Chapter 38 Lyrics
The two bought a lot of things in the unmanned supermarket. By the time they moved all the things they bought to the living room, they were both exhausted.
Jiang Shen decided to sit down and rest for a while before packing up.
After sitting down, he subconsciously rubbed his shoulders.
Ren Fenghe, who was struggling with a tangled plastic bag, wanted him to come over to help, but when he turned his head, he noticed that he was rubbing his shoulders.
People who dance always have injuries here and there, and Jiang Shen has sprained his shoulders several times. He said it was not serious, but he was often seen rubbing his shoulders from time to time in behind-the-scenes videos of events.
That’s why the dumbbells in the small gym area in his studio are kept very light.
Ren Fenghe pulled his fingers out of the plastic bag that was about to be opened and ran towards the entrance.
Jiang Shen didn't understand why and stood up, asking, "Did you forget to take something? Is it in the car?"
Ren Fenghe shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, no."
She trotted to the entrance with a purpose, grabbed the legs of the shoe-changing chair with both hands, and pulled it hard towards the shoe cabinet.
The shoe-changing chair is extra heavy for stability. Ren Fenghe was pulling the shoe-changing chair as if he was playing a tug-of-war. He pursed his lips tightly and pulled hard, his face flushed.
Jiang Shen still didn't understand what she wanted to do, but he cooperated and helped her pull the chair over.
Ren Fenghe breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat that didn't exist but was about to seep out if he pulled the chair for a while longer, climbed onto the chair and stood up.
Jiang Shen quickly raised his hands to protect her body from a distance, frowned slightly and said, "This is very dangerous."
Ren Fenghe said perfunctorily, "I know, I won't do it again next time," while opening the drawer above the shoe cabinet and taking things out.
Jiang Shen was still confused, he asked: "What are you doing with the hot pack?"
Jiang Shen bought these hot packs specially for Ren Fenghe.
Ren Fenghe strongly protested against her having to wear clothes like a ball every time she went out, saying that it was very inconvenient to walk like that. So Jiang Shen ordered some hot packs, placed them at the entrance, and put them on Ren Fenghe when he took her out.
Ren Fenghe stretched out his index finger and hooked it towards Jiang Shen.
Jiang Shen couldn't help laughing as he saw her doing this seriously. He sat on the chair and cooperated, wanting to see what tricks she would play next.
Ren Fenghe tore open the package and slapped the hot pack onto Jiang Shen's shoulder.
The hot pack that had just come into contact with the air had not started to heat up yet, but Ren Fenghe's cheeks, who had taken the initiative to care about Jiang Shen, had already started to heat up.
She quickly ran back to her room and fled, shouting outside before closing the door: "Warm yourself up, and your shoulder won't hurt so much!"
Jiang Shen got up from his seat and walked towards the living room, only to see the door slam shut.
He couldn't help but put his hand on the heat pack, which was slowly starting to heat up.
He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
She clearly wanted to care about him, but after doing so she ran back to her room out of shyness.
Jiang Shen put his fist to his mouth and chuckled for a long time.
Yuanyuan’s observation ability is so good that she can even notice that his shoulder is uncomfortable.
I didn't expect that he, an adult, would be cared for by a child all day long.
However, it feels really good to be cared for by children, Jiang Shen thought.
Ren Fenghe stayed in the room for a long time before slowly walking out.
When I walked out, the things I bought were still in the plastic bag, and the plastic bag was still on the ground.
Jiang Shen, who had not packed up his things, was wearing Bluetooth headphones and thinking in front of a notebook. He would occasionally make a few marks on the notebook and then write something.
Ren Fenghe moved closer to Jiang Shen and leaned over to take a look.
Jiang Shen is still writing lyrics.
It had been a long time since Ren Fenghe last listened to Jiang Shen's arrangement. The tune that Jiang Shen hummed at the time was basically finalized after being perfected, but he had never written a satisfactory lyrics.
Knowing that Jiang Shen had psychological barriers when recording songs in the recording studio, Ren Fenghe did not pray that the song could come out of the recording studio properly. He just picked up a microphone or a mobile phone to record it. At least he could hear the full version.
But even if Jiang Shen didn't go into the recording studio, this song would still take a long time to come out.
Ren Fenghe's thoughts have changed from being unable to wait to listen to the new song, to why it hasn't been finished yet, to probably this song will be written in his lifetime.
Jiang Shen was not on guard at all and let Ren Fenghe look at him. In his mind, she didn't know many words.
This was a good deal for Ren Fenghe, as he had the right to take his lyrics book and read it at any time.
Ren Fenghe was extremely shocked when he saw Jiang Shen’s lyrics for the first time.
Jiang Shen's lyrics book is a loose-leaf book. The cover is very old and a lot of paper has been added inside, almost breaking the loose-leaf book.
A thick lyric book is filled with lyrics, some of which are sentences written down casually when inspiration strikes, and some are complete lyrics written carefully. These lyrics, whether written casually or carefully, are all signed with the date, and the time can be traced back to shortly after Jiang Shen debuted.
It was this notebook that accompanied Jiang Shen through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. Every line of the lyrics might represent his psychological activities during that period.
Ren Fenghe, who discovered this, immediately turned to the latest page in the lyrics book and stopped trying to peek into his past thoughts.
"Are you still writing the song from last time?" Ren Fenghe also cooperated and pretended to be illiterate.
