Chapter 060 Improvisation
The clock moved quietly. Lin Chiran thought for a moment and said, "Chairman Xu Sheng is my grandfather."
Wu Wen thought for a moment that he was hallucinating, and repeated subconsciously: "Chairman?"
"Yes." Lin Chiran nodded.
It was like dropping a bomb on the calm water. Wu Wenru woke up from his dream with a look of shock on his face.
"Brother Lin, are you talking about the famous Mr. Xu?" Wu Wen couldn't believe it and tried hard to digest the meaning of Lin Chiran's words.
His maternal grandfather was Xu Sheng, the chairman of Shenghuang... As far as he knew, Mr. Xu had only one daughter, who had worked as an A&R and agent at Shenghuang, and he remembered that the lady was named Xu Wanqing, who passed away many years ago.
Wu Wen suddenly thought of some old news: "The deceased singing king Lin Jing..."
"It's my father." Lin Chiran looked calm.
"Sorry..." Wu Wen never thought that he would get such an answer. While he was surprised, an indescribable feeling rose from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Lin chose this line of work... because of them?"
Lin Chiran was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect Wu Wen to pay more attention to this issue. He murmured, "It used to be like this." He smiled softly and said, "But I keep insisting on it, maybe because I like it."
Wu Wen couldn't describe his current mood. On the one hand, he was shocked by Lin Chiran's identity, and on the other hand, he inevitably thought of the old news about Lin Jing and Xu Wanqing.
To this day, many fans still miss Lin Jing. When mentioning him, they have to talk about the stage accident. God is jealous of his talent. The musician who just won the Best Male Singer award passed away just now.
At that time, Xu Wanqing was Lin Jing's manager. The information revealed at the scene of the accident pointed everything to Xu Wanqing, and became the outlet for everyone's emotions. All the accusations and inexplicable hatred were placed on her...
Calculating the time, Lin Chiran was just a child when the incident happened. Wu Wen didn't want to expose his wounds, so he stopped asking.
Lin Chi Ran was very calm and continued, "This time the company stepped in to solve the problem. It was my suggestion, but there were other considerations as well. You don't need to pay attention to those gossips."
Honeydew Channel's attitude towards cooperation has become increasingly casual in recent years, which has led to a series of accidents. Shenghuang's move also serves as a warning.
"If you encounter a similar situation again, even if it will cause unpleasantness with the other party, you must protect the members first." Lin Chiran finally reminded.
Wu Wen responded seriously and asked, "Is there anything else that needs to be arranged for the members?"
Lin Chi Ran thought for a moment: "During this time, I will finish composing and arranging the second single. The recording will be put on schedule soon. Other things that are not urgent will be put aside for now."
While the two were talking, the members in the practice room were also thinking about it, but seemed to be at a stalemate.
"Friendship Theme..." Jingxing muttered to himself, pressed several melodies in succession, and shook his head frequently, seeming not very satisfied.
Ji Qifeng was holding his guitar and thinking hard, and he was also stuck in a dilemma.
An Juesui sat behind the drum, looking at Jingxing and Ji Qifeng from time to time, playing the bass drum in boredom, not attracting their attention. Unable to bear the two men's appearance like old monks in meditation, he asked, "What are we doing now?"
Jiang Hechu leaned back in his chair and relaxed. He fiddled with his long bangs from time to time, as if it was time for a trim. He said leisurely, "Conceiving a new song."
The drumstick was spinning in An Juesui's hand, and his tone was a little doubtful: "That's the idea... don't we need to communicate?"
Chen Xun also felt like something was missing. He was not in charge of the instrument and suddenly had nothing to do. He wanted to find something he could do. He looked up at the opposite side: "Jingxing?"
Jingxing was still immersed in his own world, his fingers constantly pressing and lifting on the keyboard, completely unaware of what everyone was talking about.
Shen Xun was helpless and looked to the other side: "Ji Qifeng?"
Ji Qifeng quickly came back to his senses: "What's wrong, Captain?"
"Do you have any ideas? Do you want to discuss it with us?" Shen Xun asked.
Ji Qifeng was silent for a moment: "Not yet." He always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
But An Juesui couldn't stand it anymore. The cymbals kept ringing and finally he dragged Jingxing back from some alien world.
Jingxing was startled by a series of noises. He looked up and found everyone was looking at him. Then he realized something and touched his head and said embarrassedly, "I can't hear the sounds around me when I'm composing. Did I say anything just now?" He usually composes alone and is used to a quiet and independent space. He was a little uncomfortable with suddenly being with the members.
Shen Xun repeated what he just said.
Jing Xing pondered: "I have some ideas, but they are not complete yet."
"Then let's discuss it!" An Juesui's eyes sparkled. He really liked the feeling of getting together with the members to discuss.
"Well... let's start with the theme! What's relevant about friendship..." An Juesui racked his brains, trying to find something to explore.
“Brother Lin said it could be tolerance,” Shen Xun reminded.
"Tolerance..." Ji Qifeng muttered this word silently, thinking that it really made sense. He turned around and looked at An Juesui who was patting his cheeks continuously, as if he could get inspiration this way.
