Chapter 403: song? I have it

"Then what do you do now? Go to compose a song?" Ye Hao looked at Song Xiaoyue's closed door.
Ning Yawen shook her head and said unwillingly: "Impossible. It takes at least several months to compose a piece of music. We only have a few days left, and it is impossible to write it!"
"And it's even more difficult to get a high score in the game."
Zhao Yanting said to the side: "Is there any other way? Xiaoyue has put in a lot of effort for this! That...Miss Ning was not an instrumentalist before, are there any unannounced tracks..."
It may be the only way to play the unannounced tracks.
"Although I have made some achievements in instrumental music before. But I am not good at composing music, and my senior sister is just the opposite. She has some accomplishments in composing music." Ning Yawen said dejectedly.
Ye Hao thought for a while, and he looked at Ning Yawen: "Sister Yawen, is it okay to have an unannounced track?"
"Yeah. But where are we going to find such a track now. Moreover, people willingly transfer the track to us." Ning Yawen has nothing to do.
In her opinion, this instrumental music contest has been lost.
Even if Song Xiaoyue can achieve very good results in the first two items, but if the third item is not good, it will be difficult for her to beat her sister and apprentice.
"Tracks. I have them."
Ning Yawen widened her eyes suddenly and looked at Ye Hao in disbelief. She said in surprise, "What did you just say?"
"I have the repertoire. There should be no problem in quality." Ye Hao said calmly.
He walked to the door of Song Xiaoyue's room and knocked on the door.
There is no answer inside.
He continued to knock on the door: "Song Xiaoyue, do you still want to participate in the instrumental music competition in the future."
There is still no sound inside.
"Don't you want your sister to look at you, surprised and proud of you!" Ye Hao shouted into the house.
After a while, the door was opened.
Song Xiaoyue was standing at the door, with an obviously bad face.
It may be because of the game, or it may be because of Song Ying.
"Now we don't even have a track for the competition, what will I win!" Song Xiaoyue bit her lip, her eyes a little gray; "Moreover, Teacher Ning had made a bet with that Tian Dongling before, if... if I lose."
bump
Suddenly her head hurts, and her brain collapsed suddenly by Ye Hao.
Song Xiaoyue clutched her head, she glared at the man in front of her: "Why are you hitting me? It hurts, don't you know?"
"You still know the pain. You think you have lost before the game starts?" Ye Hao smiled lightly, and walked into Song Xiaoyue's room.
"Without a track, how can I win!" Song Xiaoyue shouted out of control.
"I will give you no tracks! But based on the way you are now, do you think you can win. You don’t even believe that you can win. You will win. The strong, no matter what The confidence to win."
Ye Hao found the violin from Song Xiaoyue's house and walked out.
"Listen there for me." Ye Hao walked to the middle of the living room, picked up the violin, and put the bowstring on it.
The posture is perfect.
At this time, Su Xiaoxiao also heard the sound of the dispute coming out of the house, and she saw Ye Hao standing there holding the violin.
Just when she was about to speak, the long sound of the piano came out of Ye Hao's hands.
The note seemed to have pressed the mute button in Su Xiaoxiao's words, making her instantly forget what she was trying to say.
Sometimes calm, sometimes brisk, sometimes crazy.
In Ye Hao's melody, everyone seemed to see a sea, an endless sea.
Seeing it as plain as a mirror, it was like a world that stopped completely.
Then a breeze blew away, and a wave of ripples floated on the lake, like a floating picture scroll.
After that, the world changed, the sea began to roar, and the sea began to roll.
After the madness, the sea was calm again.
End of the song!
Ye Hao breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
He saw Song Xiaoyue and the others standing there with dull expressions, but Su Xiaoxiao fell asleep on the sofa without knowing when.
"How about this piece for Song Xiaoyue as a competition piece?"
Ning Yawen swallowed, she looked at Ye Hao blankly: "This...this piece of music is you...you compose it yourself?"
Ye Hao nodded without hesitation.
This song is a reward given to me by the previous system.
Blue sea.
Because it was something that the system gave him, it was already Ye Hao's thing in his own mind, and Ye Hao could play this piece perfectly.
"I didn't expect that not only did you perform well in instrumental music, but also compose so well." Looking at the young man in front of her, Ning Yawen felt a little bit self-conscious.
"Sister Yawen joked. We said business. There should be no problem with Song Xiaoyue's instrumental music competition." Ye Hao asked.
Ning Yawen nodded vigorously: "This tune is elegant, from static to dynamic, divided into three levels. It is very good, and the long melody from the beginning attracts the listener to indulge."
"At the climax, it seems that everyone is in the roaring sea."
Ning Yawen admired her, her eyes a little blurred. As an instrumental musician, the happiest thing is to enjoy a wonderful song.
"Ye Hao. What is the name of this song?"
"Bihai."
Ye Hao put down his violin, walked to the side, picked up a pen and paper, and said while writing, "Now I will write the repertoire. You will get in touch with Song Xiaoyue in these two days."
"Wait...wait." A trembling voice came.
Ye Hao raised her head questioningly, and Song Xiaoyue was looking at herself with a complicated look there.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with this song?"
Song Xiaoyue's two hands were entangled there, showing that she was very confused at the moment.
"You... are you really sure that you want to give me this piece of Bihai? You know, I want to use this piece as a competition piece to participate in the competition. Then everyone will only know that this piece belongs to me?" Song Xiaoyue stared at Ye Hao, biting her lip.
"That's it, it's okay. Then write your name on the composer." Ye Hao seemed to be saying something normal.
Song Xiaoyue rushed to Ye Hao and grabbed the paper in Ye Hao's hand.
"Have you figured out that this piece of yours is very good, it can even be said to be a super first-class piece. Whether you play it yourself or sell it to the producer, you can achieve great results.
"And a piece of music is his life for a musician, but... but you want to give me such a piece now? But you can't leave a trace on it, are you willing!"
Song Xiaoyue shouted.
Ning Yawen on the side was silent. Although she was not good at composing music, she also knew those friends who wrote music, those composers who treated their music like their own children.
Who would be willing to give to others the tunes he has written so hard, and in the name of the other person. Isn't this just giving others the chance to become famous?