Song Yining, who was probably standing outside the lively circle, took another look and realized that her senior brother was looking at her when he spoke, so she made a half-nod gesture of confirmation and stepped forward.

Song Yining's popularity is very good. Most of the people who originally wanted to give Yang Jingxing a little more face turned around and expressed concern. What are you doing? Going to 402? What are you holding? Obviously, they are afraid that their classmates will encounter bad people and bad things.

Yang Jingxing quickly grasped the few people who had not abandoned him: "Let's talk about song creation."

Everyone listened clearly, that's it, it wasn't exciting at all, and the atmosphere seemed to have cooled down a lot. However, one boy still nodded to the senior brother: "Her song is unique. I heard it once on New Year's Day last year."

A girl over there tried to hold Song Yining's arm and put her head forward to show her sincerity: "Congratulations, senior sister."

Another gentle suggestion: "Please have dinner, Song Yining."

Song Yining did not express her position, nor did she smile too obviously, nor did she get too close to Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing also wanted to say hello to his English teacher who had taught him for two years: "Teacher Ma, Teacher Chen."

Teacher Ma, who is considered a young beauty, is relatively friendly to students. She has even accepted treats from students' parents. Now that she is a colleague, she walked over and asked in surprise: "Are there any lectures?"

Yang Jingxing smiled and shook his head: "No, let's chat."

Teacher Chen, who teaches introduction to art, is considered an elder, but she is not familiar with Yang Jingxing, who has not taken classes since her junior year. She continued chatting with Teacher Ma: "What a coincidence! The class just taught about aesthetic understanding and aesthetic pleasure. I said that the students should listen to Yang Jingxing.

The director's performance is different from Chen Yu, Qin Mengli's perception. They will be many times more shocked than you, because they have a more personal understanding of how much effort there is to achieve after reaching such a height."

Teacher Ma smiled dryly and nodded: "Yes."

Yang Jingxing couldn't continue talking: "Thank you, Teacher Chen, for your encouragement. I won't delay your lunch break..."

Song Yining went upstairs two steps behind Yang Jingxing and reached the second floor. The senior brother turned around to find something to say: "Have you had lunch?"

Junior sister raised her face and nodded.

No one followed, so Yang Jingxing began to lie to the little girl: "I think one of your great strengths is that you know what kind of songs you want to write and your strengths, but this direction may be too clear or too concentrated.

There are disadvantages..."

Classroom 402 seemed to have not been ventilated for a long time. Yang Jingxing opened the window himself, but he was a little pretentious: "Get your own chair."

Song Yining had to hold the back of the chair with both hands, raised it two steps and asked: "Can I record?" It seemed that if she was denied, she would immediately put it down and leave.

"Okay." Yang Jingxing sat down and flipped up the keyboard cover. When the junior sister put down her chair about a meter away to the right of the piano bench and took out the recorder, he asked for trouble again: "Bring me a music stand."

Song Yining went to move the music stand again, looked at it and decided to put it on the right outer edge of the keyboard.

Yang Jingxing pointed to the back between the two of them: "It's better here, put your pen there."

Song Yining moved her seat again, opened the recorder, checked it, put it on the shelf, checked again, and then returned to her seat.

Yang Jingxing was concerned: "Is it hot?" The junior sister's bangs were all in locks.

Song Yining shook her head: "I sweat easily." When passing the document bag, she wiped it hard on her pants with her left and right hands. The light blue jeans showed that her hands were quite sweaty.

Yang Jingxing still looked less at other people's legs and didn't ask to take off their clothes. He started to communicate: "Creation is a personal matter. Let me tell you my opinion as a reader. From the works you gave me, I can see your exploration and grasp of your own style.

When you grow up and mature, I guess my classmates and friends will say that the songs are very distinctive or special, but there may not be many who like it very much. Of course, you may not need others to like it, but what I want to say is other people’s affirmation and your own.

The pursuit does not necessarily conflict, or I can explore the reasons why this kind of thing does not surprise the audience, and see if you reject it or accept it, and why."

