Gou Jian fell into deep thought. Did I offend someone?

Ma Xiaoshu hinted me so tactfully, it must be for my own good. He didn't tell me directly who he was, so it must be quite important and sensitive, right? So, whose forgiveness do I need?

His reverie continued, and he became more solemn, until...

Bai Xiaobao walked into the tent holding a document, and the two looked at each other.

"roll!"

"Okay~"

Gou Jian rolled away in his wheelchair.

He likes the prairie and also likes tents. There are no uphill slopes or thresholds. It is suitable for wheelchair travel and even the wheels can run over it.

Bai Xiaobao looked at Ma Xiaoshu coldly: "Did you make money?"

Ma Xiaoshu smiled: "Well, more than 30,000!"

Bai Xiaobao: "Has the song been written?"

Ma Xiaoshu was stunned: "Ah... I forgot."

Bai Xiaobao burst out angrily: "Is now the time for you to make money? Write as many songs as you can while you're in good shape. It doesn't matter whether you sing or not. It doesn't even matter whether you win this competition or not. You want to focus on it now."

Song asked your company to help you release an album as soon as possible. Don’t think that it’s a big deal just because you are popular right now. If you become famous quickly, you will lose popularity quickly. Artists without any works will easily become obsolete. The music world is very cruel..."

Ma Xiaoshu nodded repeatedly and did not dare to refute. He knew that what the teacher said was right. Only works that last long.

I was wrong, I will try again next time.

night.

The sky was full of stars. Ma Xiaoshu and Liu Zexu lay on the grassland outside the tent and looked up at the stars.

Several others were burning cow dung and grilling steamed buns not far away.

"Shu'er, how are you holding back your songs? Old Bai is right, it is most important for you to write more songs and save an album. I remember that the keyword you drew last time was loneliness. Life is lonely like snow. You should write well.

It also has a different flavor. We are lonely in the city, while our parents are busy in the countryside, ah, how ironic..."

"Brother, why don't you go in first."

Ma Xiaoshu held a piece of grass in his mouth and didn't really want to talk about life with the big brother over the white tea.

Liu Zexu stuck his tongue out: "No, I'm not...sleepy, I just want to give you some inspiration. Human beings are born lonely, and their souls are naturally lonely..."

Ma Xiaoshu: "Okay, not everyone is a jackdaw! And I have a few songs here, but they only have one or two sentences."

Liu Zexu sat up and stared with red eyes: "Huh? How many more songs? Come and listen."

Ma Xiaoshu opened his mouth and said: "Invincible is so lonely, invincible is so empty..."

"Oh! It sounds good!"

"Still picking up all the cold branches and refusing to rest, with a hint of regret, who should I miss on the lonely sandbank?"

"interesting!"

"I don't miss you because I am lonely, I just feel lonely because I miss you."

"Nice!"

"You listen to loneliness singing, softly and fiercely. The singing is so cruel that people can't help but burst into tears."

"Fuck! Isn't this song too cool?! I was worried that you couldn't write it, but in the end you were confused about which song to write? What about Versailles here with me? Go to sleep."

Yanagisaki was so shocked that he fell into the tent.

The conditions here are not as good as those in Xihai. The tents are all equipped with large tents, and five players in a group are crowded together.

Fortunately, the tent is spacious enough so you don’t need to sleep on top of each other.

Although he had just sung excerpts of four songs, Ma Xiaoshu was not proud at all. He knew his own affairs well. These phrases came to Ma Xiaoshu when he picked up the word "lonely", and they have not been used to this day.

Progress, because... no inspiration.

Although these songs are all good,... they can't be completed without inspiration.

The opening of his golden finger was not obvious and slightly random, and the song had to be triggered by inspiration. Moreover, the mysterious fog of memory from another world also made his brain difficult to use.

Even so, Ma Xiaoshu did not contact Jackdaw today because he saw in the circle of friends that he was holding a fan meeting today, so he must be very busy.

Didi didi...

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Ma Xiaoshu picked it up and saw that it was Teacher Jackdaw?

Connected.

Jackdaw held the mask and held the phone: "Ma Xiaoshu, how is your new song writing? I remember that the key word you picked is 'loneliness', have you written it out?"

Ma Xiaoshu: "No! I just have no inspiration."

Jackdaw sneered: "Hehehe...without my guidance, you are useless!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

"Why haven't you made a video call with me in the past two days?"

"Um...don't you have to travel to three cities to hold fan meetings? I'm afraid of disturbing you."

"Oh! I thought you secretly took a car and ran away to my house..."

"I'll go when it's free."

"No need! Then what... Loneliness is an emotion. Lyrics and melody are equally important. It is recommended not to write old-fashioned 4536251, as they have been written badly. If you want to innovate, hip-hop is the way to go..."

"Hey, hey, hey? Hearing what you said, I seem to have a feeling. But it's not very clear!"

Ma Xiaoshu's eyes were blurry.

Jackdaw: "Let's write a honk first. Find the emotional point and then expand it. As for chords, I suggest..."

Suddenly a female voice came from over there: "Who are you talking to at this late hour?"

Ma Xiaoshu shouted: "Hello, sister-in-law! I am Ma Xiaoshu..."

Female voice: "That bitch is here to harass you again..."

"Shut up! He just simply admires me and is obsessed with my talent. Moreover, Ma Xiaoshu is also a very talented newcomer. You go away... I want to guide Ma Xiaoshu in his creation. The future of the Chinese music world depends on us."

Jackdaw's domineering side leaks.

The woman was indeed silent and must have left.

Ma Xiaoshu exclaimed: "Ah! I have inspiration, thank you, brother! Thank you, Teacher Jackdaw! You are simply a walking library of inspiration!"

Jackdaw asked doubtfully: "Is this enough? I haven't said anything yet..."

Toot~

The other end hung up.

Jackdaw was at a loss for a while, then showed a proud smile: "As expected of me! Ma Xiaoshu, what would you do without me~"

Pulling out a box of small umbrellas, the Jackdaw went to work.

It was precisely because he was afraid that Ma Xiaoshu would interrupt his spellcasting during the communication that he took the initiative to make a video call. The guy hadn't made a video call with him for two days, and he felt scared just thinking about it.

After the video, Jackdaw felt at ease.

Ma Xiaoshu took out a small notebook and wrote a song, then took the guitar sponsored by Gou Jian, hummed it in a low voice, and then played it to Jackdaw.

It was connected, but not completely connected.

Jackdaw cut the audio call, no picture.

"Are you finished yet? I'm busy!"

"What are you busy with?"

"Well……"

"Oh, hum..."

"who?"

"Who do you care? What's wrong with you, Ma Xiaoshu?"

"I, I have written a song. I will report it to Teacher Jackdaw and I will sing it to you...∮..."

"Ah, please be gentle..."

"Shh!"

"∮...Teacher? Are you sister-in-law? Are you fighting? Don't..."

"No, I'm seeing a psychiatrist."

"Doctors can't even fight!"

"No fight! Okay, you wrote the song very well, you died."

Toot~

Looking at the dead WeChat interface, Ma Xiaoshu was deeply moved.

Mr. Jackdaw was so tired that he went to see a psychiatrist, but even so, he didn’t forget to call me and help me write songs. It was so touching!
Chapter completed!