The lyrics Qin Qiejian sent were about the love story of a tragic king.
The content of the lyrics was grand and magnificent, expressing the king's struggle to balance his country, his kingdom, and the one he loved.
"Sister-in-law, do you think it's okay?"
Qin Qiejian was also a little anxious. The lyrics were very well written, but precisely because the emotions expressed were too complex, it was difficult to compose a suitable melody.
The grandeur and power were hard to capture the king's iron will and tender heart, while the lingering tenderness was hard to convey the king's sense of righteousness.
Zhao Xianjun's ability to compose music was not weak, but even with this lyric, he couldn't come up with a melody. He had wanted to ask Huo Rou before, but Zhao Xianjun had rolled his eyes and only said, "I'm too troublesome. How can I have the nerve to ask her again?"
Zhao Xianjun had his principles. Unless Huo Rou主动 asked him for a melody or lyrics, he would trouble Huo Rou at most four times a month. Any more, he would rather let things fall through than bother Huo Rou in the slightest.
This might also be the reason why he could maintain a long-term relationship with Huo Rou.
Huo Rou frowned and looked for a while, then softly hummed a short melody.
The fast-paced beginning was like a battlefield, as if one could see with their own eyes the king's arduous journey and the suffering of his people. There was blood and tears, hardship and struggle.
Even Su Nianzhu's eyes lit up as she looked over.
Huo Rou's voice was soft, but in the silence of the room, the chaotic battle spirit spread with the melody.
Anan looked proud and said, "Grandma, isn't my mommy amazing?"
Su Nianzhu nodded in a daze. She was so surprised that she could barely speak.
Because of Qin Qiejian's work, she had heard many songs. Accompanying Liu Yuxiu and Grandpa Liu, she had also heard all sorts of classical music.
Having been influenced for many years, she could naturally hear the passionate fighting spirit in the melody gradually transforming into gentle tenderness.
Even though Huo Rou was just humming softly, she could still hear the feeling the song wanted to express.
This was a refined emperor fighting on the battlefield, forced by righteousness to pick up the sword he least wanted to wield to protect his people, stained with the blood he least wanted to shed, bathing in the battlefield's gore.
He was protecting not just the kingdom, but also her who existed within it.
With a sword in hand, his heart was full of longing.
As the melody reached its end, everything seemed to turn to dust, vanishing into thin air.
It was unclear whether the king had died on the battlefield or his lover had remarried someone else...
Only a vast, peaceful world remained.
After Huo Rou hummed it once, everyone dared not speak, afraid of disturbing this hard-won tranquility.
"We might need to consider the instrumentation," Huo Rou said, rubbing her knuckles on her lips, a little hesitantly. "The guzheng isn't enough."
As soon as she spoke, everyone returned to reality.
"Little Qin, what are your lyrics like?" Su Nianzhu couldn't help but ask. She was extremely curious about what kind of lyrics would match such a melody.
Liu Yuxiu looked at Huo Rou with admiration.
Many of the current songs were beyond the appreciation of the elders like them. Fast rhythms gave them headaches.
But Huo Rou's melody, although fast-paced, was something she could listen to and feel the emotions within.
She also wanted to know if her own feelings were correct. "Little Qin, quickly, let Grandma see the lyrics too? It feels strange without lyrics when Little Rou sings it like that."
Qin Qiejian stared blankly at Huo Rou, not hearing his mother and grandmother's calls.
"Sister-in-law," he took a deep breath. "You're too amazing!"
Although Huo Rou's voice was sweet, which shouldn't have matched this melody, the momentum she displayed while humming was completely different.
"Why don't you come work for our company?" Qin Qiejian immediately tried to poach her. "Sister-in-law, with your pitch and vocal characteristics, you'll definitely become famous. You might even earn more than my brother then."
He said with conviction, "Really!"
Huo Rou didn't expect her casual hum to turn her into a future star in the entertainment industry.
Qin Ningyi glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "So, my brother, who is already a popular singer, how much have you earned?"
Qin Qiejian's attempt to poach was immediately extinguished. He really couldn't compare.
He listlessly handed his phone to Su Nianzhu. "Mom, these are the lyrics."
After reading the lyrics, everyone admired Huo Rou even more.
"Little Rou, you're so amazing at composing!" Liu Yuxiu looked at her with surprise and joy.
Her grandfather would definitely like this kind of music! Home and country, it fit that old man's tastes.
"Can you sing it again?" She held her phone, intending to record it for the old man to hear.
Huo Rou didn't expect her casual humming to be so liked by the old lady, but she wasn't particularly fond of singing herself. "Let my brother sing it."
Qin Ningyi quickly supported her suggestion. "It's his song, let him sing it."
He glanced at Qin Qiejian, who was frantically tapping on his phone. "Qin Qiejian, did you remember it?"
"Of course, I remembered it!" Qin Qiejian's musical talent was not to be trifled with. He could perfectly replicate it after listening once. "But, sister-in-law, can you sing it again?"
He no longer harbored any vain hopes. When someone was absolutely brilliant, being in the wrong position could easily scare oneself. His brother was more suited to Huo Rou's dazzling presence.
He now genuinely felt like Huo Rou's younger brother, smiling obsequiously and even acting spoiled. "I want to learn that feeling."
He could already see himself becoming a sensation.
The thought of him singing this song made his heart surge with excitement.
Huo Rou chuckled. "I'll send you the demo when I get back, the piano version."
She often did this, and it wasn't difficult. Besides, Qin Ningyi had already moved all her guzheng instruments to Yuchang City.
Qin Qiejian, upon hearing that Huo Rou was going to send him a demo, and thinking of Huo Rou's god-like guzheng skills, his eyes lit up. "Grandma's study has many musical instruments, why don't sister-in-law..."
This shameless persistence was truly unlike Qin Ningyi's brother.
Liu Yuxiu was very fond of guzheng music. Hearing Qin Qiejian's suggestion, she couldn't help but get excited, but she had to respect Huo Rou's wishes and looked at her for a decision.
There was still some time before lunch. Seeing the hopeful eyes of the elders, she nodded in agreement.
She would consider it a gift to the elders, to make them happy.