Song Yining seemed to think carefully before nodding and wiping her sweaty hands.

"Take "You'll Understand Once You Listen" as an example." Yang Jingxing raised his hand and started playing, and he was still in tune with it.

Song Yining did not praise and thank her senior brother for his familiarity with her songs, but just listened quietly.

"Attention..." Yang Jingxing reminded: "These two sentences." He repeated them.

Song Yining nodded to show her attention.

"Try to change the context." Yang Jingxing came here and played very casually this time. After playing with it for a while, he suddenly connected to Song Yining's two melodies. There was no change in the rhythm and intensity, but he just wanted to ask: "Is there any

no the same?"

It's too simple. Song Yining is also an academic. She blinked and nodded confidently: "The foreshadowing in the front makes the melody sound more... sharp."

Yang Jingxing was very satisfied: "So you don't know your own highlights or you don't like to deliberately highlight them?"

Song Yining hesitated for a moment: "It's not... I'm not like you. I've tried a lot, but it's too difficult to make it logical and self-contained."

"Okay, we have saved time." Yang Jingxing was pleasantly surprised: "I don't want to use the old method and pay back the money."

I couldn’t find the language style that you thought was most suitable to tell the story, so I just wrote the whole poem without the story.”

Song Yining glared seriously and nodded.

"Guidance and foreshadowing, foil and foil are all different." Yang Jingxing stopped guiding: "There are many methods, including flashbacks and narration. The language style you care about most should be the musical style. Ideally, it should be based on these factors.

What affects or determines it, especially the lyrics. Let’s pick out a few lines from a song and take a look at it together..."

Song Yining's dozen or so songs should be the result of her many years, and the degree of completion is not low. But when it comes to the self-righteous Yang Jingxing, he can dismantle everything and find a new way. He has many ways.

The junior sister didn't know whether she was born not to talk or was a victim of shock. Anyway, she didn't object to anything her senior brother said, and let Yang Jing do whatever he wanted. However, it saved time, so Yang Jingxing kept talking and playing, and

I'm not afraid that junior sister can't hear clearly, I'm recording the audio anyway.

What I'm talking about is choosing a few lines from each song and reading them, but this 402 seems to have regained the feeling of the night watchman in the North Tower. It's a continuous process, and it was only after a systematic and comprehensive analysis of the two songs.

: "Okay, let's have class in the afternoon? There are many ideas and methods. You need to be able to change your thinking and identify them, and you also need to strengthen your study. There is no such thing as a conventional method. It just depends on how you use it. Please turn off the pen."

Song Yining's legs seemed to be numb. She stood up slowly and took the recorder, but she still politely said: "Thank you."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Let's go...just leave it here."

Song Yining hesitated for a moment before putting down the music stand, because the senior brother was about to open the door and seemed to hurry up.

As soon as Yang Jingxing opened the door, he found that it was not popular anymore. There were only one man and three women in the corridor, and the man was Li Shuyu, a junior fellow in the composition department, who was friendly and supportive.

A girl met Song Yining who asked for a treat when she came here before. She was even more enthusiastic: "So long? Wait, what is the history of music?"

Another girl also looked behind Yang Jingxing, with an expression of inquiry and concern, like a friend.

Li Shuyu paid attention to Yang Jingxing: "I heard Yang Sai said you are here."

Yang Jingxing nodded enthusiastically: "Do you know me?"

"We know you." Li Shuyu smiled at Song Yining: "Sister."

Song Yining can smile. Although her upper lip is pulled open and a lot of her gums are exposed, she is not ugly.

The violinist Gong Shangyu, who was relatively familiar with Yang Jingxing, was originally standing a little further away, as if he was watching the fun. Now his face was affected by the smile of the senior sister. He took two steps closer and said hello: "Senior brother."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay, you guys chat, I'm in a hurry and leave first." It was almost half past one.

"I'll see you off." Li Shuyu followed: "Senior brother, were you eating in the cafeteria before?"

