If you want to show that you sing poorly, you don't need to hesitate at all, just sing a song, and you can't hide such a thing as singing skills.

The problem with Han Jue's hesitation is that he doesn't know what song to sing.

When Han Jue was thinking about what song to sing, all that appeared in his mind were the songs he had heard in his previous life, and he almost blurted out and sang them. Fortunately, he held back, he felt that something was wrong, so he hesitated.

Since he hesitated, it means that he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

In his previous life, he was a creative person, and he especially believed in such a thing as feeling. His girlfriend also said that his illness was that he cared too much about feelings, and he was eventually mistaken by feelings for a lifetime.

Han Jue responded with a smile, there was a word [Jue] in his name, but he didn't dare to forget his roots.

So every time his feelings jumped out, Han Jue would attach great importance to it.

Now he felt that it was inappropriate to sing the songs of his previous life, even if he couldn't figure it out now, then Han Jue still believed that intuition was a quick judgment tempered by thinking thousands of times. Believe in yourself.

"Sing...... What are you singing?" Han Jue's tongue turned before he didn't say the name of a song.

"Ask you. What will you do?" Zhang Yiman had been completely distracted.

Except for the songs of the previous life, the non-rap songs of this life, Han Jue has never heard a few, and he didn't remember the ugly ones he heard before, but when he listened to some golden songs in this life, he didn't feel sensitive to music at that time, unlike now, so what he remembered was intermittent.

Han Jue scratched his head and couldn't think of a song from this world. They all plan to sneak around, and then hurry to the computer to listen to a song and come back.

Otherwise, it's too strange to sing all the songs that belong to this world.

Fortunately, Han Jue finally remembered that he had heard a song today.

"Sing the song you sang on the show that afternoon?" Han Jue said.

"Will you?" Zhang Yiman said curiously.

I have to say that some of the behaviors and habits left over from Han Jue's predecessor can slowly, almost every once in a while, allow Han Jue to experience what the so-called [open life] is like. And the more Han Jue used this body, the more places he was affected and changed.

Just like today, when Han Jue listened to Zhang Yiman's first singing, he memorized the tune and lyrics. Not to mention that I thought the information was hidden in the lyrics later, so I listened to it more seriously. When Han Jue first came to this world, this ability was not so sensitive.

So as long as Han Jue remembers it a little now, Zhang Yiman's song is still in his ears and his memory is still fresh.

"Not necessarily, I'll try my best......" Han Jue was obviously very sure, but he was still traditional and modest.

Showing his singing level so seriously in front of others, Han Jue felt weird. Especially the person listening on the other side looked like he was waiting for him.

He didn't sing much in front of his girlfriend in his previous life, and now he finally twisted and pinched it.

But this life is a star, to overcome it, don't be afraid! There is no courage without fear.

Han Jue plucked up his courage, pondered, and cleared his throat.

"Don't clear your throat too often, it's not good for your throat. Zhang Yiman had already begun to assume the identity of a teacher, and calmly pointed out.

"Poof......" Han Jue's courage that he had finally gathered immediately leaked out.

“…… Good. Han Jue rubbed his face.

After Han Jue pondered again, he closed his eyes and sang softly.

"If my wish comes true, let me bear all the grie......f for you," Han Jue sang, and every vibration in his throat was transmitted through the microphone to the other end of the phone.

"Ah......h

Han Jue vaguely heard Zhang Yiman's soft cry while singing, but after listening to it for a while, he didn't hear Zhang Yiman speak, so he continued.

[Could it be that he sings too well?] Han Jue was a little proud.

After singing the first sentence, the mentality in the back was much better, and Han Jue felt that he was about to enter the state.

"I can still endure this level of pain, and the brush that paints the future ......"

"Uncle. Zhang Yiman interrupted calmly.

"Huh?" Han Jue opened his eyes on the other end of the phone, puzzled.

"You're singing so badly. Except for the sound of good, it's useless, I trust you. Zhang Yiman said with a smile.

Han Jue was unhappy!

"Why don't you suspect that I deliberately sang so badly?" Han Jue felt that this stupid girl was simply too faceless, what was wrong with learning, learning to tell the truth by herself, it was too bad.

