Zhang Hong didn't believe it at first, but after the girl said her name, Zhang Hong believed it.

Zhang Xiyue.

This is the name of Grandma Zhang Hong.

The old Zhang family was also a scholarly family. As we all know, Grandpa Zhang Hong married into a marriage, which is the man whose real name was Wei Laisheng and whose name was changed to Zhang Laisheng after marrying into a marriage.

Grandma Zhang Hong is a single passerby, but she has a cousin, Zhang Yuanying's great-grandfather.

So, the two of them are really relatives.

But this relative is far enough away.

It turned out that after the little girl entered the bureau just now, she called her family after charging her mobile phone and said that she might not be able to catch up with the show.

Then her grandfather said she could go to Zhang Hong, one of the guest mentors of the show, and said that this was her eldest cousin.

She was embarrassed to say it just now, but now she has spoken out through thanks.

Zhang Hong believed it.

I have to believe this.

The name of the grandmother was also something he knew when he returned to his hometown some time ago that no one outside could know.

This girl can tell that she does have an elder and a great grandmother.

In addition, her surname is Zhang, there is nothing to deny.

As for lying...that she can prove it by asking grandpa for proof of such a thing, there is no need for her to lie.

Lin Muqing's expression eased a lot.

"Then I'll call you Xiaoying directly." Zhang Hong said with a smile, "Let's go for a meal together, I'll treat you to a good meal."

These little cousins ​​are also good.

And the little cousin's name is good.

The bitterness and spoilage reminds people of cherry blossoms.

But anyway, Zhang Hong’s hometown is not Fusang.

"No, no," Zhang Yuanying waved her hand, "Brother Hong, our students are going to live in the dormitory prepared by the program team. We have to start preparing now and can't go out for dinner. And..."

She smiled embarrassedly: "And if you are photographed, you are not very good to your cousin. I really want to rely on my strength. Cousin, don't treat me in particular, you must ask me more strictly."

Looking at the firm expression and eyes on her sweet face, Zhang Hong also smiled: "I understand, dreams, I support you."

Will he treat it special?

Of course not.

"Okay, then you go back and rest first." Waving your hand, watching the little girl bow and run away, Zhang Hong sighed, "This is youth..."

Lin Muqing next to him had a playful expression: "When I was twenty-five years old?"

"No." Zhang Hong glanced at her, "If I get old at the age of twenty-five, then you are not inferior to you at the age of twenty-four."

Tsk, after saying this, Zhang Hong's sense of urgency came.

This black and straight straight is twenty-four.

If you don't hurry up...

After cheering up, Zhang Hong said: "Let's go, I'll treat you to a meal, and you can help me with the staff song."

I heard that this black Changzhi is also professional in music, so I can refer to her opinions.

............

After dinner, he returned to the hotel and Zhang Hong entered Lin Muqing's house.

Didn't go to bed.

Didn't take off my clothes either.

The two of them simply sat at the table and communicated.

Lin Muqing turned his pen in his hand and spread a notebook in front of him, "You mean you want to write songs now, but are you not familiar with the score?"

Zhang Hong nodded, "It's not that I don't know the stalks, but mainly because I only have melodies, so it's more difficult to arrange them."

He just knows how to sing, but he can't arrange.

At most, it was a part of certain songs that impressed him with which instruments were used, so he could bring it up.

Others...forget it.

And although those songs lingered in his mind, they couldn't be sung directly.

He had to hum a melody first, and then wait until the music was made and followed the song before he could sing the lyrics in full.

Lin Muqing asked a soul-sense question: "Then the question is, how did you write the song?"

Zhang Hong had a serious expression, thought carefully, analyzed carefully, and then said: "Probably... is it a gift? Or is it because I am a time traveler?"

Lin Muqing rolled his eyes and raised his chin: "Then you sing. If you don't go out of tune, I'll try to write the score."

In her opinion, since Zhang Hong proposed it, it means that there are already songs and even lyrics in his mind.

I just want to help me with some advice.

Zhang Hong recalled and thought about what song to hum first.

As the "Little Jay Chou in Luocheng", his first reaction must be Jay Chou's song~

However, there are many classics in Jay Chou’s songs that are not suitable. After all, the Chinese country here is just a parallel world with the motherland in his previous life, and there are still many different places.

For example, "Narcuse" and "Ninja" are not very suitable.

The background of "The Bell in the Against Direction" does not match the Terraces.

"Dad, I'm Back" is not OK either.

After thinking about it, Zhang Hong started his performance.

"Ding~~~Ding~~Ding~~Ding ↘~~~Ding ↘~~~~La ↘~~~La ↘~~~La ↘~~~..."

He closed his eyes and beat his hands.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and was full of expectations: "How is it?"

Girl~ Be obediently conquered by my talent!

Lin Muqing: "..."

The only response to him was Lin Muqing's expressionless dead fish eyes.

Zhang Hong was shocked: "You can't even hear such a nice melody? You bought all the certificates!"

I can't bear it!

Can’t even hear the prelude to Jay Chou’s "Grandma"?

Lin Muqing had a blank expression on his face: "Did you write songs like this before?"

Zhang Hong was confident: "It's enough to have a guitar on "The Wind", and the songs behind them need to be arranged by big men. I just need to hum a melody."

As he said that, he glanced at Lin Muqing sideways: "How can people do it, but you can't?"

Lin Muqing: "..."

She resisted the urge to become the murderer and wrote as if she had been writing.

Soon, the simplified score of the whole song was written.

Handing it to Zhang Hong, she said lightly: "See what's wrong with it yourself."

Zhang Hong took the book and smiled: "So casual? That must be all wrong..."

He couldn't continue talking.

He really recognizes the score.

Then he hummed in his heart...

Isn't this exactly the same?!

He was shocked in an instant, and even started to stutter: "You are Zhou... Zhou Jielun?!"

"What a mess." Lin Muqing still had a expressionless face, but her hair-tightening action had already shown her inner pleasure, "Is there anything wrong?"

"No..." Zhang Hong cried.

Is this really a genius in the world who has absolute sound?

No! It must be because I, Mr. Zhang, didn’t get out of tune!

This shows that I, Mr. Zhang, is a real music genius!

Unexpectedly, I didn’t expect that in addition to being a genius director and a genius actor, I, Zhang Hong, is actually a music genius!

Lin Muqing's voice was soft: "Then what instrument does this song use?"
To be continued...