How did I become famous?

Let's not talk about the music; Fang Bie is just a KTV prince.

But writing lyrics? He's an absolute pro!

After all, there are so many popular songs from my past life that I can draw inspiration from, and the ancient style is a piece of cake for me.

Because in his previous life, a master had summarized a "formula for ancient style lyrics," which allowed even an outsider like him to "create" ancient style lyrics that seemed impressive at first glance but were actually quite incomprehensible.

Fang Bie pondered for a moment, and the eerie lyrics began to surface in his mind.

According to that "formula for ancient style lyrics".

Key words:

Cinnabar, the world, slaughter, people, youth, splendor, beautiful women, fleeting years, picturesque features, the end of the song, the fading of prosperity, not speaking of parting sorrows, a lifetime of peace—and so on and so forth...

Basic sentence structure:

1.xx, xx, xx is xx.

2.xxxx, xxxx, it's just a xxxx.

3. You say xxxx, I say xxxx, but in the end it's just xxxx.

4.xx, xx, grant me a xxxx.

5-x-x-xx, half-x-half-x-half-xx.

6. You said xxxx xxxx, then xxxx xxxx.

7.xxxx, xxxx, ultimately no match for xxxx.

notice

1. When using a sentence structure, be sure to repeat it several times to form a parallel sentence that looks exceptionally sophisticated.

2. The word "[殇]" is extremely vulgar, so you should definitely use it more often.

3. Don't use conjunctions randomly; let these verbs, nouns, and adjectives pile together to create wonderful effects.

4. Fill in the blanks with sentences that are completely illogical! Fill in the blanks with sentences that are completely illogical! Fill in the blanks with sentences that are completely illogical! I'm saying it three times because it's important.

Example:

1. The misty rain of Jiangnan, a white-clad figure on the roadside, is nothing more than a deep affection but a shallow fate. A beauty turns her head, all the splendor fades, nothing more than a hazy, fleeting firework display. Life is slightly chilly, bones lie in pairs, nothing more than a sorrowful separation across three lifetimes.

2. Old city, Weiyang, grant me a scene of ink-stained tranquility. Chaotic world, ruthless, grant me a scene of hasty retreat in white robes. River of Oblivion, a thousand years, grant me a scene of helpless companionship.

This is the "formula for ancient style lyrics" summarized by an online expert in Fang Bie's previous life.

Fang hesitated for a moment, then tried writing a line of lyrics.

Crimson robes, a woman scattered across the old city. A thousand years have passed since the River of Oblivion, scorching the homes of Chang'an. In this chaotic world, strangers on a distant road, it seems the song will eventually end, the people scattered, only green tombs and white bones to tell the tale of bygone years.

Wow! I learned it!

Once he found his rhythm, Fang Bie quickly wrote the lyrics for four songs.

It took less than five minutes in total.

"Give."

He handed the notebook to Su Mulin: "What do you think?"

Su Mulin took the notebook, her face still bearing that "you do it if you can" expression.

This isn't about looking down on people; it's the inherent sense of superiority that insiders have over outsiders.

But after reading the lyrics in the notebook, her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly.

At this moment, Fang Bie was once again convinced that he was not dreaming and that he had really traveled through time.

He looked in the mirror last night, and the tonsils that had been surgically removed from his throat had come back...

But thinking about it, it makes sense.

After all, this world is so magical that even such trashy lyrics can shock this genius girl.

However, if his previous life's "Conspiring with a Tiger for Breakfast" was a hit, there's no reason why his "Laughing at the River of Oblivion on the Bridge of Helplessness" wouldn't be a hit.

Anyway, the lyrics are all nonsensical.

Su Mulin didn't notice her lapse in composure and continued looking down at the lyrics.

Yellow earth covers white bones, the lonely city of Chang'an is deserted.

The world is in turmoil, and Jiangnan is in a state of hasty and chaotic weeping.

Spring breezes and peach blossoms, a beautiful woman smiles; a fleeting dream of wealth fades, bones lie buried in a green tomb.

An old man with white hair reminisces about his youthful days; history records Luoyang, a place of renown throughout the land.

Cross the river, cross the river, cross the river.

Frost-covered laughter echoes through the battlefield, while the guards, holding chess pieces, welcome guests.

Good news broke through the cracks of his sandals; carriages and horses crowded the streets of Wuyi Lane.

The music ends, the people disperse, and the swallows fly away; all the splendor fades away, and all is vanity.

The desolation on the road is unbearable; the golden goblet will be rebuilt to make way for the Weiyang Palace.

Difficult to return, difficult to return, difficult to return home.

The next three songs are all pretty much the same.

What about "gazing at the bright moon on the verge of death, watching a snowfall? The vow is eternal, etched in my heart. I have waited bitterly for our love through three lifetimes, but all my long-cherished wishes have vanished like smoke"?

What about the poem, "The peach blossoms are in full bloom, fleeting like a breeze through life. Recalling youth, the song we reluctantly finished singing. Your eyes are smiling, and I, too, am full of affection and dare not grow old. Those were the perfect times"?

Things like that, all sorts of random stuff.

"this......"

