The follow-up photographer was Chen Minxi’s half acquaintance, the older photography master who spoke at the hot pot restaurant last time.

After Chen Minhao nodded and said hello, he started his own creation.

The creation of a song is a process of continuous trial and error: after selecting the theme and direction of the creation, playing again and again, and modifying it again and again.

The process of song creation is like carving a piece of stone into a lifelike stone sculpture.

In the mine, the stone is selected, the stone is stripped, the outline of the stone is processed, and the overall shape and style are slowly carved. Finally, it needs to be polished by hand, and the shape and characteristics of the stone can be presented.

Although Chen Minhao already has music scores and lyrics in his heart, in order to reflect his own creative process, he had to play with a guitar, just keeping a little shadow of the song.

Seeing the sly expression of the photographer, Chen Min’s heart sneaked a smile. Fortunately, this is in the practice room. If you play in your own home, you should be disturbed by the neighbors.

Chen Minzhen grabbed his hair in an annoyed way and made a new attempt after handwriting something on the A4 white paper.

Just like this, I turned over and went back a few times, and Chen Min's hair was caught by herself into a chicken coop.

Chen Minzhen is still trying to keep on changing his scores in the hearts of the songs from time to time, and he has to sing a few words from time to time.

Just like using alcohol in the water, it is still a colorless liquid in the eyes of outsiders, but it is essentially making earth-shaking changes.

The song still sounds cluttered, but Chen Minxi knows that he is getting closer to the correct answer step by step.

The photographer and the master began to be interested in the camera and directed Chen Minjun. After a while, he set up the camera on a tripod and sat on the corner of his own.

During the filming process, he couldn't play the phone and couldn't smoke. He watched Chen Minzhen all day: watch him play with the guitar, watch him scratch his hair, watch him write on the paper, or watch him walk around on the ground.

Chen Minzhen estimated in his heart that according to his current progress, he should complete the "creation" at 10 o'clock tomorrow night.

He put the guitar into the guitar bag, put the manuscripts together, and put them away.

He picked up his guitar bag and said to the photographer's master who had already yawned on the floor: "It's hard work today."

Chen Minxi thought that there were two people in the house. The two did not say a day. If they didn’t say a word when they finally left, it would be too embarrassing.

The photographer and the teacher stunned and said: "This is very hard. I used to shoot a variety show, and I ran around with a camera of about 20 pounds a day. That was hard work."

Chen Minhao nodded and pushed the door to leave.

The photographer and the master of the camera put together the camera and hesitatedly asked: "Is the songs on TV and online fire created like this?"

Chen Mink turned his head and grinned and said: "I don't know anyone else. Anyway, I wrote it myself."

The photographer and the teacher hesitated and said: "Is it wrong? The way I listen to your songs and the songs of the fire is quite big, or you should take the vocal teachers."

Chen Minhao nodded and said: "Well, everyone's methods of creation are not the same. It is not too early today. You should go back soon."

After Chen Minxi left, he immediately felt that if the dialogue went on, he would bully the honest man.

Chen Minhao returned to the dormitory. He just put the guitar down. Lin Xiuzhen stepped forward and whispered in Chen Min's ear but said with excitement: "Have you heard that? Xiao Jing and Zeng Shiqing got rid of this afternoon."

"What are they doing?" Chen Minyi put down his guitar and went to the bathroom to wash his face.

"How is your creation?" Chen Minxi rubbed his face with a towel and heard Lin Xiuzhen ask.

"That's good, how about you? How is the song practiced?"

"There are two people in the dormitory now, how do you still install here with me." Lin Xiuyu said that he had turned his eyes.

Chen Minxi reveals a confused expression: "What are you talking about?"

"I have listened to other trainees. When they are bored in the afternoon, they stand at the door of your practice room for a while. They say that your songs are hard to hear, and they also said that listening to Xiao Jing's songs feels good. ”

Chen Minhao looked at the mirror of the dormitory and straightened out the upturned hair. He said, "They are so busy, are you so busy? Don't worry, there are counts in the creation."

"Dare to really love it is the old saying, the emperor is not in a hurry. You love it? No matter what you are."

"What's wrong, are you really angry? How come the northeast taste is brought out? Is it in your heart, is that kind of mental retardation that I support for my face? Rest assured, my heart is really counted, and I perform Hey, aren't you just in the right place?"

"Sorry, I want to beat you righteously?"

"Then you have to work hard, and paying attention to these gossips every day can't beat me."

..........

The next morning, when Chen Min was at 8 o'clock in the practice room, he found that the photographer's master had been waiting inside.