"Uncle, you are too layman, to make a person who sings well sing like you, uncle, the difficulty is simply more difficult than to sing better, four and six times. Zhang Yiman explained with a smile.

"Come on, come on, tell me how the four .six times are calculated. Han Jue's face was indifferent, he felt that he was being teased by a stupid girl, which was a great shame. At the same time, I feel ashamed of my narcissism.

"Hee-hee. Maybe this song is too difficult, uncle, do you want to sing it again?"

Hee-hee, you're big.

"I haven't listened to much of the other songs, I'll only do this one. Besides, it's been proven repeatedly that it's too cruel for me to sing poorly. Han Jue said helplessly. He had come to terms with the fact that he sang poorly, and there was no need to do secondary damage.

"Give you a chance to prove yourself. ”

"Don't sing, don't sing, anyway, you believe me now. When will Teacher Xiaozhang teach me to sing? Also, you have to continue to teach me the guitar, I think you teach very well and are very responsible. Han Jue changed the subject.

"Hehe, is it? Really? I also think that you are very perceptive and will be a good student, uncle!" Zhang Yiman's attention was focused on [teaching well] and "being very responsible".

"Wherever you are, that's what you teach well. ”

"No, no, if I teach well, my uncle must learn well. Zhang Yiman happily cooperated back and forth, like the old farmer uncle she saw in the TV series who was praised by the mayor.

“…… Let's skip the flattery. Han Jue proposed expressionlessly.

If he continues to play, he won't be able to stand hanging up the phone.

"Hey, hey. Zhang Yiman smiled like the person who cried just now was not her.

In the end, the two agreed on a self-study theory course in singing, and hung up the phone.

Han Jue sat back on the sofa and picked up the guitar again.

According to his forgetfulness of sleep and food in the past few days, he can roughly analyze the melody in his mind bit by bit like a formula.

Han Jue held the guitar, pondered for a while, and then plucked the strings.

According to the melody in my memory, I played "Little Star" first, and then "Two Tigers".

Han Jue was very satisfied, basically the same as he had in his impression. I feel that I have made great progress, and I must have popped up "Hotel California" or something, and it will be in the near future.

Then Han Jue began to sharpen his knives against the ordinary pop songs in his mind, and he was eager to try.

It's just that when he doesn't play it a few times, it gets more and more jerky, and sometimes he gets stuck in a detail and tries it several times with different notes. Even some vague places, he had to piece them together and fill them up by himself.

Stumbling and playing made Han Jue want to fall on the piano. The melody floating in my head just doesn't fall on the strings.

Dysphoria.

[Fortunately, I didn't get an axe in front of professionals.] Han Jue was glad that he didn't sing the song of his previous life in front of Zhang Yiman just now. Let's not talk about the risk of the melody being stolen, although the silly girl looks stupid, Han Jue is still not so easy to take out these biggest secrets to test someone.

Just talk about the perspective of creation. You have such mature lyrics and songs, but you can't play them, what's going on?Where is the creative process of inspiration, semi-finished products, and samples?

If you say that you are original, you will be ridiculed.

Han Jue shouted, fortunately, he resisted the desire to pretend to be b in front of the natives of this world.

In numerology metaphysics, there is a word called virtue is not matched, and there will be disaster.

Han Jue thinks that the things in his memory from his previous life are his most valuable assets, and that's right. But before there was no way to control those things, those things suddenly appeared in this world, which would only bring trouble to Han Jue.

Now there is not much time left for Han Jue!

Then, continue to practice step by step.

Han Jue picked up the guitar and continued to practice at the video.

……

Zhang Yiman, who hung up the phone on the other side, was lying in a room full of pink girl's heart, holding a husky doll, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling and thinking about something.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't seem to think about anything clearly, so I could only toss and turn on the big bed, which was very painful.

Then after taking turns tossing the dolls on the bed, finally, Zhang Yiman sat up with a carp.

Throw yourself next to your phone, open the search page, and type:

[From Monday to Sunday].

Eyes sparkle.