"Flammable and Explosive"

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Flammable and explosive.

The title sounds like a rather restless song, even if it's a rap song.



"Not rap? Is that rock and roll?" Zhang Yiman asked.

"Not really." Han Jue pondered for a while and spoke.



Chen Ren's style is too difficult to define, it can be said that it is its own style, and it belongs to the kind that does not need to be explained and classified.

Han Jue wrote the lyrics and pondered for a moment from time to time.

Because the interpretation of the original work is different from the present, some lyrics have to be scrutinized, and some lyrics with vague memories have to be recreated.

The cameraman came in front of Han Jue and Zhang Yiman and pointed the camera at them.

Han Jue was right in front of the camera, sitting upright, like a non-reflective porcelain bottle, warm and silent.

The right hand wrote beautiful calligraphy like a cloud, and a strand of hair bent down, hanging calmly in front of his forehead.

Zhang Yiman sat next to him and pursed his mouth, looking at the focused Han Jue for a while, and the paper in front of Han Jue for a while.

The distance is close.

Zhang Yiman held Han Jue's shoulder with one hand, and his face was pressed against Han Jue's arm without a pen, like a kitten full of interest, his eyes full of surprise and curiosity.

The producers of Aidu were very eye-catching and did not come up to disturb.

The cameraman looked at him pitifully, occasionally gave him the lens, and the producer hugged his chest with his hands and looked at Zhang Yiman with a smile.

The director is simply sorry for his girlish heart if he doesn't do something.

So, the program team saw that the stitches stuffed two red halos on Zhang Yiman's cheeks, and there were pink clouds around them, and it didn't matter where the two protagonists' thoughts were placed at this time.

In short, it is forcibly handed out sugar.

While Han Jue was writing, the complete effect of the finished song was already ringing in his head, as if this unique song couldn't wait to appear in this world.

So the lyrics are written very rhythmically, little by little.

In the eyes of Zhang Yiman and fans, what is this?

It's a wellspring of inspiration.

And in the eyes of Han Hei, who still refuses to admit that Han Jue has creative ability, Han Jue is a proper 'enter the play'.

Gee, the performance template is a talented lyricist and composer, right?

Step by step

Big is not afraid of pulling eggs.

Han Jue quickly wrote it and held it in his hand with satisfaction.

After Han Jue finished writing, he smelled the faint dark fragrance next to him, and when he turned his head, he found that the silly girl was so close to him.

He watched the silly girl clinging to half of his body, immersed in the score, chanting words in his mouth, and did not notice how ambiguous the posture was.

So, he quietly put the paper on the table, then slowly pressed the lyrics, and moved diagonally above the end near the silly girl on the table.

Zhang Yiman was like a cat attracted by infrared light, his eyes followed the paper, stretched his neck, released his hand, locked the paper, and pounced.



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