An Juesui noticed that Ji Qifeng seemed to be looking at him with strange eyes. He sat up straight and blurted out: "Huh? What's wrong, Qifeng?"
Ji Qifeng shook his head gently: "It's okay."
Most of the members were composing for the first time, and the more experienced Jingxing had not yet grasped the idea and was deep in thought for a while.
Jiang Hechu couldn't help but yawn and suggested, "How about Jingxing, you play a few melodies first, and then we can think about it together based on this."
This is a feasible idea. Jingxing nodded: "Then I'll play a short piece first." His fingers were placed on the keys, and the melodious main melody floated out.
"Do you feel like something is missing?" Jingxing asked after playing a piece.
Ji Qifeng thought about it. This was similar to the style he was considering, and the question was also similar: "Will it be too soft?"
Jingxing agreed: "I think so too, so I haven't decided yet."
"But Brother Lin's suggestion is to be tolerant, which seems quite appropriate." An Juesui tilted his head slightly and looked at Chen Xun: "Captain, what do you think?"
Shen Xun spoke the truth: "It fits the theme, but it's not very eye-catching."
Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "Yes, that's the feeling, it's too ordinary."
"What else is there about friendship..." An Juesui muttered softly and rubbed his forehead. He caught a glimpse of Jiang Hechu who was looking leisurely and contented.
An Juesui deliberately pouted and said to him, "He Chu, He Chu! Tell me, what friendship is there?" He pointed a finger at himself, as if waiting for praise.
Jiang Hechu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly said, "Bad friend."
"Ah?" An Juesui flattened his lips, and pointed at Jiang Hechu with trembling hands: "Hechu...you you you..." His innocent eyes were full of grievance, "You actually said that I am a bad friend!"
Jiang Hechu's evil intentions were satisfied, and he raised the corner of his mouth: "Who said anything about you."
"Hmm? Then what did you say?" If Jiang Hechu's explanation was reasonable, An Juesui could forgive him.
"Aren't you asking about our friendship?" Jiang Hechu picked up the bass on the stand beside him and adjusted the strap.
It seems so. An Juesui blinked and said, "Bad friends... But didn't Brother Lin say tolerance? The meaning is quite different."
"Evil friends can also be tolerated." Although he was unwilling to admit it, Jiang Hechu said faintly.
"Indeed." Shen Xun watched the two of them interacting with each other and agreed with this idea.
Jingxing's eyes lit up: "This is even more interesting!" He was suddenly filled with enthusiasm again. He was about to plunge into some unknown alien world and immerse himself in studying it alone.
"Wait." Jiang Hechu stopped Jingxing: "Let's try another way."
Jingxing paused and looked at him inquiringly.
"Since you brought us to the rehearsal room, we can't waste it." Jiang Hechu looked around: "Jingxing, can you improvise a melody of a similar style?"
Jingxing answered with action. Unlike the soft melody just now, this time the melody was lively and jumping, revealing a hint of mischief.
Seeing him start to play, Jiang Hechu also put on the adjusted bass, plucked the strings, and began to improvise along with Jingxing's melody.
The bass had a low, yet unstructured tone, as if it was fighting with the keyboard. Jingxing's eyes widened slightly when he heard it.
Ji Qifeng was very interested when he saw this. He took advantage of a gap and played his guitar which was no less impressive than the other two's piano music.
"Hey, wait for me!" An Juesui complained with a smile, and the clean and neat drumbeats filled in, stabilizing the overall rhythm. He said to Chen Xun, "Captain, you come too, just hum any melody!"
Chen Xun smiled as he watched everyone enjoying themselves. He retracted the microphone cord, closed his eyes, swayed his body slightly to the music, and hummed a free and casual melody.
This was the scene that Wu Wen and Lin Chiran saw when they came over again.
Lin Chiran's eyes were full of appreciation. The members really understood the purpose of bringing them to the practice room, and it seemed that they found something else than he expected.
After the performance, Shen Xun opened his eyes and saw Lin Chiran and Wu Wen not far away, his face slightly flushed.
Lin Chiran greeted the members with a smile and praised them: "It looks like good progress. Any new ideas?" He heard something different in the music.
"Friendship can also be bad friendship." Jiang Hechu said frankly: "This theme can be expressed very well in an improvisational way."
"For example?" Lin Chiran was very interested. The idea of bad friends was more distinct and special than ordinary friendship. He also wanted to hear the members' understandings.
Jingxing also understood the fun of this from the performance just now: "When improvising, if you deliberately create some disharmony, everyone will try to shine, just like a fight between bad friends. At this time, if there are small mistakes and others need to make up for them, it is tolerance."
It was indeed good. Lin Chiran expressed his approval and asked the members to continue creating while he went to contact Qu Qinghuan.
"The number you dialed is turned off..." Lin Chiran was stunned by the cold female voice coming from the other side of the microphone. The day for submitting the song was almost coming, why did Qu Qinghuan suddenly turn off his phone?
I had to go to the production department to look for someone, and asked a few employees passing by, but the answers I got were all the same.
"Mr. Qu? I don't know. He doesn't seem to have come to the company these days, right?"
"Yeah, the last time I saw him was...I think it was Monday."
Lin Chiran felt something was wrong. Wasn't that the time when he last met Qu Qinghuan?
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