Chapter 937 (1/2)

At first, South Vietnam was able to write the moon in the mountains so quickly, not because it was really gifted and could write songs easily.

On the one hand, he got the guidance of Sheng Jingheng, on the other hand, he took a composition class while reading a book.

However, more importantly, the melody of the moon in the mountains was a melody she played casually a long time ago.

Some of the old and astringent tunes have been modified to become today's song, which is more suitable for modern ”moon in the mountain”.

At the end of the live broadcast, the pure melody version without lyrics was played.

South Vietnam had just recalled this melody in its mind and played it completely without change. It was the first time after returning to modern times.

Listening to the familiar and distant piano sound, it happened that it had just come out of the cultivation world. Nanyue only felt that the past memories flashed in his mind, and his fingertips could not help shaking.

This trembling is not a physical reaction, but from the yuan God. It seems that something is coming out of the fingertips and can't stop.

At the end of the song, Nanyue pressed the strings and directly looked up and said, ”teacher Sheng, give me paper and pen.”

Sheng Jingheng smelled the speech and, without saying a word, directly handed her a pen and an unfilled score.

Seeing that she didn't move her position, she lay on the shelf of her mobile phone and began to fill in the music score. Sheng Jingheng couldn't help shaking his head.

South Vietnam, while sketching on the music score, also plucked the strings from time to time to see if it was really smooth and pleasant as imagined.

The discerning man knew at a glance that she was writing a song.

But in the eyes of some viewers in the live studio, it is equivalent to a show.

Sheng Jingheng took her mobile phone to open the live broadcast, glanced at the bullet screen, and then said hello to her fans: ”the live broadcast is over, bye.”

With that, he turned off the live broadcast mercilessly and put down his mobile phone regardless of the request of the barrage.

The inspiration of this meeting in South Vietnam was just right, and his ears couldn't hear anything else. He threw himself into composing music.

Looking at her like this, I guess it's easy to write words.

Sheng Jingheng took a light action, sorted out the used musical instruments, and then opened the door to go out.