Chapter 063: Eyes
After Lin Chiran and Qu Qinghuan finished their meal, they said hello to the boss Ye Xiao and left.
This store is not far from where Qu Qinghuan lives. The two chatted casually. After Lin Chiran exposed Qu Qinghuan's funding for the Xingye Choir, he also spoke frankly.
"So you don't want them to participate in the recording?" Lin Chiran asked. Qu Qinghuan was funding the development of the choir, but his attitude was subtle.
Qu Qinghuan replied: "From a professional point of view, there is no problem with inviting them. The others are just personal ideas and will not affect these."
He was making a record for Lin Chi Ran and Wax&Wane, so he wouldn't mix in too many personal emotions. If Lin Chi Ran hadn't asked, he wouldn't have planned to say these things. Apart from the suspicion of delaying the submission of manuscripts, Qu Qinghuan's professional attitude is impeccable.
Lin Chiran seemed to be thinking about something. The current Qu Qinghuan was much more stable than when they worked together many years ago. Should we say that he had transformed from a genius who was arrogant and conceited to a worldly-wise man?
However, Qu Qinghuan's next sentence quickly broke Lin Chiran's idea.
"But I won't show mercy." Qu Qinghuan said lightly: "If they can't reach the desired level, let them go home quickly, and the funds they put in will be deducted from the original planned funding."
Lin Chiran felt puzzled. Was this too much trust or too little trust? It was really contradictory.
As the two were talking, they returned to the residence where Qu Qinghuan had been in seclusion for the past few days, which was a single-family wooden house.
Lin Chiran walked into the room and looked at the surrounding decorations: "The style of your store is somewhat similar to Boss Ye's store."
"They were all designed by Ye Xiao." Qu Qinghuan hung up his coat casually. "Although that guy doesn't look serious, he is quite famous in architectural design. He is an independent architect and opening a shop is a side job."
The two came to the workroom at the deepest part of the house. It was getting a little dark, and Qu Qinghuan turned on the lights in the room.
The scenery was so beautiful that Lin Chiran couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the scenery in front of him.
Although it is used for work purposes, the overall style is not cold. The decoration is also in light warm colors, which makes people feel very relaxed under the soft lighting.
The most eye-catching thing is the extremely wide glass half wall in front, which greatly improves the lighting and viewing experience. Sitting indoors, you can see several cherry trees planted outside the house. The chilly spring breeze blows down a few early cherry petals from time to time. The petals float to the window and then sway and fall to the soil.
Qu Qinghuan boasted: "Not bad, right? After I bought this house, I specially asked Ye Xiao to redesign it..."
Lin Chi Ran nodded repeatedly, but he didn't let him fool him and quickly switched back to work: "How's the progress of the composition?"
Qu Qinghuan's expression froze. He felt uncomfortable being stared at. He played out the part he had written: "There's nothing wrong with Section A and Section B. They're written very smoothly. You can listen to them first. It's the direction of the chorus that's stuck."
The title song "Eye Line", the A section describes the infatuation of the first encounter, with a light and jumping feeling and a bright melody, while the B section is further indulged in it and is full of sweetness.
According to the direction set by the lyrics, the chorus corresponds to the main perspective starting to have doubts, to clear the fog, to get tired and lose interest, but Qu Qinghuan got stuck here, and after making several versions, he felt that they were all slightly lacking.
Qu Qinghuan talked about the current problem: "The atmosphere here changes very suddenly. There is a strong contrast, but to what extent it should be presented is a problem." Although the tone of this part of the lyrics becomes heavy, the words deliberately create a natural and casual feeling, which makes people feel a little unsure for a while.
After hearing this, Lin Chiran smiled and said, "So that's the problem."
Qu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows: "It seems you have a solution?"
"The emotions that the chorus wants to express are indeed more suppressed than those in sections A and B." Lin Chiran first confirmed this point: "However, the song is presented from the main perspective. With the concept of this song, the audience will unconsciously bring it into the main perspective. Everyone's understanding of this emotion is different."
Lin Chiran walked to the glass wall and looked at the night sky. "If we don't use a highly depressing feeling, but instead express it in a hazy way, maybe that would be more appropriate? The audience can tell what they are feeling from this song."
Qu Qinghuan pondered for a long time and clapped his hands: "That's it!"
Without saying a word, he plunged straight into composing, exchanging a few words with Lin Chiran from time to time. He was very efficient and completed the complete version of the song in one go.
"Section B has also been slightly modified." The version modified by Qu Qinghuan became more erratic and elusive than the original.
Lin Chiran listened to it quickly and found this version to be very consistent with the concept of the song and blended well with the lyrics, so he decided to choose it.
"I also have some ideas about the arrangement style..." Qu Qinghuan talked incessantly with bright eyes, and wrote down the sudden inspiration from time to time.
By the time the two of them had finalized all of this, the morning light was faintly visible outside the window.
Qu Qinghuan had been working hard these days and was now exhausted. After copying the files, he collapsed on the sofa, motionless, his eyes almost closed.
Lin Chiran was also a little tired, but he could still hold on. According to the route he remembered from yesterday, he planned to go out to get some food and then rest.
