The trainee starts by splitting bricks with bare hands

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"Thank you Han Shuai, don't worry Han Shuai, I'm still young"

"Find a comfortable environment to write by yourself, there is no need to come to the office every day."

"Okay, thank you Han Shuai!"

Han Lan handed the script back to him and stopped persuading him.

Professional matters should be left to professional people. It’s okay for Han Lan to rely on the outline of the plot in his memory to provide opinions, but if he is asked to write the script of the entire movie, it is impossible.

After all, the screenplay was never written.Whether it is past life or present.

Huo Yuanjia's prequel could not be filmed in the short term, and Han Lan did not stay with Qi Shan, and went back to the piano room to continue choosing songs.

The next album will still be a digital album, and the company will help him plan three songs.

Therefore, Han Lan had to write three new songs by herself during this time.

Chapter 0339 be sweet

The difficulty of making a digital album is indeed much less than that of a physical album. There are not many hard and fast rules for the number of songs alone.

Like a physical album, it basically contains more than a dozen songs, and an album of eight songs is already very rare.After all, there is a physical record there, so is it reasonable to burn three songs into it?

The digital album itself is based on the virtual network, so there is no need to consider how many songs an album requires, it all depends on the singer and the production company.

In the beginning, it is true that most singers continued the practice of physical albums, holding back for two or three years to collect more than a dozen songs before releasing them together.As a result, it was later discovered that the times have changed, and the update and iteration speed of the Internet information age has accelerated, and it is no longer possible to continue to operate according to the previous thinking of physical albums.

If more than a dozen songs are released together, the popularity will not last for too long. It is better to release two or three songs at a time. Not only is the price of the album cheaper, but it can also appear in front of the public more frequently, which can maintain the popularity.

Therefore, the number of songs in purely digital albums is basically not very large, and some even release an album with one song.

"What to write?"

Sitting in front of the piano, Han Lan had no thoughts.

Suddenly he remembered the method Xia Ningxuan taught him before, to determine the theme first.

Close your eyes first, and write whatever you notice first when you open your eyes.

Han Lan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she saw Fang Qiaorui running in with a smirk: "Han Shuai, I have already found out what Sister Xuan is thinking, and I can tell you responsibly, as long as this There is no mistake in the first confession, and the success rate is at least 90%! How is it? Is it serious? What are you going to reward me for lunch?"

"Confession? No, it's eating?"

Han Lan had already entered the state of copying. She didn't notice the point of Fang Qiaorui's words, and moved her fingers to play a melody from memory.

Seeing him playing the piano suddenly, Fang Qiaorui also realized that he was writing a song, so she covered her mouth and stood aside, and then listened to Han Lan singing with a smile on her face:

"I know you and I are like soy milk fritters

It tastes best when eaten together

You need my smirk, I need your hugs

That's what love needs so it won't be monotonous

"

Just humming the chorus part briefly to make the memory clearer, Han Lan stopped, picked up the notebook on the piano, and wrote down the melody and lyrics in her mind.

"OK, let's finish one song. Sister Qiaorui, what else do you like to eat besides soy milk and fried dough sticks?" Han Lan asked.

"Han Shuai, I don't like eating soy milk fritters"

"Stop talking nonsense, please answer my question directly!"

Fang Qiaorui was silent for a moment, and tried to answer: "Why don't we have fried chicken for lunch?"

"Fried chicken?" Han Lan blinked, played a melody and sang: "I am eating fried chicken in People's Square, and where are you at this moment?"

"Will the em style be too different? It's not so sweet anymore," Han Lan muttered.

"Han Shuai, are you going to write a song for me?" Fang Qiaorui came to his senses, a little surprised, thought for a while and said, "Then let's have some staple food? I like to eat lasagna!"

"Wide noodles? A big bowl of wide noodles? No, no, change."

"Do you want something sweet? Then eat sugar, em?"

"" Han Lan suddenly fell silent.

There is such a song in my memory, but I can't remember it clearly.

How do you sing it?

Han Lan thought for a while, and tried to play and sing:

"You are my heart, sweet dream, la la la la"

Sure enough, I only remember this sentence, forget it, let’s write it down first.

"Is there anything else? Eh? Wait,? Sweet?" Han Lan blinked, and before Fang Qiaorui could answer, she played and sang by herself:

"I'll take a sip of what you say you love me

Still reminiscing about the tenderness you gave

I lightly taste this fragrant temptation

I like the way you have

"

Fang Qiaorui was already dumbfounded by the side, counting with her fingers.

Then I heard Han Lan remembering and muttering: "Sweet is a little sweet? Wow, it's not mainstream."

"Han Shuai?" Fang Qiaorui didn't understand what non-mainstream he was muttering about.

Han Lan shook her head with a smile, played and sang a different melody:

"It was you who made me see a flower blooming in the dry desert

It's you that makes me want to write a love song for you every day

with the most romantic refrain

you also gently agree

The eyes are firm in our choice