My wife is in my arms

Chapter 75 I've never seen such a person before

An ordinary day.

It seems a little unusual.

The musical instrument shop was quiet in the afternoon. The sunlight refracted in through the transparent glass door, adding some spots of alternating light and dark to the shop.

On the counter, Xia Zhiqiu supported her fair chin with one hand, and the fingers of the other hand occasionally brushed across the screen of the mobile phone on the stand. She had earphones in her ears. As a die-hard fan of Jiang Yiren, on November 1st, she learned from Jiang Yiren's dynamic post that she had released a single called "Ask".

So she quickly logged into the music platform, found the song and started listening to it.

After listening to it, she fell in love with this song deeply. The lyrics and music are not complicated, but they hit people's hearts directly. She especially likes the line in the lyrics "It's just that women are prone to fall in love easily, and are always trapped by love, and finally fall deeper and deeper."

The lyricist seemed to turn his pen into a sword, pointing directly to Jiang Yiren's own emotional experience.

At the best age of my life, I met a man who brought me misfortune.

Until... she accidentally saw the names of the lyricist and composer, and then she woke up from the lyrical melody. Just like her consciousness suddenly becoming clear after countless nights, she looked at the names of the lyricist and composer in disbelief.

At this moment, while she was listening to "Ask", her eyes would subconsciously fall on the name of three characters.

"Li Zongsheng"

In the quiet musical instrument workshop, Xia Zhiqiu murmured silently. Her voice was very small and soft, as if carrying uncertainty and some kind of unfathomable confusion and bewilderment.

"Are you calling me!?"

The sudden voice interrupted Xia Zhiqiu's wandering thoughts. She put down her hand that was resting on her chin and raised her face with clear contours. What came into her eyes was Li Zongsheng looking at her with a half-smile on his lips.

For a while.

Xia Zhiqiu felt unprecedented embarrassment and awkwardness, which was a complex emotion she had never experienced before.

However, she quickly calmed down her mind, which was disturbed by Li Zongsheng's sudden appearance. She picked up the phone on the stand, pointed at the names of the lyricist and composer of "Ask", and asked with a smile, "You are not going to tell me that the song "Ask" was written by you, right?!"

"how!?"

Zhang You laughed and asked, "Can't I create 'Question'? Is it because my temperament doesn't match it, or am I not handsome enough?!"

“Some people can’t believe it.”

Xia Zhiqiu chuckled and said.

"Think more and you will dare to think. Comrade Xia Zhiqiu, remember this: there are no rules for what a person will do after he is born. Just do what you like. If you do it more, you will naturally achieve results."

While Zhang You was chatting with Xia Zhiqiu with a smile, he looked down at the musical instruments in the glass cabinet of her shop. Zhang You came here today to produce the songs "As Wish Comes True" and "There Is a Song That Will Grow Old".

Wait for Jiang Yiren to compose it herself...then don't even think about paying off the debt owed to Zhang Yi before the end of this year.

"Is it really you!?"

Xia Zhiqiu's eyes followed Zhang You's movements. She didn't have any special thoughts. It was just that she had opened the shop for such a long time, and many people came here to record, but so far, no song had been sung by a professional singer.

Not to mention the queen of singing.

It feels like... walking on a winter street and accidentally noticing that new buds have sprouted on the bare branches without you noticing. It's so eye-catching.

“I’ll need this later.”

Zhang You knocked on the glass counter. Xia Zhiqiu took a look and found it was an accordion. She was slightly surprised and then returned to normal. In the last song "The Street Where the Wind Lives", Li Zongsheng used piano and erhu. As a musician and composer, it seemed nothing wrong for him to play some other instruments.

then.

Xia Zhiqiu saw Li Zongsheng walk to the drum set to test the sound, and then picked up the cello and keyboard.

"Do I need both?!"

Xia Zhiqiu couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Yeah," Zhang You nodded.

The song "As Wished For" is not very famous among all the songs composed by Li Zongsheng, but it still cannot conceal the quality of this song and Li Zongsheng's talent in composing music. It combines four instruments. In terms of lyrics, it still has Li Zongsheng's unique narrative characteristics. He never takes the route of gorgeous piling up, but directly expresses emotions.

The key point is that his lyrics are close to spoken language and are easy to understand.

As for the reason why he is not famous, it is also very simple. In that era when there were so many singing kings and queens, fans had too many choices, so many that they could not listen to them all. It is precisely because of this... that many people later said, "The only thing that has not let down the post-80s generation is music."

"Ask you a question"

While Zhang You was testing the timbre of the cello, Xia Zhiqiu asked with a smile, "Many fans say that the musician who could write the song 'Ask' must be someone with a rich emotional life. Do you have a particularly rich emotional life?"

Zhang You, with a cello on his shoulder, was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. He said, "Fans who ask such questions have a very one-sided understanding of the song. Songs are often created based on the musician's imagination of feelings, and then created from the perspective of 'I think'. To use a simple analogy, like divorced women, most men understand these women as having experienced marital setbacks, and are inevitably wary of marriage, and even unwilling to get married again. But what is the reality?! They are increasingly eager for love, and their expectations for marriage are far stronger than those of unmarried women. To put it bluntly, the more divorced women are, the easier they are to deceive."

"I think your understanding is really one-sided and biased."

Xia Zhiqiu retorted.

"hehe"

Zhang You did not argue with Xia Zhiqiu.

"The fact that you can come to such a conclusion means that you have cheated on many divorced women..."

Xia Zhiqiu hadn't finished speaking yet.

Zhang You interrupted him and said with a smile, "Stop, you raised a question. I am just discussing the matter at hand, not telling you about my personal experience."

"I think……"

"I think you could take a look at the music sheet first. Business should be done in a businesslike manner. A woman's curiosity can kill the cat and hurt herself, too. So, don't ask so many questions. By the way, where's your student? Didn't he come today?"

Thinking of Xia Zhiqiu, the female student with a voice as clear as water, Zhang You asked casually.

"I'm in my third year of high school now, so naturally I have to focus on my studies."

Xia Zhiqiu explained, then smiled and said, "But...if you are willing to help her compose a song, I can ask her to take a leave of absence to come over."

"one million"

Zhang You raised a finger and said.

"you……"

"Don't ask me why I don't rob. I've heard that so many times these days that I feel like a bandit."

Zhang You smiled and said, "You know, most people these days struggle with money, and I'm no different. If money weren't a factor, then no one would have to worry about it. And the reason I can sell my songs is because you helped me last time. Otherwise, even if you offered me two million, I wouldn't agree."

"Forget it, I don't need to embarrass you."

Xia Zhiqiu said angrily, "Men who look like my idol's husband are really annoying."

"Once you say that, next time you ask me to buy your song, I will not only offer you two million, but I will also change the ten-year singing license to five years."

Zhang You made a joke.

“You probably don’t have many friends.”

Xia Zhiqiu said with certainty.

On this sunny afternoon, we met by chance and gradually became familiar with each other during casual conversation, without even the slightest trace left.

The wind blew beneath the low walls of the city.

(End of this chapter)