It can be said that Peng Hui has completely become a model of hurt Zhongyong in the eyes of Mr. Li.

In other words, he thinks Peng Hui is floating.

Naturally, Peng Hui would not tell Mr. Li the reason, so it is normal for Mr. Li to misunderstand.

Since the "plug-in" is useless, Peng Hui has no choice at all.

How do you learn how to mix?

Since Mr. Li is unwilling to teach, it is impossible for other music teachers to teach him.

It's impossible to sign up for any class, right?

Mixing ......

Band Mix ......

Wait a minute!

A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind.

Band?

He just knows a band!

Peng Hui hurriedly went to the band's lead singer column with expectations.

After hearing Peng Hui's request, Zhu Zi gritted his teeth and smiled, "What are you doing learning this?"

"I was working on a movie recently and wrote a song, and because it was a song by one of the bands, I ......"

The pillar's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "The song of the band?"

Peng Hui noticed that others also looked over.

"yes. Peng Hui swallowed his saliva and nodded.

"Are you done? Zhu Zi smiled and said, "If it's a good song, this time it won't be your money." ”

I have to say that for Peng Hui, who broke a penny in half at this time, he was really moved.

But looking at the pillar that killed Matt, and then at the rest of the band, Peng Hui looked a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter? I didn't finish it, and I still look down on my brothers?" said the pillar with some displeasure.

"Brother Zhuzi, you misunderstood. Peng Hui said helplessly: "It's just that this song doesn't match your band's style." ”

"The style doesn't match? The band's songs still don't match the style? You show me it. The pillar said dissatisfied.

Peng Hui had no choice but to take out the score that had already been printed and handed it to the pillar.

At first, Zhu Zi was still unimpressed by Peng Hui's words.

Who is he?

He is also the number one person in the underground band!

Who doesn't give a thumbs up when they hear it?

The band song he can't sing, doesn't exist yet!

However, when the pillar really saw the song on the score, the whole person was stunned.

In the past, in his opinion, the band's songs were either death rock or soft rock.

In other words, the band is rock 'n' roll!

However, at this moment, looking at the beating notes on the score, the three views of the whole person of the pillar have been greatly impacted!

"This song ......" Looking at the various classical instruments marked on the score, the pillar only felt a tingling of his scalp.

Chinese orchestra?

In the past, it seemed to be a very nonsense band model in the eyes of the pillars, but in the case of such a song, it was completely destroyed!

A brand new door opened in his eyes.

On the other side of the door, there is a vast starry sky!

After coming back to his senses, the pillar asked eagerly, "This song...... Can you sing?"

"Uh- yes, yes, but not right now. Peng Hui pointed to his throat and smiled a little helplessly: "I used my brain too much a few days ago, and now I can't control my breath." ”

"That's it......" Zhu Zi glanced at the score again with some regret, and reluctantly returned it to Peng Hui.

"What song, are you interested?" the rest of the band was naturally surprised, and the drummer, who had a slightly hoarse voice, asked in surprise.

Although Zhu Zi likes to run trains with his mouth full, there is nothing to say about his strength, and their band is also famous because of this.

With the increase in popularity in the circle, the pillar's vision has also become tricky, and he is not even in the mood to take a look at ordinary songs.

However, now, he is interested in Peng Hui's children's songs, which naturally attracts the attention of others.

"Do you mind if they look at it?" The arrogance and scoundrels of the pillar have always been only for people who have no ability, but for people like Peng Hui who have real skills, the pillar seems to be very respectful.

Strength is respected, but it has always been the concept of underground bands.

"Yes. Peng Hui naturally hoped that his song would be seen by more people, so he nodded with a smile, and then gave the score to the pillar again.

"Here, look at this song. Zhu Zi took the score, held it in both hands, and said with a look of surprise.

A crowd gathered around.

"Oh my God! Folk + pop? What kind of rhythm is this?"

"Oh my god, there are so many lyrics in this one!

"Shhh......h Pengzi, you can do it. The drum kit exclaimed.

"Go, go, I haven't finished reading the old paper, you guys are going!" The pillar squeezed through the crowd, held the score in the palm of his hand, looked at it seriously, tried a few times, and finally had no choice but to give up.

This kind of music really doesn't match his previous band style, the songs are good songs, but they can't sing them.

If nothing else, it's just this word......

The pillar makes my scalp tingle when I look at it.

With so many words, it's hard to sing them down, but it's still a fast song, and it feels like a big head when you think about it.

"I know how to mix it, but I haven't been exposed to the genre of this song...... Zhu Zi finally gave up and turned to Peng Hui and said.

"It's okay, as long as I can figure out what's going on with the mix. Peng Hui said with a smile: "After all, I haven't practiced such a thing as mixing. ”

"Isn't Teacher Li too?" Zhu Zi asked strangely, "Why didn't you look for him?"

"I looked for it, but Mr. Li said that he didn't know. Peng Hui was a little helpless.

"Oh......" Although Zhu Zi knew that Mr. Li had mixed in the band when he was young, he naturally wouldn't tell Peng Hui about this kind of thing.

He is not a long-tongued woman.

Soon, the teaching began.

"There are a lot of professional terms and explanations of mixing, I won't repeat it, you can learn it by just getting a music textbook, to put it simply, I generally compare music to cooking, mixing is Chinese cuisine, it is a combination of various materials, that is, the sound of musical instruments, so as to give birth to a layered audio-visual feast! You can understand this explanation, right?" asked Zhuzi with a smile.

Peng Hui nodded in realization.

"So, you have to first make sure that the instrument that you want to express in a song, what exactly is it, let's take this song as an example. Pointing to Peng Hui's score, the pillar said.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and asked curiously, "What's the name of this song?"

"Name?uh...... I really didn't expect this. Peng Hui was a little embarrassed.

Personally, he has some difficulty in choosing a name, so the song really hasn't been named.

The name of "Red Zhaoyuan" is still because he had a nosebleed when he was in a coma, and the story of Wang Zhaojun was written, and finally it was a mixed name.

Yes, at the beginning, the origin of the name "Red Zhao Wish" was not elegant at all.

Even a little naïve.