When he got home, the kid Yan Zheng was indeed there.

"Sister, are you back? You have worked hard, drink water."

Yan Zheng still has long hair, wearing red flared pants, and a red sweater over his white shirt. He is as happy as a bridegroom.

Su Haitang's eyes were dazzled again, and he was speechless in his fashionable dress.

"Brother, tie your hair up, I look at my mother panicked."

Yan Zheng really untied a rubber band from his wrist and tied his hair into a low ponytail in twos or twos. His delicate face was exposed, which looked much pleasing to the eye.

"Sister, you don't understand the trend, but you don't have to dress up as a soldier, so you don't have to worry about it. If you are not tired, show your brother the newly changed song."

Yan Zheng handed over a stave, which was completely copied, and could not see that the content was such a manic and noisy hard rock.

Su Haitang couldn't drink the poured water for free, so he took it and glanced at it.

"The lyrics part needs to be revised. It's too drooling. The Chinese language is extensive and profound. You don't need to write Song Ci so antique, subtle and elegant, at least it must contain the beauty of the text, and it can't be like a **** cursing the street, and it will lower the style."

"The words and sentences need to be refined, and there must be outstanding memory points, especially the chorus, and there is no need to show off the text and pile up large sections of rhetoric, which looks empty and cumbersome."

"Just revolve around this sentence, we don't admit defeat, write a few strong and rhyming words, repeat it a few times like brainwashing, and the effect will come out."

Yan Zheng frowned, holding the lyrics to think about the few comments she just made, and retorted unwillingly.

"Our song was written for China Football. You don't understand football and you can't understand the mood of our fans."

"Although our football team lost in the Asian Games, our fans still want to express our support for them! We will not admit defeat and fight again in the next game!"

"This is the voice of our fans! Those pop songs that are sung by squeezing their throats can't express their effect at all!"

"What is rock and roll! Rock and roll is about being vigorous, angry, roaring, and venting! It's not about writing poetry."

Su Haitang stared at him with a faint smile, Yan Zheng's aura slowly fell, her mouth slumped and silent.

Su Haitang spread his hands and picked up his son bachelor.

"Our aesthetic styles are different, and if I insist on making amendments, I am afraid it will be changed into a four different image. Or just follow your ideas, and it will resonate in your circle. I am not good at this originally."

As soon as Yan Zheng heard this, he immediately changed his attitude and squeezed her shoulders diligently, just like a little **** who was waiting for others.

"Don't. My sister is wrong, and my brother is proud again. If you have any comments, you can criticize them, and I will accept them with humility."

Su Haitang was frightened by him, so he had to resort to diverting attention.

"Play the song beforehand. When the inspiration comes, it's best to do it in one go. I have something to ask you."

Su Haitang looked his eyes squarely, and asked every word, "What on earth did I have? Is it a blood problem?"

Yan Zheng's eyes began to dodge, and he stubbornly pulled out the score to escape.

"Don't I know, didn't you just go to the hospital, what did the doctor say? Well, I really got inspiration, I went back and changed the song."

Yan Zheng's clumsy escape excuse can't be concealed from Su Haitang, so he wants to cover it up.

She frowned slightly and did not stop him.

Speaking of this, this cousin really has a connection with her. The one who bought her melons at the train station in A city was Yan Zheng.

It's just that at that time, his eyes were dark and blue, and he had conflicts with talents, and she was not embarrassed to see her when he encountered the black history.

It wasn't until the incident of "Genius Singer" that rock fanatic Yan Zheng came to the house cheeky and frequently asked for advice, even if she explained that she was not the original "Tomorrow Will Be Better", it was useless.