Ome Rhapsody

In the following days, Jiang Yu almost worked behind closed doors for half a month, and finally finished composing the song, recorded it and handed it over to Yang Ke.

The past half month was not easy. In order to get closer to the depressed state of the protagonist in the movie, Jiang Yu watched a lot of negative news, stories, and tragic movies. Only by immersing himself in that emotion can he create the most perfect melody.

This is a big difference between modern music and classical music. Classical music seems to be carefully crafting a work of art, requiring skills to ensure that every detail is carefully portrayed.Modern music, on the other hand, pays more attention to the expression of one's own emotions and the tension of the music, and the technique is more of a basis and auxiliary. Such music can make people empathize, even people who don't understand music at all can feel it.

It took Jiang Yu a long time to figure out the way.

One night, Jiang Yu couldn't recover from his depressed emotions. When he was sleeping, he covered his eyes under the quilt, but the tears kept flowing, which frightened Tang Yue a lot.

Tang Yue kissed and hugged and joked, and told interesting stories about the students he had taught, finally making Jiang Yu laugh.

Looking at Jiang Yu's crying and smiling face, he wiped his tears with a tissue and asked softly, "Is it worth the hard work?"

His voice was very low, and he didn't know whether he was asking Jiang Yu or himself.

Jiang Yu said in a nasal voice, "Of course it's worth it. I love my job and can do what I like. I'm already the luckiest person in the world."

"Even if you are hacked, even if you sometimes have a nervous breakdown?"

Jiang Yu seemed a little surprised: "How do you know I was hacked?"

"I...saw it by accident on the Internet a few days ago."

"Don't worry about those, I'm already invulnerable." Jiang Yu shrugged, "Those people used to scold much more than they do now."

"before?"

"Well, when I decided to switch from classical music to modern music at the age of 18, I was scolded for several years." Jiang Yu skipped that time lightly, as if it was such a trivial matter not worth mentioning.

But it is so easy to abandon the past achievements, leave the comfort zone and take a road that is almost equal to starting again.

Tang Yue couldn't imagine how much pressure Jiang Yu, who had just grown up at that time, was under.

"What about your parents?"

"My dad followed me, but my mother didn't support me. At that time, only my teacher understood me, but he was also an orthodox classical pianist. He just understood but didn't support me, because he said that he couldn't help me with the path I took. .”

"You have a very good teacher."

"Yeah, I have always considered myself very lucky. I have also always believed that only by choosing what I like can I truly feel happy. I can pay all my efforts and price for this." Jiang Yu said very seriously.

Tang Yue has seen many geniuses and child prodigies, and they all have one thing in common, that is, pride and humility.

They will be proud of their achievements, but when they encounter problems they don't understand, they are modest and cautious, and they will take them seriously and overcome them.

The most precious thing is that they always follow their hearts.

Why did he choose classical literature in the first place?Why choose an unpopular research topic?

He and Jiang Yu seemed to be taking two paths.

One seems to be full of flowers and brocades, and the other seems to be uninhabited.

But in fact, it is all a road, it is just the direction of the heart.

Then what kind of choice should he make himself, why is there any hesitation?He really lived and returned.

"Fool, you will feel happy not because you are lucky, but because of your hard work and strength, you are worth it." Tang Yue put his forehead against Jiang Yu's and looked into his eyes tenderly.

You deserve all the flowers and applause, because you worked hard to level every thorn and cross every obstacle.

"Xiao Yu, you are really good." Tang Yue gently kissed Jiang Yu's eyes, gently licking away the remaining tears, "But in the future, don't cry."

"I will feel bad."