Although Yang Jingxing walked quickly, his junior brother could keep up with him. During the few minutes' walk, he mainly talked about the Composition Department's visit to Curtis. Li Shuyu seemed to be afraid that his senior brother would not have channels to know some details, so he tried his best to describe it accurately. However, Yang Jingxing seemed to have nothing to do with it.

I don’t have any opinions on my interests, let alone what other people are like, I just laugh at the legend I have become.

After arriving at Hongxing, Yang Jingxing became very interested again when he heard Zhou Shenjian talk about the cheating incident of a big star that caused a lot of noise in the past two days. He really didn't know what the inside story was.

In fact, all the directors knew that Yang Jingxing was here to inspect the work today, so they gathered most of them intentionally or unintentionally to discuss how to do the best possible job in promoting the release of "An Yi". At this time, everything was revealed. In fact,

You don’t necessarily have to have a large budget. If you don’t have money, there are ways to do it.

Sun Yunhong also wants to be a guest manager, or an agency is fine. No commission is required, just a drink. Yang Jingxing is afraid that Chenglu and the others won't be able to receive decent endorsements in a short time, but they can't lose Director Sun's face. It depends on the situation.

Let’s talk again.

It was rare for Zhang Yingyi to first pay attention to Fu Feirong's situation and then report to Director Yang about the marketing department. He thought carefully about what the director asked him to decide, and he basically had a clear idea of ​​what the director asked him to plan. The director's annual salary is really

It's easy to hold. Just be able to nod and say yes.

After staying in Hongxing for two hours, Yang Jingxing had to rush to Eyang. On the way, he received a call from his father. Perhaps Yang Chengyi was afraid of scaring his son, so he said a few polite words before talking slowly: "Have you heard about Xu Wei's father?

without?"

Yang Jingxing could feel it a little bit: "What happened?"

"I was taken away by the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection in the afternoon to assist in the investigation." Yang Chengyi said a little seriously: "It was quite sudden. There is no news from the county."

Yang Jingxing's first thought was: "Xu Wei will be interviewed by the civil servants soon."

"Yes." Yang Chengyi had already begun to regret: "So about this matter..."

Yang Jingxing was inexperienced: "Are you assisting in the investigation or is there a problem?"

Yang Chengyi found it difficult to say: "Uncle Xu..."

Xu Wei's father, Xu Jianqing, is not very kind to his son or younger generation, at least not as approachable as Zhang Xuguo and Lu Fengren, so the Jiuchun Gang usually doesn't make jokes about Xu Wei, not to mention that the elders are at work or even have illegitimate children.

There are some rumors in life, and the best way is to keep silent. However, Yang Chengyi believes that "Uncle Xu" is not a bad person. When they first became cadres, many things were due to the factors of the times. Unfortunately, they are not young now, and the rumors that were circulated back then were

It is said that you can retire safely after moving from county organization director to the CPPCC.

What many people don't know well is that Xu Wei is Xu Jianqing's second marriage, but he seems to have no children from his first marriage. Different from Xu Jianqing's reputation, not only do friends think Xu Wei's mother is very nice and kind, Yang Chengyi also thinks that this unsociable mother

The wife of a low-key official had a high opinion, so she told Yang Jingxing that no matter what, men should put filial piety first, and Xu Wei should shoulder family responsibilities, and whether he was a public servant or not was not worth mentioning.

Too lazy to listen to his father's long-winded sighs, Yang Jingxing hurriedly called Lu Lin and called twice before getting through. However, after hearing the news about Yang Jingxing, Lu Lin didn't care about the meeting anymore and quickly went to his family to confirm and arranged for Yang Jingxing to contact Zhang Yang.

The phone calls came and went, and it didn't take long after Yang Jingxing arrived at the company and sat in a cubicle that he basically confirmed that Xu Jianqing actually didn't have any major financial problems. It was just bad luck that the person above him collapsed in the city.

Pull out the radish and bring out the mud.

What friends are worried about is whether Xu Wei knows about the situation, and what should he do if he finds out sooner or later? Or Lu Lin is responsible, and he will call Xu Wei right now.
To be continued...