Qu Qinghuan pointed to the spare key in the drawer and fell into a deep sleep.
It was still a little chilly in the early spring morning, but there were already energetic and cold-fearing passers-by out for a walk, such as Ye Xiao.
He also brought a breakfast prepared in the kitchen. Just as he was planning to feed it to his friend whose hair had been falling out a lot in recent days, he saw Lin Chiran approaching from not far away.
"Chi Ran, good morning!" Ye Xiao greeted him and raised the box in his hand: "Would you like some breakfast?"
Lin Chiran was worried that there were not many breakfast shops here, so he took it with gratitude, and the two of them returned to Qu Qinghuan's house together.
"Did you stay up late again yesterday?" Ye Xiao opened the door of the workshop and saw Qu Qinghuan sleeping soundly, then gently closed the door.
Lin Chiran put breakfast on the table outside and said with a smile: "It's not that I stayed up very late, I just went to bed, but fortunately I'm done."
Ye Xiao's eyes widened: "I'm a construction worker, but I can't stay up as long as you do." He hated staying up late the most, but he had to do it because of work. When he had a rare day off, he saw his friends staying up late too. His psychology was subtle and twisted.
Lin Chiran covered his mouth and yawned lightly: "I'm used to it. I often shoot from the afternoon to midnight."
Ye Xiao gave him a sympathetic look: "You should eat first, so you can catch up on your sleep later." Then he suddenly remembered something: "Are you still planning to work with the Xingye Choir?"
Lin Chiran nodded: "It's confirmed." The message from Teacher Sun yesterday also confirmed the intention of cooperation.
"After going around in circles, I'm finally here." Ye Xiao sighed, "Come to think of it, did that guy say anything? I didn't even know he had been secretly funding the choir for so many years."
Lin Chiran thought about it and repeated what Qu Qinghuan said on the way back yesterday.
Ye Xiao couldn't help but laugh: "It's indeed his style, a mixture of love and hate."
Feeling the curious gaze, Ye Xiao continued: "Don't be fooled by his sharp tongue and appearance that he is not easy to mess with. He is actually quite awkward."
Awkward, this word seems to be very appropriate, Lin Chiran listened quietly.
"Chi Ran should know that Qu Qinghuan became famous very early, when he was only in his twenties." Ye Xiao recalled, exaggerating, "Wow, this guy was full of arrogance at that time, but many people were fooled by his arrogant genius, so he had a smooth sailing for a few years."
Lin Chiran nodded: "We worked together at that time." It was at that time that the work "Submarine Whale" was created. This period was later called Qu Qinghuan's peak period.
Ye Xiao continued, "Later, more and more people asked him to write songs and make records, but this guy went into hiding..."
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Young Ye Xiao had just laid down on the bed after countless sleepless nights when he was woken up by a phone call from his "friend" of many years. His resentment was so strong that it seemed to solidify into a physical entity: "Qu Qinghuan, you'd better have something important to do!"
Qu Qinghuan said quickly: "You are at home? Let me hide."
"It's up to you. The address hasn't changed. I'm going to sleep first. Knock on the door when you get there." After saying that, he hung up the phone and fell into deep sleep until he was awakened by the doorbell.
Ye Xiao rubbed his eyes and looked at Qu Qinghuan who seemed even more haggard than him: "What happened to you? Are you being chased by someone?"
"That's about the same." Qu Qinghuan's eyes were full of bloodshot, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I won't answer it again in the future."
His fame in the past two years has led to more and more people looking for Qu Qinghuan to compose music and produce records. Since his previous works were all good, he accepted many invitations with confidence.
It also changed from the initial distinctive personal style to starting to consider the public aesthetics of commercial songs and approaching the mainstream due to the client's requirements. The market response has been good, although there are occasional voices saying that his style has become rigid.
Qu Qinghuan knew that every musician would be evaluated in this way, but the confusion in his heart still affected him.
But when the time came to submit a piece of music, I suddenly couldn’t write anything overnight. It was as if all my inspiration had been drained out and I could never write anything that satisfied me. Unwilling to accept this fact, I endured it day after day, forcing myself to produce some work, but the response was not as expected.
Qu Qinghuan dug out the beer from Ye Xiao's refrigerator, tilted his head back and took a gulp: "Isn't it ridiculous? He actually said that just putting a name on it will be fine."
The beer can was deformed by his squeezing. He gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say that the style is fixed? I'll write it for you to see."
After that, Qu Qinghuan stopped accepting a large number of composing invitations, hoping to adjust his style. However, many people came out and said that he had run out of ideas and could only rehash old works. The reputation of the film went downhill, and the records it produced were also questioned. The team was distracted, and everyone wanted to get involved, so in the end, it became a mess.
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Ye Xiao just watched him fall from high spirits to lows, until one day he heard him say that he was making a very interesting record for a new artist.
"This record is of great significance, that's what he said." Ye Xiao imitated Qu Qinghuan's tone vividly, "Now it seems that it really helped him a lot, and he even started composing again after a long time."
Ye Xiao looked at Lin Chiran seriously: "Thank you, Chiran." When Qu Qinghuan fell to the bottom, he pulled him up.
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