"There is a hard-working and brave shepherd in the beautiful Cocotuohai, and he falls in love with a..."

Huang Han didn't have to make up his own stories. He still used them as a pretext. He told a ready-made story.

Who knows, Huang Xin was not moved, and wondered: "This story is too ordinary, how can it make people cry? It is even less likely to move the world!"

"Uh! That's right! No matter what, this is the story. In two days, I will ask the public relations department of 'Full Power Enterprise' to find a tabloid reporter to use this story to write about the birth of this song!"

Because the story was not exciting, Huang Xin began to doubt the song. She reminded: "It's possible that the painting of a tiger is not the opposite of a dog!"

"Haha..., there is no such possibility. I have already composed a few lines and I will sing them to you."

"Okay!" Huang Xin looked suspicious.

After Huang Han got excited, he started playing the piano. After the prelude, the song sounded:

"The rain that night couldn't keep you, and the wind in the valley made me cry. The sound of your camel bell still seemed to be ringing in my ears, telling me that you had been here."

"Oh! It sounds so good. You are such a genius!"

"Well, what does it matter if the story is not good? As long as the lyrics can directly touch the heart. Sister, use your brain to continue."

"How to continue?" Huang Xin hummed the tune that Huang Han had just sung, and tried it many times. Then Huang Han decisively stopped when he heard the words about wanting to drink and be numb.

He said: "Sister, you are so talented. You are doing really well. It's so poor there! Farmers and herdsmen should make wine and drink it by themselves. Look, would it be better to write like this, 'I can't get drunk on the wine I make.'"

, but the songs you sang made me unable to get drunk."

"Wow, your change is a stroke of genius!"

"No prizes, no prizes, it's because your inspiration has infected me. Let's continue. Have you discovered that creation is actually not difficult? We already have several sentences."

Huang Xin looked at the lyrics that had been written down and thought they were really good. She became very excited and said, "Yeah! Yeah! Let's continue!"

Huang Han was not in a hurry and guided Huang Xin to think of lyrics. Once he found that a few words in Huang Xin's lyrics matched the real lyrics, he immediately stopped and told Huang Xin the correct lyrics to write down.

When it was close to noon, it was finally completed. Huang Xin read the lyrics she had written, with a look of disbelief on her face and said, "Did I really write this?"

"I've been playing the piano and didn't even hold a pen!"

"But why didn't I realize I was so talented before?"

"That's because you are low-key and don't like to show off."

"I, I didn't mean to be low-key! I've written a lot of lyrics before."

"You wrote it? Why didn't I know? Where is it? Show it to me quickly."

"I just wrote it for fun, and if I didn't like it, I tore it up without any reservations."

"It's a pity, it's really a pity. Maybe there is a better poem than this one!"

"Definitely not. If I had written something similar to this lyric before, I would definitely be reluctant to tear it up."

"Would you like to listen to your finished work again?"

"I miss you so much, hurry up and sing!"

"The rain that night couldn't keep you. The wind in the valley made me cry... Is it because of the beautiful Nalati or the apricot blossoms there that I can brew the sweetness you want..."

"Brother, what kind of song is this? It's so nice." A small frown came from the yard, and people arrived in a moment.

She also had to organize the rehearsal of the "Passionate Sanshui Party" this year, so she didn't have any rest during the summer vacation and went to the old auditorium of the Experimental Middle School to rehearse every day.

Teacher Qiu is sixty-three this year, and his health seems to be better than in previous years.

She is still exerting her spare energy, not only managing the "Sanshui City Public Welfare Office", but also guiding the students of Experimental Middle School and Experimental Primary School in rehearsals from time to time.

At least one-fifth of the funds for the construction of the North Street Cultural District came from donations from individuals and organizations, and Teacher Qiu played an important role.

Now Huang Qi is the only direct disciple of Teacher Qiu. His piano playing skills have already surpassed Huang Han by a few steps, and he is probably on par with Shen Xiaorong.

Seeing Huang Qian, who was already taller than his sister, Huang Han joked: "Hey! The great musician is back."

"Gee..., what you just sang was the new piece you prepared for Dad to attend the Spring Festival Gala?"

Huang Han pointed to the photos spread out on the table and said:

"Didn't my sister travel to Cocotuo Sea last year? I was inspired by those photos today and composed a song. I composed the music!"