Su Mulin felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Because the lyrics of ancient-style songs in this world are indeed like this, and it has to be said that the lyrics of these four songs are no less impressive than those of the currently popular ancient-style songs.

But she always felt that something was off.

If Fang Bie knew what she was thinking, he would definitely scoff and say, "Writing an essay like a fill-in-the-blank exercise? That's hardly surprising!"

Simply put, these kinds of ancient-style lyrics are the kind that seem impressive at first glance, with each word recognizable, but when put together, they're just nonsense.

But the lyrics of ancient-style songs in this world are really like that.

Even most of the best-selling hit songs have lyrics that are not as good as these...

"How is it?" Fang asked leisurely.

Su Mulin looked up, trying hard to control her expression and appear calm: "What kind of lyrics are these? It's all nonsense..."

Fang spread his hands, grinning mischievously: "Give me back the lyrics."

"don't want!"

After a pause, noticing Fang Bie's ambiguous smile, Su Mulin's cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted around: "Indeed... better than the lyrics I came up with myself. Can I use your lyrics to set the music for a competition? Don't worry, your name will be on the lyricist list. I'm doing this to make you famous! After all, you were willing to take me in, so I should repay you."

She no longer considered Fang Bie an outsider.

But you still have to be reserved in your words.

After all, this was the first time the girl's self-esteem had been shattered, especially by someone she considered an outsider.

To be honest, she was starting to admire Fang Bie a little.

Just a little bit.

This cunning guy, who pretends to be a fool, probably just wants to see her make a fool of herself, so he deliberately acts like an amateur.

So hold on, Su Mulin! Don't let this guy underestimate you!

"Of course, no problem." Fang Bie shrugged.

These lyrics were originally his own creations based on a formula, so he felt perfectly at ease with them.

but......

"By the way, if I'm selected, is there a prize?"

"It's probably around 200,000." Su Mulin frowned and said, "But nobody cares about the prize money. 'The Divine Physician in Plain Clothes' is a big production. The judges for this song are professors from music academies and literature academies, as well as senior industry experts. As long as you become famous, money is not important."

But it's very important to me. The world of rich, beautiful, and successful women is truly unique... Fang Bie smirked.

Actually, if we look at it this way, it's not necessarily true that these poems can be ranked first.

It wasn't that Fang Bie lacked confidence in the lyrics, but rather that he didn't believe in Su Mulin's composing abilities.

A seventeen-year-old girl, even if she herself says that her piano composition has won an international gold medal and has been included in that damn textbook.

But she was only seventeen years old.

so......

"Fine, I'll go all the way and write you a complete song."

Su Mulin's voice was clear and cold: "You don't believe in my composing abilities?"

This guy really underestimated me!

"Believe me, believe me," Fang Bie said dismissively. "It's just that I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and wanted to write a song, is that a problem?"

Su Mulin: "..."

She's made up her mind!

She's going to get her revenge!

No matter how good this guy's song is, she has to maintain a nonchalant and calm demeanor!

But having four lyrics in five minutes that can be compared to hit songs is already quite exaggerated.

Can he still write even better lyrics on the spot? And with music included...?

Su Mulin bit her lip and pushed the electronic keyboard in front of Fang Bie: "Write something down for me to see."

She forced herself to act indifferent, but a tiny bit of anticipation had already formed in her heart.

That's right! Only a tiny bit!

"No need for that. I'll hum it and you can memorize it yourself." Actually, Fang Bie couldn't play the piano.

"But let's make it clear first, if we get first place, we'll split the prize money 20/80."

Su Mulin frowned and said, "Let's not even talk about whether we can get first place. Even if we do, taking 20% ​​of the prize money is too little."

This guy... he's not a bad person.

"Twenty percent is yours!" Fang Bie said irritably, "Mine is eighty percent!"

Su Mulin: "..."

Although the rich and beautiful young lady doesn't care about money, she's currently penniless except for her share of the movie money, and this guy is still so brazenly greedy... It's such a waste of his talent!

"Fine!" she gritted her teeth and said, "Then please come up with a song that's guaranteed to win first place! If you write one, I'll—!"

"What will you do?"

"I just...I just..."

Su Mulin huffed and puffed for a long time, but couldn't come up with a result. Her face was still burning red.

Although she didn't think this guy could write any top-notch songs, he was, after all, a man who could write lyrics for four songs in five minutes.

What if?

"Let's talk about it later." Fang Bie noticed her embarrassment, then cleared his throat. "Listen carefully. The name of this song is... 'The Song of the Pipa'."

Mr. Xiangshan, I'd like to borrow a line from your poem.

P.S.: This story, "The Commoner's Divine Physician," is my original creation and has nothing to do with the TVB drama series. I already mentioned it's a movie... Originally, I was thinking of "The Grassroots Prime Minister," but then I realized that didn't quite fit, and this title popped into my head, so I used it.

So don't say it has anything to do with real-life TV dramas.

Aside from the main character, no one else in this world will create any films or television shows about Earth.

By the way, the main characters are basically all heavily modified, since my main character is based on myself. Everything the main character knows will be based on me. That's all~