Shen Huan was brushing the news and was working hard, and he remembered the sound of "jingle bell" at the door.

Shen Huan didn't like the way to knock the door outside and then shout his name so that the whole street could hear it—although most of the residents of Mingde Lane did.

So he bought a doorbell early to install it, so that he could hear it by just ringing the doorbell.

It's a pity that there is no money, otherwise you can install an intelligent access control system, and you can see who it is in the hall and decide whether to open the door or not.

Shen Huan put on his shoes and looked at the gap in the door, but there were two men.

One was dressed in a crisp suit, the other in jeans and a white shirt.

The man in the suit is about thirty or forty years old, and the man in the jeans is in his twenties and looks quite delicate.

"Who are you looking for?" Shen Huan opened the door and asked curiously.

Not to mention that it is daytime, even at night, Mingde Lane is not afraid of thieves, because as long as there is a shout, dozens of people are guaranteed to rush out to help.

And 100 meters away from Mingde Lane, there is a police station, which has been brightly lit all year round, and if a thief comes, I am afraid that he will be caught before he runs far.

When the two saw Shen Huan, the man in jeans was obviously stunned, and immediately became surprised.

The man in the suit had wide eyes, and there was a hint of urgent longing in his eyes.

Shen Huan frowned slightly, thinking to himself that I didn't meet Master Rabbit, right?

But the man in the straight suit quickly controlled himself, and he replied with a smile, "May I ask if you are Mr. Shen Huan?"

"I am. Shen Huan smiled, "There's no need to sell insurance, and no one in my family needs any financial products, as for the house, it must not be sold, no matter how much money it is." ”

The man in the straight suit smiled dumbly, "You misunderstood, my name is Ning Wu, and I used to graduate from Shanghai Opera." I am Brother Shui's junior brother and Zhu Mei's senior brother. This address of yours was told to me by Brother Shui after I asked Brother Shui. ”

"Oh, I said it earlier!" Shen Huan let go, "Come, sit inside!"

There is a small wooden table in the courtyard, and the bench is more simple, which is made of wood by Shen Huan's grandfather, which is not too high.

Ning Wu and the young man sat down, unable to straighten their knees.

"Come, there is no good tea at home, only some old tea near Longjing Village that my grandfather drinks on weekdays, and it tastes good. Shen Huan took out two cups of tea from the house and put them in front of them.

"You're welcome, Mr. Lu. Ning Wu nodded in thanks.

The young man in jeans next to him also nodded, but did not speak.

Shen Huan could see that he was not arrogant, nor was he dismissive, but purely introverted.

The young man in jeans looks very delicate, but he didn't expect to be so restrained and shy.

"Mr. Ning's accent is not from Lin'an, you must have something to do when you came to me from so far away, right?" Shen Huan sat opposite them, "Since you know Uncle Shui and Aunt Mei, then we are not outsiders, you can tell me something directly." What I can do, I will never shirk, and what I can't do, I will directly refuse. ”

Shui Qingshan can tell Ning Wu his address, then it means that he recognizes Ning Wu's person, and based on this alone, Shen Huan has nothing to hide.

Ning Wu didn't expect Shen Huan to speak so directly, and he didn't realize that he was dumb again: "Okay, Teacher Lu is quick to talk, and I'm not hypocritical...... This young man's name is Guan Yili, and he is my native of southern Fujian, who used to sing in a bar in Minzhou City, and then I signed it. I always felt that his voice had a quality, but I couldn't find a song that suited him, so I wanted to come to Mr. Lu Xiaofeng for advice. ”

Shen Huan looked at Guan Yili, and when he talked about himself, he was obviously a little cramped, and his eyes looked directly at the ground.

"Why don't you ask Mr. Guan to sing one of his best songs, and I'll listen to it?" Shen Huan suggested with a smile.

"Good!"

Of course, Ning Wu agreed, and instead patted Guan Yili's shoulder: "Xiaoli, sing your best song! Teacher Lu Xiaofeng, this is a rare opportunity!"

"I sang a song by the queen Zhou Jing's "Rain in the West Mountain". Guan Yili finally spoke at this time, he stood up, bowed to Shen Huan and said, "Please correct Teacher Lu." ”

After speaking, he brewed a little, and then lit up his voice with "ahhhh

"The hills in the west are raining, and I don't know the distance, looking forward to the poetic ...... in the rain."

"Drifting Rain in the West Mountain" is one of Zhou Jing's masterpieces, although it was a work more than ten years ago, it still sounds soft and moving, making people feel in the whole artistic conception of light rain.

It can be seen from this song that Guan Yili is definitely not singing about the lively bars that young people like on weekdays, but the kind of bars that middle-aged people who prefer to be comfortable and leisurely.

As soon as he opened his voice, Shen Huan was shocked.

Eggs!

Isn't this very similar to the voice of Prince Zhang in a love song?

There is a tossing and turning in the softness, as soft as a woman, but every word is so accurate and clear.

Although there is no treble part in "Raining in the West Mountain", with his breath being so long, the treble will not be bad.

It's just that Prince Zhang's voice is really wasted to sing Zhou Jingyuan's songs.

He should go straight to the high notes, to sing that kind of fast-paced tender love song.

Of course, if there are no good songs, no songs made specifically for him, it will definitely not work, and it will definitely become a Dong Shi imitation.

After a song, Guan Yili looked at Shen Huan a little nervously, hoping that he could say something.

Guan Yili is not very bold, and he is very shy, but he is not arrogant at all, but because he is constantly beaten, he is ridiculed for his voice as if he is a woman, so he has some inferiority complex in his heart.

Therefore, for Shen Huan, who was obviously younger than himself, he did not have the slightest contempt or doubt in his heart, only awe.

A song like "Straw Hat Song" is definitely not something that ordinary people can write, and a songwriter can write such a song in his life, which is enough to comfort his life.

Shen Huan didn't comment first, but said, "Will you sing Meng Yang's "Won't Leave"?"

"Yes!" Guan Yili first agreed, and then said embarrassedly: "Teacher Lu, I don't sing this song with a taste......

"It's okay, let's sing!" Shen Huan waved his hand.

"Good!"

Guan Yili, who sang a song, also let go a little, and he continued to sing.

Meng Yang's songs are very testing of singing skills, and the vigorous handling of the treble is a must.

But Guan Yili's treble area is not majestic, it is clear and a little sharp, and singing Meng Yang's song is not that meaning.

In Shen Huan's feeling, it is like a female singer singing "Won't Leave", although it is not so sharp that it is broken, and it is not too ugly, but the two artistic conceptions are completely different.

It's like a light Cantonese chef who asks him to cook spicy and fragrant Sichuan cuisine.

Mismatched.