Huayu: Starting with living with a girl from Taiwan

A gentle and soothing piano prelude, incorporating the characteristics of the Eastern pentatonic scale, flowed from the top-of-the-line monitor speakers.

The melody is beautiful and smooth, and the emotions are delicate and subtle.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

This melody... sounds so familiar.

Although the arrangement was still rough, just a simple piano demo, its unique charm and iconic key changes almost instantly awakened the memories deep in Lin Mo's mind.

After the song finished playing, Jay Chou looked at Lin Mo with an expectant look in his eyes:

"Amo, how does it feel? After listening to this melody, if you were to write the lyrics, what direction would you take?"

He clearly hoped that Lin Mo, this surprising newcomer, could offer some different perspectives.

Lin Mo did not answer immediately, but instead turned his gaze to Fang Wenshan, who still had a furrowed brow:

"Professor Wenshan, what were your thoughts before?"

Fang Wenshan was originally immersed in his own agitation.

Hearing Lin Mo's question, and glancing at Zhou Jielun, perhaps wanting to confide for too long, he sighed, scratched his already thinning hair, and said:

"I've been researching some antiques lately... and I'm thinking of using the imagery of 'national treasure' to write the lyrics for this piece."

He paused slightly, carefully considering his words:

"I want to approach this from the perspective of 'bronze ware'."

"Bronze artifacts, heavy and ancient, bear inscriptions that symbolize the mystery of love and the immortality of vows."

"It transcends a thousand years and can symbolize the enduring and eternal nature of love."

"I think this imagery is very profound and has a rich cultural heritage."

But then his expression turned pained, and he shook his head vigorously.

"But you've all heard Jay Chou's song."

"The melody is gentle and melodious, not the kind that is grand and majestic."

"Using such a heavy image of bronzeware to match feels too heavy and out of place. I tried several versions, and they all felt awkward."

After he finished speaking, he slumped back into his chair like a deflated balloon, looking at the manuscript papers on the table covered with words like "cauldron," "inscription," "millennium," and "rust," which had been crossed out, with a look of utter despair.

Jay Chou could only shrug helplessly after hearing this.

He has a constant stream of inspiration when it comes to writing melodies, but when it comes to writing lyrics, especially "Chinese style" lyrics that require a deep cultural background and exquisite imagery, he really doesn't dare to show off his limited skills in front of Vincent Fang.

He could write some sentimental love songs like "Sunny Day" or "Starry Night."

He couldn't get involved at this level, and if he said too much, he would only get criticized by Vincent Fang.

After Fang Wenshan finally spoke out about the problem that had been bothering him for days, he did feel a little better.

But then I felt it was a bit pointless to say all this to these people in front of me.

He knew Jay Chou's skill level well; his composition skills were superb, but his lyrics were just so-so.

The other two, one with a muscle mass and the other a newcomer to the music scene in his early twenties, how could they understand their own pain?

He shook his head, waved his hand, and his tone returned to its previous aloofness and a hint of self-deprecation:

"Forget it, there's no point in talking to you guys. I'll think about it myself. You guys keep talking."

He felt he was being desperate and making rash decisions, which was a bit foolish.

However, just as he was preparing to continue his relentless struggle against himself...

Lin Mo, who had been listening quietly and thoughtfully, suddenly spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet recording studio:

"Bronze artifacts...are indeed too heavy."

"I do... have a different idea."

As soon as the words were spoken, the atmosphere in the recording studio instantly became subtle.

Fang Wenshan paused in his hand-grabbing his hair, then slowly turned his face, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

He felt so angry he almost laughed.

Do you have any other ideas?

What are your thoughts?

He hadn't listened to Lin Mo's new song "Fireworks Fade Easily" at all. He had only heard Jay Chou mention the song title when he was having breakfast today. He had been so busy these past few days that he didn't have time to listen to any new songs.

I was just being polite when I said Lin Mo's new song was pretty good.

However, Lin Mo's interruption temporarily pulled him out of his frustration with getting stuck in a rut.

I'm not in a hurry to fight myself to the death anymore. Let's hear what this guy has to say... well, whatever brilliant ideas he has, it'll be good to clear my head.

"Oh? Then tell me, what are your thoughts?"

Jay Chou and Will Liu immediately looked at Lin Mo.

Jay Chou's reaction was purely out of curiosity and anticipation. He had witnessed Lin Mo's musical talent and thought he might actually deliver a pleasant surprise.

Liu Genghong, on the other hand, was more out of support and curiosity; he wasn't particularly sensitive to these literary things.

But given the atmosphere, he also perked up his ears.

Lin Mo met Fang Wenshan's gaze, his face showing no sign of nervousness:

"I think Professor Wenshan's approach is correct. There's nothing wrong with the national treasure, and the bronzes are indeed a bit too heavy."

Fang Wenshan snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

That sounds alright, but it's still nonsense.

Lin Mo continued:

"However, our great nation of China has a long history and many traditions spanning thousands of years."

"There are actually many other options that match Jay Chou's gentle and reserved temperament as a 'national treasure'."

Lin Mo paused slightly, "For example, silk."

silk?

Fang Wenshan instantly pictured smooth, water-like silk.

Light and graceful, with an air of oriental elegance and mystery.

Just then, Jay Chou's phone rang.

Fang Wenshan glared at him, and Lao Zhou quickly went out to answer the phone.

"You continue," Fang Wenshan said to Lin Mo.

"For example," Lin Mo continued, noticing the subtle change in Fang Wenshan's eyes, "wax pottery, or porcelain."

Porcelain! Kiln wares!

Fang Wenshan felt a "buzz" in his head, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer and suffered a concussion, leaving him somewhat dazed.

Then came a feeling of sudden enlightenment!

Yup!

porcelain!

How did he end up falling headfirst into the bronze vessel and not be able to climb out?!

Porcelain, too, is a treasure of Chinese civilization, passed down for thousands of years!

But it lacks the cold, austere feel of bronze!

It is warm, smooth, and delicate. Its glaze can be as light as ink painting or as bright as sunset. Its shapes are ever-changing. It is so thin that it can be translucent. Its sound is like a clear chime!

It possesses both the weight of history and the elegance of art!

Most importantly, the "gentle and smooth" texture and the subtle yet profound emotions flowing in Jay Chou's melody are a perfect match!

Why didn't he think of this before?

He's getting stuck on a nitpicky point! Vincent Fang feels he's getting stuck on a nitpicky point again!

He sat up abruptly, the weariness and anxiety that had previously shrouded his face vanished, replaced by an almost urgent gleam.

His gaze toward Lin Mo completely changed; the mockery and disdain in his eyes vanished, replaced by a look of inquiry and urging.

"Tell me more! Lin Mo, tell me in detail!"

Fang Wenshan's voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

Although Liu Genghong didn't understand the aesthetic differences between silk and porcelain, he realized from Fang Wenshan's reaction that Lin Mo had hit the nail on the head.