Chen Minxi’s performance today was more violent than yesterday. The manuscripts that were written were occasionally smashed by Chen Min and thrown into the trash.

By 6 pm, Chen Min's hairstyle had been caught by himself.

Chen Minjun put all the manuscripts of the two days together and made them into a large group and threw them into the trash can.

He held the guitar to the roof of the building.

The photographer, the master, picked up the camera and followed it in a few quick steps.

The photographer's master saw through the lens: the handsome boy is handsome and slender, and the teenager is singing again and again. In the distance, the sun sets, and the boy is bathed in the glory of the afterglow.

This picture is very beautiful, the photographer and the master think of the dream of the photographer when he was young. He only hates why he has no camera in his hand.

The young boy sang again and again, singing from the setting sun, singing to the setting sun, and then singing to the branches of the moon.

The voice of the teenager sang a little hoarse, but the song seemed to finally reach the level of satisfaction for the teenager.

Chen Minhao put away the guitar and said to the cameraman's master: "I have worked hard for you today, and I have been feeding mosquitoes for so long."

The voice of the cameraman’s master even whimpered and said: “People are most afraid of suddenly understanding a song in this life.”

The atmosphere is so awkward, Chen Minxi does not know how to open.

He thought, people for a lifetime, most afraid of honest people suddenly picked up the literary fan.

Chen Minxi returned to the dormitory. He took a sigh of relief and performed for almost 2 days. He was really tired.

Music scores and lyrics, Chen Minzhen has in mind, the so-called creation is just his external performance.

The performances are all for the story.

People worship a person often not because of how many achievements this person has achieved. What makes people worship is often the story behind this person: starting from scratch, after some setbacks, the ultimate achievement of great cause; being physically and mentally strong, tenacious and finally becoming an industry everyone; paying for life, not asking for returns, etc.

Since people like to read stories, let them see their own hard work and see their own struggles and attempts in the creative process.

.........

Time soon arrived at the day with makeup rehearsal.

After the performance of Chen Min's rehearsal performance, he took a guitar and bowed deeply to the staff and trainees under the stage.

Music exists beyond age, gender, country and race.

A good enough song can catch the attention of all the audience in the moment of opening, and can also provoke the audience's emotions and sorrows in a short three or four minutes.

The undergraduate trainees and the staff were silent, and no one spoke. They were either slightly stunned or reddish in their eyes, and they were brought into a sigh of emotion by Chen Minjun’s self-song.

Because of the rumors that have been circulating between the trainees in the past few days: Chen Minjun’s new song is very difficult to listen to, so many trainees are taking a look at jokes to see Chen Min’s rehearsal. However, I did not expect that Chen Minxi’s performance completely exceeded everyone’s expectations, so no one even spoke at a time.

After Chen Minzhen stepped down, the trainees who were preparing for the stage were watching him without exception. The envy and hatred of the heart was completely unmasked.

The vocal tutor Hou Fujin stunned for a minute like a magical obstacle.

He told the director of the side program: "I want to see the process of creating this song. The program group should have a video."

After Zhang saw the staff next to him nod to him, he said to Hou Fujin: "Let's go to the editing room together. The original film can't be brought out."

The two watched Chen Minjun's creative video with fast forward and skip, but it was already a little after the reading.

The director of the program group took a deep breath and asked: "Do you do music creation like this?"

Hou Fujin looked at himself and Zhang Zhi’s ashtray filled with cigarette butts and sighed and said: "Yes, but it is not. My own creation is indeed like him constantly trying to make mistakes, but you know? This little rabbit scorpion test The feeling of giving me the wrong time is that the direction is particularly clear, and I feel that every attempt is close to the final result."

Hou Fuji said that Zhang Dao’s face was arrogant. He wanted to cross the mountain like a mountain. He continued to open his mouth and added: “It’s like a stone sculpture. When the little rabbit scorpion is carving, it seems that the stone carving is already inside the stone. What he did is to take this stone sculpture from Take out the stone. This **** is the talent for creation."

"Gifts." Director Zhang said with a sigh.

When he finished, he touched his stomach and asked, "Would you like to eat late at night?"

"Get up. Let's have a few drinks together."

"Right, what is this song called, Chen Minxi did not say in the video and rehearsal."

"This little rabbit scorpion seems to have really said nothing. You are not the director of the program group, you don't know?"

"Brother, you don't be a director. You don't know. There are so many directors. I can't cover everything. I will ask my staff below tomorrow."

"It's not easy."

"Forget it, don't say this, let's go to the crayfish beer."

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