Jiang Shen said, “Yes.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he crossed out the lyrics he had just written.
Ren Fenghe looked through the horizontal line at the crossed-out sentence.
From her non-professional perspective, there is nothing wrong with this sentence. It has the imagery and rhyme, and it is also very beautifully written.
Ren Fenghe asked: "Why did you delete it? This page has been scribbled over and is ugly."
Ren Fenghe wrinkled his nose and frowned to show his disgust at the crazy scribbling on the page.
Not only this page of lyrics, but almost the entire lyric book is like this. It has undergone many revisions, and about half a year ago, the traces of revisions became particularly numerous, and the pure white paper was torn into a mess by the black lines.
Half a year ago, Jiang Shen was diagnosed with panic disorder.
Jiang Shen said: "I am not very satisfied with the lyrics I wrote."
Ren Fenghe patted him on the shoulder like a little adult and encouraged him, "It must be well written. Sing it to me and I will be your judge."
Her eyes instantly sparkled and she smiled widely, "This is written for me, right? It's my duty to be the referee!"
Yes, Ren Fenghe was so concerned about this song, not only because she was curious about Jiang Shen’s creative process, but also because Jiang Shen frankly told her that the inspiration for this song came from her and it was a song written for her.
How magical, how wonderful, a song that an idol wrote for himself.
The inspiration comes from her every move under Zhang Tuanyuan's skin, so this is a song truly written for her.
Jiang Shen hesitated and looked hesitant.
I could clearly hum it freely in the studio last time, but why does it sound different now with the lyrics included?
Ren Fenghe hit him and said, "Be open and aboveboard!"
Jiang Shen was speechless and said, "Where did you learn these words from?"
Although he was speechless, he put aside his worries after being interrupted. He found the complete lyrics among the chaotic lyrics that had been deleted and revised countless times, and sang them softly to Ren Fenghe.
This is a Chinese song, unlike "with me" which is purely in English, nor is it like the demo in Korean and English that he secretly played to his fans during a live broadcast without the company's knowledge.
This purely Chinese song uses a lot of onomatopoeia, and accompanied by his soft voice, it sounds like a lullaby for a child.
After he finished singing, he looked at Ren Fenghe who was feeling it with his eyes closed, and he was so nervous that he felt his throat was dry.
"How is it?" he asked.
Ren Fenghe opened his eyes, spoke briefly, gave a thumbs up and said, "Great!"
The tension was dispelled by the word "wonderful". Jiang Shen's chest rose and fell, and he smiled dully, feeling like a fool just now.
When has Yuanyuan ever said anything bad about herself? I always praise him.
"It's true! I'm not lying!" Ren Fenghe said very seriously, almost swearing, "If 100 is the full score, I will give it 99 points!"
Jiang Shen didn't feel sad at all, just confused. He asked curiously, "Why not 100 points?"
Ren Fenghe gave him a look that said, “Need I say more?” She pointed at the lyrics book and said, “You haven’t even finished making this song, and you still want a perfect score!”
"Will you get 100 points if you finish it?" Jiang Shen asked.
Ren Fenghe used the method of provoking, and said with his chin raised high: "I will tell you when I make it."
Jiang Shen looked at the messy lyrics book, nodded slowly and said, "I'll finish it quickly."
Jiang Shen turned the lyrics book to the front page. This page was made even more messy by the black pen he had used. The countless messy lines made it difficult to see the initial handwriting. Instead, the last lyrics were written in white pen on top.
"It took me half a year to finish my last song, this one was completed very quickly." He couldn't help but explain to himself.
Ren Fenghe pointed at the big "with me" on the top and asked, "What song is this? Can you sing it for me?"
Jiang Shen's fingertips fell on the scratched paper and said, "This is an English song. I wrote it after I realized I was sick. It was very hard to write."
His memory seemed to follow the scratches back to the time when he wrote this song. His drooping eyelashes cast shadows under his eye sockets, making the tired blue-gray color under his eyes even more obvious.
"Shine, do you really think your song is ready to be released?"
In the recording studio, the chief producer folded his arms and looked with sharp eyes at Jiang Shen who was wearing headphones on the other side of the glass.
"If you want to prove yourself, you must first show the corresponding ability," the chief producer's mouth rose and closed, and his sarcastic words hit Jiang Shen's eardrums like a hammer through the headphones. "Whether it's dance, vocal music or composition, people can't be too greedy. With your current level, you are only good enough to specialize in one direction."
His voice echoed in the headphones, and there were also bursts of tinnitus.
Jiang Shen tried to defend himself by saying, "This song is just a gift to the fans."
"You don't think I'm saying this just to stop you from soloing, do you?" the chief producer said sharply, "If you can achieve success as a solo, it will be good for the company. Why should I stop you?"
"Lack of ability is a lack of ability. Your dancing was good before, but now that those moves have been deleted, what strengths do you have?"
This is how Jiang Shen got here.
Although he was in the debut group very early, he was the last one announced to debut, so he was naturally considered the one with the weakest ability.
At the beginning, I couldn't perform the special moves perfectly, and the dance teacher kept asking me to practice them more.
As the main dancer, he mostly played harmony and backing vocals in the song, and some unknown modal particles were the most common parts he sang.
He has written a whole book of lyrics and has countless songs on his computer, but he never dared to show them to the company.
I don't know since when, he also seemed to feel that he was very bad.
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