Chapter 444: 174 Bai Lian’s True Strength_2
Zhang Shize’s imprisonnt this ti was largely related to Yan Lu, yet Zhang Shize’s parents never blad Yan Lu.
Bai Lian listened quietly, picked another cherry from the plate beside her, and finally opened WeChat.
She sent two images to Warden Jian—
[New Song]
Warden Jian: [So soon?]
On the other side of the mobile phone,
Jian Zhongyou put down his pen and picked up his phone.
Not far away, a man and a woman stood up, “Teacher?”
“Lou Jiu, Shuhe, keep practicing, I’ve got sothing to deal with.” Jian Zhongyou raised his hand to signal them to carry on, then turned and walked back to his house on the campus.
On his way back, he opened up Bai Lian’s lyrics and composition.
The first image was the lyrics.
When Jian Zhongyou looked at it, he was struck by the unusual fact that Bai Lian had not used her usual neat font. Instead, she had written with a wild and uninhibited style, as if the brushstrokes were flowing clouds and streaming water. Even though it was just an image, he could sense the unrestrained spirit of the person who penned the lyrics.
Although Jian Zhongyou was not a calligraphy student, his background in a calligraphy family ant that he naturally recognized—
This was clearly Liang style!
Who transcribed this for Bai Lian?
Jian Zhongyou marveled to himself and then focused on the content. Following the first, second, and third songs, the title of the fourth song was four characters:
“Rewriting the Past”
Seeing the roadside flowers bloom for you again
The old path of bygone days once more we tread
…
Jian Zhongyou read through to the end and his eyes rested on the last three lines—
“Sun never setting, so beautiful
In place of”
He took out his keys, unlocked the door to his room, and decided to check out Bai Lian’s song in his small recording studio. The arrangent of a song was too important. Jian Zhongyou had yet to play any of her compositions, but from the lyrics, he had an idea of the general style of the music and was afraid he might not be able to handle it.
As he looked at the last few lines, he took out his guzheng and asked Bai Lian:
[What does this an?]
Bai Lian replied swiftly: [The na sounds good, I’m thinking of snatching it for myself]
Jian Zhongyou: “…”
This child, why is there such a scent of bloodthirstiness?
Bai Lian: [What do you think? Can you arrange this song?]
This song was entirely different in style from the previous two. Jian Zhongyou looked at the lyrics and lody, feeling inspired and faintly sensing a lethal edge, a song that could possibly be “firing” in style.
Jian Zhongyou marveled at the composition and thought it deserving for a high school senior to have written.
He dared not claim that he could do a good job arranging it; this one was a bit of a challenge.
Warden Jian: [I’ll try my best.]
After trying out so sounds in the recording studio, Warden Jian went back to his room to get his laptop.
**
Far away in Jiangjing, Sister Xin received Bai Lian’s ssage.
“Warm your hands,” she passed the cup of water to Yan Lu, smiling, “I need to go back to the company to arrange your next song.”
Yan Lu exhaled a puff of white breath, “Ms. Bai writes that fast?”
Sister Xin nodded.
Not far away, an assistant with the script approached, “Yan Lu, the screenwriter wants you to take a look at the new script.”
Yan Lu gave her thanks and took the script.
Sister Xin watched the scene contentedly. Yan Lu had made a stand now, stabilized in the “Great Yong” film crew, and her acting was recognized by everyone, as the crew addressed her respectfully as “Teacher Yan Lu.”
“Okay, then. You keep reading; I’ll head back to set up the publicity campaign. By the ti you’re done shooting, it should be ti to release the new song.” Sister Xin inford Yan Lu before returning to the company, “It should be by the end of the month.”
In the past few months, Yan Lu had been focused on filming “Great Yong”, had signed a confidentiality agreent, and couldn’t reveal much inside information.
During this period, her two songs had beco incredibly popular, causing company resources to subtly favor her.
Those with potential could get access to better resources.
At Beicheng, the headquarters of Yan Lu’s company.
“Yan Lu is releasing a new song at the end of the month?” The boss, upon hearing this and looking at Sister Xin, beca even more amiable, “Great, the company will coordinate with you on everything.”
He sent Sister Xin off with a cheerful smile.
Then, back in his office, he looked at An Qi and his agent, drew a cigarette, and pondered, “An Qi, how about you change the timing of your album release? If it clashes with Yan Lu’s… ”
An Qi was a current hit singer, but his CP with Man Xi was in a precarious state.
Who could have imagined that just half a year ago, Yan Lu was just a notorious actor?
In just half a year’s ti, the hit singer An Qi had to avoid clashing with Yan Lu’s new song release.
It couldn’t be helped; Yan Lu’s first two songs were too popular, even making it onto overseas charts.
The boss’s words made An Qi’s expression grow even grimr. His agent saw this and quickly smiled at the boss, “We’ll follow the company’s arrangent.”
Once they left the office, An Qi pulled out a face mask and said coldly, “Haven’t you found out who the composer and arranger are yet?”
“Soone’s bid went up to a million and still didn’t get it,” the agent shook his head, “What do they see in Yan Lu? Wouldn’t any singer sing it better than Yan Lu with that kind of arrangent and composition?”
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