same mind map to extend it into a long or short sentence.  There are neat continuous sentences and incomplete short sentences.  Humming while writing, the progress is rapid.

    Zhang Yiman¡¯s beautiful eyes sparkled just as she listened to Han Jue¡¯s humming.  Now that I listen to the song with vague lyrics, I feel even more??Looking forward to it.

    Xia Principle was surprised by Han Jue's creative method. It started loading at 70% of the progress bar. Some sentences were written in one go. If it weren't for other musician friends, she would have thought that the person who wrote the song  It¡¯s all written like this.

    Speaking of breakup songs, Huaxia simply doesn¡¯t have too many, but looking at the lyrics, the title of this song is quite interesting.  Xia Yuan was also looking forward to it.

    When Han Jue finished, it was about half an hour later.  If it is not completed, the staff will come in too.

    "Now, shall I sing it to you first?" Han Jue stretched himself and asked Zhang Yiman.

    "No! I have a voice in my head now. I have to sing quickly!" Zhang Yiman stared at the paper in Han Jue's hand and stood still slightly anxiously, with his chin tucked in and his hands clenched in front of his chest.  , in the form of prayer.

    Han Jue handed the paper over, and Zhang Yiman took it away like a gust of wind.

    Then she stood in the corner, with her back to them, looking at Han Jue's manuscript carefully.

    Xia Yuan looked at Zhang Yiman's back and said to Han Jue beside him: "I have also seen many music friends create, and yours is so different. Or, you have written it a long time ago, and then deliberately  Pretending to create live in front of Zhang Yiman?"

    "Creation is just an explosion of accumulated bits and pieces of daily life." Han Jue did not deny that this was not created on the spot.

    ¡°Some people on the Internet suspect that you didn¡¯t write those songs yourself. Do you know about this?¡±

    "Actually, this is expected." Han Jue said with a smile.  In fact, this is even what he hopes for.

    Xia Yuan said: "Do you think technique or care is more important?"

    "Are you starting the interview, or are you just asking?" Han Jue asked.

    Xia Yuan flashed the recording pen in his hand.

    "If you want to be more politically correct, then I would say that technique is the basis for ensuring emotion. For example, KTV singing room," Han Jue took the initiative to correct him, "There is a big brother or a little girl in there who sings with emotion.  It¡¯s absolutely abundant, but the singing is also really ugly. So technique is the basis for singers to express their emotions, which most people agree on.¡±

    "Well, what about the one that is not so "correct"?" Xia Yuan became very gentle as soon as she entered the interview mode, and she continued to ask with interest.

    "When ordinary people evaluate a song and don't understand the technology, they will judge whether a song is good or not based on whether it is careless or not. I think being careless is actually a part of the technology."

    "Wandering the heart actually refers to a sense of language. Whether the timbre should be bright or dark, more breathy, crying, or roaring, whether the tail tone weakens or crescendos, how to deal with the cadence of the lyrics, these can be  It is classified as technical. If you sound careless, it is probably the ultimate in technical skills. Therefore, there are often nine-year-old boys and girls on TV who have never been in love. They can also make people feel affectionate when they sing love songs."

    When Han Jue said this, he looked at Zhang Yiman.

    "Teacher Zhang has demonstrated my conclusion very well. She is young, has little experience, and is still simple-minded, but I have no doubt that I did not sing well for her just now. Even if she is not really lovelorn like me, I think  She can sing that song well too.¡±

    Han Jue said so.

    "You've convinced me a little bit." Xia Yuan thought for a while, nodded, and then she said: "As an off-topic question, I won't record it. Why did you choose that title for your song?"

    "Perhaps for some people, love is so bloody." Han Jue touched his chin and pointedly said.

    "Well, "Bloody Love Story" is really weird, but I like it." Xia Yuan nodded and said.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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