"Ah! It's the work of you and your sister!"

Huang Xin also had a high IQ. She was not fooled by Huang Han and said with a smile:

"No, it was your brother who forced me to become a songwriter."

"Sister, what you say is a bit unrealistic! Don't forget that you are a member of the Communist Party!"

"Haha! What I say is to be honest!"

"If you haven't been to Cocotuo Sea, is it possible that I know that place where birds don't poop?

Without your discussion, how could I have completed this song?"

This sentence is somewhat convincing, because among Jiangsu people in the 1980s, there must be no more than one percent of people who knew that there was a place like Coco Tuohai in the world.

In fact, if it weren't for the song "The Shepherd of Keketuohai", even in 2021, not many people in Jiangsu would know about the place of Keketuohai.

This is just like the song "We Came to the Island of the Sun". It is an originally remote place with no places of interest, let alone famous mountains and rivers. Because this song is so popular all over China, too many Chinese people come here to visit it.

When Huang Han went to Harbin in 2001, the locals joked that if he didn't go to see Sun Island, he would be disappointed, but if he did, I'm sure you would be even more disappointed.

Of course, another twenty years have passed, and the development there should be very different!

Huang Qian, look at you, look at him, don't you understand what brother and sister mean?

Huang Xin said: "Okay! I admit it played a little role!"

"That's all right, Xiaoqian. Is there something wrong with you in judging that this song was co-created by my sister and I?"

"There must be nothing wrong with it! As a co-author, there is no need to calculate the proportion based on equity!"

"Okay, okay! I didn't deny that we were co-creators!"

The little frown said: "If you don't deny it, you are admitting it!"

"This is a very honorable thing! Why don't I admit it?"

"Haha..., that's right, Xiaoqian, go see if mom and dad are back? I want to sing this song to them."

"He's not back yet. I'm going to make a phone call in case dad has any social activities."

However, there was no need for Huang Qian to call. The sound of brakes had already been heard outside the courtyard door. After a while, Huang Daozhou entered the door, and his first words were:

"How's it going? Has the song been written?"

He kept remembering Huang Han's promise yesterday and rushed home as soon as he got off work today.

Huang Qian said: "I have written it. It is a masterpiece that will definitely become popular all over China. My brother is so talented."

Huang Han corrected him: "That's wrong. My sister is too talented, okay?"

"Yes, I was wrong, my sister is more talented!"

"Is it really written by Huang Xin?" Huang Daozhou looked suspicious.

Huang Han showed the completed lyrics and music to Huang Daozhou and said, "See for yourself!"

Huang Xin's handwriting was of course familiar to Huang Daozhou. He took the lyrics and read them over, praising: "It's wonderful! Hahaha..., my children, Huang Daozhou, are all great talents!"

Huang Qian flattered him and said: "Father is a hero, son..., daughter..."

Seeing that Xiaoqian couldn't organize his words for a while, Huang Han teased Menzi and said, "Dad is a hero, but my little daughter is a flatterer!"

"Dad, my brother is bullying!"

"He dares! I'm not a vegetarian with my fists! These lyrics are really good." Huang Daozhou had been reading the lyrics at this moment, and he read:

"The rain that night couldn't keep you. The wind in the valley made me cry. The sound of your camel bell still seemed to be ringing in my ears..."

"Why are you reading? Isn't there a score? Let's sing!"

"Looking at the music score, I don't feel it and I can't sing it!"

"Then I don't care. The price of writing songs is different from the price of coaching singing!"

"Dad, brother is teasing you again. I just heard him sing several lines, and they were really good."

"Okay! Do you still dare to take Joe?"

"How was Li Bai treated when he was drunk and frightened by barbarian books? Was it Yang Guozhong who polished his ink and Gao Lishi who took off his boots?"

"Haha..., so he will not end well. You must not learn from him!"

Huang Han gave a thumbs up and said! "Brilliant!"

"What a fart! Hurry up and sing for us!"

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait for mom to come back. Read the lyrics first. This is my sister's debut, and it will be a masterpiece that will become popular throughout the Chinese circle."

"Well! This is not bragging. In my humble opinion, this word is attractive enough!"

The little boy smiled happily and said, "Dad, don't be too clumsy with us. Hahaha..."

Zhang Fangfen arrived home soon, and Xiaoqian couldn't wait to pull her to the piano room.
To be continued...