In his previous life, Wang Qian did not hesitate to abandon his family and children to escape the cage of the countryside, not returning for ten years.
However, for the rest of his life, he l...
"This is your handwriting!"
Wu Yanping recognized her immediately, saying, "Your handwriting is getting better and better."
"Take a look at this idea first and see what you think," Wang Qian urged.
"good!"
Wu Yanping began to read the script carefully.
A moment later, she beamed with delight, “Delicious Food on the Tip of the Tongue, your script is very creative. If it were to be filmed, it would definitely be a refreshing experience for the audience, and the brand name would be easy for them to remember.”
"If there are no problems, let's go to the photography studio now."
"good!"
Wu Yanping didn't delay. After changing into clothes that could cover her face, she left with Wang Qian.
On the way, Wang Qian handed another piece of paper to Wu Yanping, "What do you think?"
"What?"
Despite asking the question aloud, Wu Yanping instinctively took it.
Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but beam with joy.
"Is this a new song you wrote?"
The paper Wang Qian handed over contained a series of musical notes.
But it only has a melody, no lyrics yet.
She hummed along to the notes softly and was immediately amazed.
The melody is catchy and initially very heavy, giving a sense of depression and despair, but gradually rises in intensity, finally bursting out with a primordial momentum.
If you add suitable lyrics and appropriate musical instruments, it will definitely become a hit song.
"Aren't you going to have a solo concert in a few days?"
Wang Qian said, "Consider this a gift from me. If you like it, you can sing it at this concert, and then release a new album while you're at it, and see how it goes."