Although Wang Heng has never heard of the previous song "Lost", it is not difficult to hear the niche independent singer in the week. However, a girl under the age of 20 has not been able to perform it in full enough, and she is still a little immature.

But the song she sang at this moment was particularly strange and fresh in Wang Heng's ears.

The slow and leisurely tune echoes in the empty piano store, accompanied by the same gentle guitar sound:

"I saw the brilliant sunset hiding behind the dark clouds,

The fog lingers in front, back and left and right,

The lonely people are most afraid of loneliness.

The hardest thing is to move forward bravely..."

After singing the main song part, it was time to climax the chorus. But at this time, the song ended abruptly.

The girl pressed her hand on the strings, and her perky little nose couldn't help but wrinkle: "No, this is wrong..."

Wang Heng asked, "What's wrong?"

Pei Ningle: "What I want to sing this song first is the feeling of sadness and melancholy, spreading the emotions little by little, pushing them to the higher ground. In the end, it suddenly becomes bright and the flowers bloom..."

Wang Heng imagined it: "Do you mean to suppress it first if you want to promote it?"

The girl nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, that's what I think."

Wang Heng: "Then just write like this, won't it work?"

Pei Ningle: "The problem is that the templates of pop music are all like this. First, there is a relatively flat main song, then a prominent chorus, interlude, and then a main song. The final chorus is repeated, and many of them have to be octave higher, pushing the emotions to the highest... But now for this song, I want to use the previous 70% as the emotional foundation, the transition connection of 10% and the final 20% to the highest peak. This is different from the mainstream on the market."

Wang Heng: "That's different. You don't like to follow the rules, right?"

The girl put down her guitar and pulled the strap of her skirt. Her face was obviously a little irritable and she had a lot of things to say, but the feeling that it was difficult to express clearly for a while was nothing more than that.

She frowned and thought for a while, saying, "But the template of pop music makes sense! A song needs to be interspersed with choruses and main songs to not appear monotonous. I am very worried that if I have always laid the mood in the same pattern, it will make people impatient..."

Wang Heng: "Then make two more bridges."

"Bridge? Do you still know what the bridge is?" Pei Ningle glared at him, his eyes full of surprise.

Wang Heng shrugged: "It's just musical sentences connecting different paragraphs, it's not difficult to understand."

Of course, in addition to the so-called "bridge", Wang Heng has also heard more musical terms. However, his understanding of these terms is only about knowing and understanding some basic concepts. Everyone has different talents, just like it is difficult for Pei Ningle to learn the logic in the code, Wang Heng really can't figure out how she deals with those notes.

Pei Ningle did not have the interest in asking the details, but just analyzed carefully: "If you don't put the main song after the first section of the main song, put a bridge with similar tone, then play the interlude, and repeat the main song... It seems that it is really OK."

Wang Heng: "It works."

But Pei Ningle was still hesitant: "I don't know if it works. I feel that the song written like this must be shorter than the previous one, and it may be less than three minutes..."

Wang Heng: "It doesn't matter, shortness is not a problem, cliché or unpleasant is the problem, right?"

Pei Ningle didn't say anything, pondered for a while, and picked up the guitar again.

This time, she sang the chorus part again, and the "bridge" in the middle was hummed without lyrics. When it came to the final chorus part, the guitar accompaniment suddenly became more rapid and powerful.

The girl looked out the window in silence, raised her voice, and sang in a more ethereal voice:

“I see every ordinary day,

Become a fresh miracle,

I saw those gorgeous rainbows,

Shining into the lonely dream,

I heard the harp play crystals,

Weaving into beautiful poems,

I saw you..."

At this point, use the guitar to dial out a string of light tones as the ending.

After the song was over, Pei Ningle turned his head and looked at Wang Heng, and asked nervously: "What do you think?"

Wang Heng stared at her, and his head was already analyzing it quickly.

During the week, almost none of Pei Ningle's songs were about love. The themes were either the loneliness and confusion of urban young people, or the attempts toward niche themes, such as cyberpunk.

When the second week was in the second week, she officially started to create, but the style of the first song "Lost" was still the same, and it had nothing to do with love. Wang Heng originally thought the same was true for this song "Dawn", but when he heard the last sentence, it seemed that it was a little different?

Is there any hint of the lyrics of the line ‘I see you’?

Wang Heng was analyzing, and saw Pei Ningle approaching him and asked again: "What do you think is this song? Does it sound good?"

Wang Heng smiled and applauded: "It's great."

Pei Ningle couldn't help asking again: "Really?"

Wang Heng: "Really."

Pei Ningle was still a little nervous: "Is it really great?"

Wang Heng emphasized: "It's great. Why not go to the recording studio and record it?"

Pei Ningle: "Okay, let's go now!"

The girl walked out with her guitar in her arms.

Seeing this, Wang Heng reminded: "Get back the guitar back."

Pei Ningle looked down and patted the piano lightly: "I just happened to want a new guitar, I bought it!"

At this moment, a strange man's voice sounded from the piano store: "I want to ask, did you write the song just now by my little sister? I have never heard that melody before, and you seem to be talking about the creation of this song..."

The two turned around and saw a man sitting on the sofa in the corner. He looked about 30 or 40 years old, with a beard and thick-framed glasses, which made him feel very vicissitudes. When Pei Ningle played the guitar and sang, he sat there motionlessly, just behind the drum set, so Wang Heng and Pei Ningle didn't notice him.

At this time, the man stood up and said, "I am the owner of this store. Little sister, do you want to buy that guitar?"

Pei Ningle nodded: "How much does it cost?"

"The original price is more than 800, but I'll leave it to you..." The boss of the piano shop smiled, "Give it an integer, five hundred."

Pei Ningle blinked: "Five Hundred and Eight?"

"I mean five hundred, five hundred!"

The owner of the piano shop couldn't help but wonder if this little confused girl was really the same as the girl she sang just now?

Wang Heng suddenly asked, "Why are you giving a discount? Is it because her song is good?"
Chapter completed!