Tang Shuang screamed in agony and was beaten to pieces.

Tang Zhen stood in the middle of the living room with a hiking stick in her hand, and said to Tang Shuang, who was huddled in the corner: "Tang is three years old! You'd better stop getting sick."

Tang Shuang burst into tears and said pitifully: "I know~"

Only then did Tang Zhen put down the murder weapon. Tang Shuang felt relieved and seemed to have to sit next to Tang Zhen to please her.

"Sister, were you tired when you hit me just now? Let me give you a massage."

As he said this, without waiting for Tang Zhen's consent, he diligently beat his shoulders and rubbed his back. What a bitch!

Tang Zhen was about to have a fit when Tang Shuang spoke quickly and said: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, sister, let me tell you the truth. In fact, the songs you wrote are very good. I have read all the manuscripts on your desk in the past few days.

, the lyrics are very good, and the music is of different levels, but it’s still okay. It should be enough to be a second- or third-rate independent musician.”

A second- or third-rate independent musician? Tang Zhen endured it, not knowing whether it was a compliment or a disservice.

It should be a compliment, Tang Zhen has no confidence in her own work at all, let alone second-rate or third-rate work. In her mind, it cannot be on the stage at all.

To say that Tang Zhen doesn't care about her works would definitely be a lie, otherwise she wouldn't have persisted for so many years and written hundreds of songs.

Now some people say that her works are actually very good, and they can't help but ask: "Really?"

Tang Shuang laughed in her heart, but remained calm on the surface, patting her chest and saying, "Of course it's true, you are my sister, do I need to say polite words to you? Sister, have you noticed that you are very talented?

Especially when it comes to writing lyrics, he is really like a great poet. How about we, brother and sister, work together in the future, you write the lyrics, I compose the music, and write a good story in the music world."

Tang Zhen said without confidence: "I wrote it all in vain."

Tang Shuang: "There is no such thing as writing blindly or not. To put it this way, I also write blindly when I write lyrics. Words that come from the heart are precious."

Seeing that Tang Zhen still had no confidence, Tang Shuang said, "Wait a minute."

He took the guitar in the corner, tried playing it twice, and said to Tang Zhen, "Listen up."

Tang Zhen's big eyes were unblinking, and she watched curiously as Tang Shuang came to her with the guitar in her arms, and the two sat down on their knees.

After Tang Shuang lowered her head and fiddled with the guitar twice, she coughed and took the teacup to moisten her throat.

Does he still want to play and sing at the same time? Tang Zhen thought to himself.

Just Tang Shuang's broken voice ruined the atmosphere every time he made a sound.

Tang Shuang raised his head and looked at Tang Zhen. Seeing that she was listening attentively, he continued to lower his head and touched the bottom with his toes rhythmically. This was to make the beat and find the rhythm. Then, he did not play the guitar, but played

whistled a beautiful melody...

Tang Zhen looked at him in surprise. Listening to this whistle melody that he had never heard before, Tang Shuang couldn't sing, but whistling had nothing to do with his voice. He was still very confident.

The whistle is melodious, the melody is beautiful, and the cheerful tone seems to come with playfulness and impatience.

This whistle lasted for about thirty seconds, and then the guitar sounded. It sounded familiar to Tang Zhen, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. When he heard the second melody, he suddenly woke up!

This melody is her song "Spring Beauty"!

Tang Zhen's eyes were instantly full of wonder and surprise, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her frost-like beautiful face. Just like the artistic conception of this song, after the cold winter passed, the breath of spring swept across the earth, revealing the surprise of spring.

It sounds so good~

Tang Zhen hid the excitement in her heart, closed her eyes involuntarily, and listened attentively to Tang Shuang's playing. Her right hand on her knee couldn't help but tremble with the music.

Sure enough, it was the song "Beautiful Spring" she wrote. Although the melody has changed a lot, you can still hear it.

In fact, no matter how many changes there are, as long as there is still a small piece of the original melody, Tang Zhen can still hear it, because for countless nights, she entertained herself by playing and singing with the guitar, and these notes were almost engraved into her music.

In my heart, I can no longer forget it.

After Tang Shuang's adjustment of "Spring Beauty", the melody is more varied and the rhythm is just right. Many popular elements have been added to this originally super literary ballad, making it even more catchy and coherent, like a bend in spring.

The stream flows along the rocks, so leisurely, so clear and vivid...

As she listened, all the distracting thoughts in Tang Zhen's heart seemed to be washed away. Her heart became as pure as spring water, calm and natural, no longer angry, no longer worried, no longer irritable...

She looked at Tang Shuang, who was completely immersed in the performance, and couldn't help but blurred her eyes. Is this still the childish brother? Is he still the Tang Xiaoshuang who laughed at her for writing crooked songs?

He is now publishing books and writing songs, and has achieved very good results. This is something she could not have imagined a week ago. Not long ago, Tang Sanjian was complaining on the phone that Tang Shuang was not up to par, failing twelve classes.

Passing through six gates is embarrassing.

She is still thinking about her brother, what kind of job should she find for him after graduation, how to help him, worried that he will suffer a disadvantage in society, and worried that he will not grow up enough to make his father angry...

However, she was overthinking all this. The brother in front of her didn't need her help at all. On the contrary, he was helping her. Otherwise, her dream would have been shattered and her life would have been tragic.

…

"Sister~Sister! Are you asleep?"

Tang Shuang's voice awakened Tang Zhen from her chaotic thoughts.

Seeing Tang Zhen's eyes focused again, Tang Shuang said, "Do you recognize this song?"

Tang Zhen smiled and said: "Of course, it's a beautiful spring."

Tang Shuang: "You look good when you smile. This song is very well written. I didn't touch the lyrics. I just adjusted the song a little. Let's try it again. I'll play the guitar and you sing. Do you want the lyrics?"

Tang Zhen wrinkled her nose proudly and said, "I don't want it."

Tang Shuang: "Okay, let's get ready, and you can keep time."

Tang Zhen patted her hands lightly, da~da~da~

Tang Shuang blew the whistle, as if it was the first warm current blowing through the mountains and canyons. With this warm current came the strong breath of spring. They were about to blow away the winter snow, awaken the life in the dream, and revive all things.

, there are sounds of growth everywhere, and the silent wilderness is full of vitality overnight... The sun is shining brightly, falling on the smiling faces, spring is so beautiful!

Tang Zhen's beautiful and gentle singing voice sounded. She sang very seriously, as if she wanted to put all her emotions into it.

This is her song. She remembers every word and melody deeply. Every line she sings expresses her mood, and what she sings is the voice she has hidden in her heart for many years.

She has sung countless songs, but this moment has never made her feel satisfied and filled with infinite pride. That pride filled her mind and warmed her heart...

She once again found the joy of singing, which she had not experienced for a long time. It did not contain any utility or purpose. She just purely enjoyed music and the infinite world brought by music. This world is so beautiful!
Chapter completed!