Bai Fengtai unscrewed the pen, took out the paper stick, unfolded it and read it. After reading them all, he took the sheet music of a new song composed by his subordinates from the table and walked out of the office. Soon he came to Fan Keqin's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in." Fan Keqin was sitting in the office, with Miss Tong next to him. That's right, the eldest lady has already concentrated on arranging all her company's affairs this morning. So here comes the sticky Fan Keqin again.
Seeing that Miss Tong was there, Bai Fengtai smiled and said hello and called Miss Tong. Then he handed the sheet music to Fan Keqin and said, "Boss, look at it. This is a new song composed by Wang Bishan himself and written by Zhang Xinyue. I listened to him sing it and it felt really good. Please give it a look."
With that said, he handed the music sheet to Fan Keqin. Fan Keqin reached out and took it, with a professional look on his face, and began to read. What did he say about this thing? It's just a musical score. Doremi is getting angry and having diarrhea. Anyone who has attended primary school music class and listened carefully will not recognize the musical score. Not to mention that Fan Keqin also learned piano when he was young in his previous life.
While looking at the music score, he was humming along to the beat like a great musician. After humming them all, Fan Keqin began to comment paragraph by paragraph. Sometimes he commented on the lyrics, and sometimes he improvised how to arrange the music better. For example: "The first sentence at the beginning is singing in a low voice, so it is best to add some clean, tinkling piano sounds, but not too much. To create a feeling that the light rain that has just fallen all night has just stopped. The sun will show up, but A hazy beauty that has not yet appeared..."
Anyway, it’s just talk, as long as you can make it up. Then when you speak, be more confident and a little artistic, and you can scare people.
And you don’t have to worry at all, because even if you meet a professional, you may not be able to confuse the other person. Because art, really, can be said in almost any way.
Just express your feelings, and then use an uncertain tone, as if you are discussing an artistic feeling with yourself, which will show your style in this era.
In fact, this is also the case in later generations. Just like there are some music variety shows on TV, there are many instructors. When commenting on music, they basically follow this approach. They talk about their own feelings: "Oh, how does this song make me feel? It was during the rainy season, a boy and girl were walking on the clear road. The little flowers on the roadside were covered with rain and dew, reflecting the light and pure love between the two people. That kind of hazy beauty made me..." Editor chant! Who can't do that?
As long as you can connect the song the other person sings with what you say. Even if you can only connect a little bit, what you said is definitely wrong.
For example, you only need to add one sentence at the end: "There is a sentence in the lyrics: This is our youth...I entered this scene all of a sudden..." Hey, does it sound like there is a connection? Actually? What’s there! It’s just about expressing your feelings. It’s just that some people are not good at expressing. As long as those who can express, there is really no difference between professional and unprofessional people in this kind of “hindsight”.
So why is this? Because among a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets. These are the N possibilities of art. It's not like mathematics, one is one and two is two. As long as you can connect with it, then you really have a mouth and you can say whatever you want, and as long as you speak with some control, you can still connect with the work itself, no matter how you are contacted. Then no one can tell you that you are wrong. After all, this is the special nature of art.
Listening to what Fan Keqin was talking about, if it had been anyone else, he might not have felt it, and it would have been boring. But Miss Tong liked Fan Keqin too much, so she became a little obsessed with him.
Fan Keqin saw this scene out of the corner of his eye and felt helpless. Unexpectedly, this had the opposite effect. Fan Keqin pretended to talk for a while, looked at Bai Fengtai opposite the desk and said: "There are several parts of the lyrics that I want to discuss with Zhang Xinyue. Is he here?"
Bai Fengtai said: "It should be there, but I didn't pay attention to it."
"Okay." Fan Keqin stood up and said, "Let's go take a look." After saying that, he turned to look at Miss Tong and said, "My dear, if not, you go back first, or do you wait here for me?"
After hearing this, Miss Tong glanced at her watch and said, "I'll wait for you for a while."
"I'm afraid you're hungry." Fan Keqin said, "No, you wait until six o'clock, I think it's almost time, and then we go to the French restaurant next door for a drink?"
"Okay." Miss Tong agreed with a smile.
"Okay." Fan Keqin said to Bai Fengtai, "Let's go."
While talking, the two people walked out of the office. There happened to be no one in the corridor, so Bai Fengtai handed Fan Keqin the small paper stick he had always hidden in his pocket. After the latter took it, he turned around and went in when passing by the toilet.
I came to the inner compartment, closed the door, unfolded the note and started reading. When he finished reading it all, he frowned a little. Because there really aren't any noteworthy clues in Li Yu's confession. But what about that guess... Can some articles be made about the ocean and the safe house that may not necessarily exist?
Thinking about this, Fan Keqin lit a cigarette. Then he lit the note on fire and threw it in the toilet when only a small corner was burned. I flushed the water and walked out.
The two people did not go to Zhang Xinyue, but directly entered Bai Fengtai's office. After entering the room and taking a seat, Fan Keqin said: "Almost all the clues that can be provided here are useless. The reason why I say almost is that it gave me an idea, whether that safe house can be used."
Bai Fengtai said: "Brother Heng, you are talking about the safe house that may exist in the ocean." After receiving Fan Keqin's affirmation, Bai Fengtai continued: "To know that Li Yuke first talked to the special agent of the Military Police Headquarters After the agency responded, there is no way he could have concealed this from the little devil’s secret service. So whether the safe house existed or not, it was Li Yu’s guess. I feel that the little devil’s military police headquarters secret service must also know about it. of.
And after knowing it, how can the little devil not investigate? Li Yu is still patrolling the streets today, which means that on behalf of the Military Police Headquarters, there may not be much to gain. "
"I know this." Fan Keqin said: "However, Li Yu's confession revealed a situation. That is the secret service directly under the Military Police Headquarters of the little devil..."
