Flammable and explosive.

The song title sounds like a very restless song, and it is not against the title of a rap song.

"Not rap? Is that rock?" Zhang Yiman asked.

"It doesn't count." Han Jue thought for a while and said.

Chen Li's music style is too difficult to define. It can be said that it has its own style and belongs to the kind that does not need to be explained and classified.

Han Jue wrote the lyrics and pondered for a moment from time to time. Because the original interpretation is different from the present, some lyrics need to be pondered, and some lyrics with vague memories need to be created secondary.

The cameraman came to Han Jue and Zhang Yiman and pointed the camera at them.

Han Jue was right in front of the camera, sitting in a straight posture, like a non-reflective porcelain bottle, warm and quiet. His right hand wrote beautiful calligraphy like flowing water, and a strand of hair bent down and drooped quietly on his forehead.

Zhang Yiman sat next to him and pursed his lips, looking at the focused Han Jue for a while, and then looking at the paper in front of Han Jue for a while. The distance was very close.

Zhang Yiman held Han Jue's shoulder with one hand, and his face was against Han Jue's arm without a pen. He looked like an intriguing kitten, with surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

The producer of Aidu was very eye-catching and did not disturb him. The cameraman saw him pitiful and occasionally gave the camera to him. The producer put his hands on his chest and looked at Zhang Yiman and the others with a smile.

The director was so sorry for his girlish heart that the director didn't do some articles. So the program team took advantage of the situation and stuffed two red glows on Zhang Yiman's cheeks, covering the surroundings with pink clouds, regardless of where the two protagonists were thinking. In short, they forced the candy.

While Han Jue was writing, the complete effect of the finished song was already ringing in his head, as if this unique song could not wait to appear in this world.

So when writing the lyrics, it is very rhythmic, with little by little.

In the eyes of Zhang Yiman and his fans, what is this?

Inspiration is like a spring.

And in the eyes of Han Hei, who has refused to admit that Han Jue has creative ability, Han Jue is definitely [into the play].

Tsk tsk tsk, the performance template is a talented lyricist, right? You don’t have to worry about getting rid of the ball when you take such a big step.

Han Jue quickly wrote it and held it in his hand and looked at it with satisfaction.

Han Jue finished writing and smelled the faint fragrance from beside him. When he turned around, he realized that the silly girl was so close to him.

He watched the silly girl pressing her half of her body, indulging in the score, muttering something in his mouth, without even realizing how ambiguous the posture was.

So he calmly put the paper on the table, then slowly pressed the lyrics, and moved diagonally upwards on the table to the top of the silly girl. Zhang Yiman was like a cat attracted by infrared rays, chasing the paper, stretching his neck, letting go of his hand, locking the paper, and swooping.

"This song is so good, I like it very much." Zhang Yiman said with a paper, his eyes bright.

"Yes." Han Jue stretched his waist, as if the person who had been at his desk for a few days had finally completed a masterpiece.

"I like this song so much!" Zhang Yiman repeated again.

"Thank you." Han Jue nodded calmly.

Zhang Yiman's eyes rolled, and simply held the paper in his arms, looked at Han Jue with watery eyes and said, "Ah! I like it so much!"

"I know you have a good vision." Han Jue was unmoved.

When Zhang Yiman saw this stupid uncle being stupid, she was so angry that her face was bulging and stopped talking. She just looked at Han Jue and was in a stalemate.

Han Jue deliberately disliked Zhang Yiman, turned sideways, and drank water on his own.

When Zhang Yiman saw Han Jue drinking water, he didn't know what he thought of, so he quietly unscrewed a bottle of water, and then rushed over and clinked the glass with Han Jue without any effort, and said quickly: "Uncle, sing this song for me!"

"Ka." The plastic bottles of mineral water collided violently, causing deformation and distortion.

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" Han Jue was drinking when the silly girl suddenly bumped into her and the water poured into Han Jue's nose.

Zhang Yiman knew that he had caused trouble and quickly patted Han Jue on the back.

After Han Jue recovered, he looked at Zhang Yiman helplessly.

"Although the process is not perfect, the ending is good." Zhang Yiman smiled embarrassedly.

Han Jue clenched his trembling fists.

Of course he knows what silly girl means.

Singers have two pursuits: one is good songs and the other is soulmates.

It is normal for Zhang Yiman to like this song "Flame-inflammable and Explosive".

The original song was originally a female voice, and it was not considered burying for Zhang Yiman to sing. Han Jue originally had this intention, but he just wanted to tease the silly girl, but it turned out that he forgot that the little animal was just indifferent.

Eat the fruits of oneself.

"Okay, okay, I'll sing for you later." Han Jue kneaded the napkin and paper balls, looked at the stubborn gaze of the silly girl, and had the idea of ​​fighting a protracted war if she didn't agree, so Han Jue had no choice but to agree.

"What other instruments do you know besides the piano? Can the violin be?" Han Jue stood up and walked towards the producer.

"I can! I can do violin, cello, piano, harmonica, guitar..." After hearing this song, Zhang Yiman excitedly told all the instruments he knew as if he was reporting his resume.

"Okay, OK, enough, enough." Han Jue also admired that the silly girl could have a wide variety of instruments. If you don't stop it, maybe there will be instruments such as quick-pin and triangle bells behind it.

The producer is very happy that he has not been forgotten by Han Jue and the others.

The three of them began to discuss the production of the song, but Han Jue only made suggestions this time and did not make any decisions.

Finally, it was agreed that the accompaniment was mainly electronic music, violin, supplemented by piano, and drum beats. These were recorded by Zhang Yiman and the producers. The real recording process was quite long, but it would take a while to cut it out.

The production process of "Flame-inflammable and Explosive" is not as serious as the production of "That Woman" and has clear purpose. Because Han Jue's arrangement level is not that high, the arrangement structure framework required for a popular song must be brought to the professional.

Previously, he acted as a producer who was silently a passerby, and his presence was finally reflected in this song. Although it was just some shots, the producer's energetic face and professional words still let the audience know that this was not something that was eaten and missed. Otherwise, the audience would think that the song was made like Han Jue, and it would be done with one left and right. It would be very simple.

When the audience saw this, they found that Han Jue was not as "arbitrary" or "confident" as before, and did not pass everything once again, so Han Hei on the Internet shouted again. Although Han Hei was less spoken than not long ago, those who could stay and continue to fight were all the elites among Han Hei.

Han Jue’s fans are worried about seeing Han Jue becoming a background board, and they only say a word occasionally. Because pop songs are different from rap, it is easy to judge whether the song is grasped by the ears, and the lyrics must also be concise and refined. If Han Jue makes a mediocre pop work in normal times, it is still a topic, but now in this occasion, the previous song "That Woman" raises the audience's expectations, then mediocrity is wrong.

So although Han Jue also wanted to hear Zhang Yiman sing this song, it was better for him to sing this song himself for the first time, and he wanted to express something in this way.

The original song is Chen Li's statement and expression of the pain between emotions, but Han Jue intends to take advantage of the issue. Although these people on the Internet attacked their predecessors, it can be said that the person Han Jue knows best in this world, or the first friend in this world, is his predecessor. His predecessor has a bad brain and a stupid mouth, so he thinks he needs to say something for his predecessors.

Han Jue walked into the recording studio with the lyrics.

Unlike in the past, he had to brew for a long time before opening his mouth, this time Han Jue recited the microphone and practiced alone in the corner of the recording studio for a while, then walked back to the front of the microphone, took a breath, and signaled to the outside that he was ready.

Zhang Yiman faced Han Jue with his fist outside the glass and pumped his energy.

The audience also saw whether Han Juejing was turning his head up in this battle or completely blew up his face.

The producer pressed the button.

The recording studio rang out a treacherous prelude of electronic music, which was deserted and dangerous, attracting attention.

A few seconds later, when the violin sounded, Han Jue also came to the microphone and spoke:

[I hope I am crazy and hope that I will not live alone, I think I am cold and beautiful, I think I am frivolous and cheap

I want my sunshine and my charm to not shake, I play with my laughter and crying, and my heart is like a dead tree]

...

Han Jue's singing style is gorgeous and playful.

This song adopts a string structure framework, in which the violin replaces the drum beats, pulling out rhythmic sound wave patterns one after another. The lyrics in it calmly take a cruel thing to the sun.

[Give me a dream and a gift to me to wake up soon, sleep with me and waste my time without compassion

Love me purely and love me naked, watch me play and sing myself and see me heartbroken]

...

Han Jue's voice felt helpless, like the repetition and impermanence given to the people around him, which finally forced him to the brink of collapse. It is ironic to count these pasts that were taken and asked for.

After the first interlude, Han Jue pushed forward with a vocal, and then added drum beats.

After the second interlude, a piano was added, and the piano was winding into a rushing stream, enriching the relatively single singing style.

【Sexy for me and lost my eyes for me, I can't imagine my love and my eyes are ecstasy

Eloped with me and became a traitor with me. I praised me for being in bud and I still want to be released. I want to be more obvious]

...

Han Jue opened his eyes and looked at the camera in front of him, looking straight through the screen at millions of people.

Weng Nanxi's face felt a scorching heat.

【Please be charming and also ask me to be erotic, it looks like I am infuriating and hypoxia

I am beautiful and fascinated by my greed. I blame me for being worried about being a hundred years old and I am only crying.

complete.

Although there is no blame or complaint in the entire song "Flame-inflammable and Explosive", the lyrics with a very conflicting feeling before and after the whole article, combined with Han Jue's progressive emotional outburst, make people laugh and mock the recent events, which sounds refreshing.

At the same time, people even feel that they hear Han Jue want to say: Even if he is used, insulted, or trampled, he will not be knocked down and crushed.

Whether I like this song or don't like it, there is no doubt that this song is impressive.

“Wow!~”

After Han Jue came out, Zhang Yiman came up with applause.

Just now, she listened to Han Jue's singing style and imagined her singing like that. Then she knew that breathing in this song was a difficult point, with many lyrics and short pauses, and it was easy to get a car accident on the spot. However, Han Jue sang very thoroughly and could praise her as a pioneering disciple. Her singing skills have made great progress, and it is not in vain that she occasionally gave remote lectures by phone.

Han Jue felt very happy after singing, and he thought it was quite interesting, but of course the premise was to have a good voice.

When he saw the silly girl who was eager to try, he blinked at Zhang Yiman and smiled and said, "Do you want to go in and try it?"

Zhang Yiman nodded like pounding garlic, with a bright smile. He immediately ran to the side and threw down his coat, rolled up his cuffs, and entered with great fighting spirit.

Through the glass, Han Jue and Zhang Yiman looked at each other and smiled.

Han Jue was not worried about whether Zhang Yiman could sing well, he just looked forward to what kind of new life this song could bloom.
Chapter completed!