Gao Qingsong once said a sentence, and Zhang Xiaojian thought so.

He said: "What needs to be insisted on is not a dream, if it is really a dream, you don't feel the need to insist on it at all, you will enjoy it, you will do it naturally, and even this thing is your life." ”

Gu Jiahan, who has a big appearance, is obviously such a person.

More than ten years of hard work did not make her give up, but she enjoyed it and disagreed, this is her strength.

Zhang Xiaojian is a very soft person and is also very rich.

So he was happy to help Gu Jiahan, so it was not a joke for him to say not only to buy these songs, but also to sing them tomorrow.

Gu Jiahan knew that buying a song didn't matter to a hero like Zhang Xiaojian, and even the price could be set by her.

But tomorrow I will sing these songs..... No, Brother Little Swords, are you sure you won't continue your "Sailor" and "The Sea"?

So, Zhang Xiaojian saw the questioning eyes of everyone in the band, including Gu Jiahan.

Well, it's time to show your true skills!

Opening the system page, Zhang Xiaojian saw the dazzling points number after a previous trip to the magic capital.

Skill books are ten times cheaper than growth fruits, and special skill books for music classification are cheaper.

Zhang Xiaojian instantly increased his music theory to 100 full value, and looking at the remaining large number of points, he smiled evilly: "I'll see how you write these songs." ”

Everyone's expressions are even more weird, big brother, can you read the score?

Of course, they don't know that Zhang Xiaojian can now understand not only the score, but also the structure of the song.

To put it more broadly, there should be few people in the Chinese music scene who have more knowledge of music theory than him, although he has not created any creations himself, but this does not prevent him from being able to understand the good and the bad.

Then Zhang Xiaojian began to pick up the sheet music posted on the wall in a fake way and looked at it carefully.

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There was a mouse in the warehouse who walked slowly not far from Zhang Xiaojian, shook his tail, and showed off his might, as if to say, boy, can you really understand?

The same is true of Gu Jiahan and others, who have the same idea as this mouse who has been influenced by music for a long time.

Until Zhang Xiaojian pointed to a sheet of music and said: "I think it would be better to change this song to C key." ”

Gu Jiahan and the others frowned, but Zhang Xiaojian said again: "You try, come, start now." ”

Well, today you are the uncle, you say.

The guitarist is in place, the drummer is in place, the bassist is in place, the lead singer is in place, and "Leaving Jiangcheng" in C key is played.

From the first beat given by the drummer, everyone quickly showed their professionalism and changed the song that was originally in the key of E to C.

And then, and then they found out that the song was a little different...

As for the difference, it is difficult to say clearly, especially after Gu Jiahan opened his mouth to sing, Zhang Xiaojian instructed on the side: "Don't sing too sadly, sing with a little more free and easy." ”

Gu Jiahan subconsciously relaxed a little, so the whole song suddenly had an uninhibited sense of leaving, comfortable and natural, compared to the previous emotional concentration must have decreased a lot, but it is more ear-catching.

The crowd was a little surprised.

Zhang Xiaojian picked up the microphone at this time: "Come, follow me again." ”

The music started again.

Zhang Xiaojian sang: "Walking and walking, the sky will be bright, drinking and drinking and waking up again, look at the road when you came, a few light years away from the past..."

As soon as Zhang Xiaojian, whose singing attributes were already full, spoke, everyone was stupid.

His bass is full and magnetic, and the ease and naturalness in his tone can be felt.

So, the drummer Dongdong, who was excited to hear the song, beat a little faster...

Zhang Xiaojian immediately stopped and looked at Dongdong: "Dongdong, it's fast, you can just slow down for half a beat." ”

This was originally an extremely slight mistake, when he was in the bar before, of course Zhang Xiaojian couldn't hear this, especially on the day when he sang the most ugly, the whole band kept making mistakes, and he didn't find out...

And now, he can hear it even if it's half a beat?

Gu Jiahan looked at Zhang Xiaojian and had to exclaim: "Brother, are you a monster?"

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Monsters indeed.

If other bands first met Zhang Xiaojian here, they would only think that he must be a great god, not a newcomer.

But Gu Jiahan and her band are acquaintances who were tortured by Zhang Xiaojian in the bar.

They listened to Zhang Xiaojian's heartbreaking, incomplete singing, and almost had the idea of giving up their music dreams at that time.

It's only been a long time, Zhang Xiaojian not only has the ability to sing MAX, but also can even put forward a lot of particularly constructive suggestions.

Those songs that Gu Jiahan couldn't sell before, when they came to his hands, the style changed, the tune changed, and it seemed that they had been completely reborn.

What a terrifying rate of growth?

No, this is the magician of music!

However, this is the tip of the iceberg of Zhang Xiaojian's horror.

What he did next made Gu Jiahan and the band almost kneel on the ground to worship.

Gu Jiahan not only has more than 300 pages of paper on the wall, but also a broken box with thousands of papers inside, all of which are things she has written over the years.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at them one by one, and every comment hit the nail on the head.

When Gu Jiahan and the band members marveled at why Zhang Xiaojian was so strong, Zhang Xiaojian was also amazed at why Gu Jiahan and her band could persist for so many years?

The thousands of pages in the box are the band's thoughts on the arrangement and lyrics, some sketches, some deletions.

Even the paper in the early years has been yellowed, and Zhang Xiaojian feels as if he uses a little force in his hand, and this fragile paper will be annihilated by flying ashes...

And similar bands, not to mention 1,000 in Huaxia, there are 800.

They have always been buried, buried deeply, it seems that they will never see the light of day, they will never be accepted by the mainstream, but that's how they exist, no why, writing songs and rehearsing is their life, that's all.

Zhang Xiaojian saw nearly twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

He selected twenty songs, some of which were left untouched and some of which were altered.

And whenever it comes to changing songs, Zhang Xiaojian has enough reasons and ideas, as long as he rehearses it, it will prove that it is quite right after such changes.

So everyone is naturally getting more and more excited.

The people in the warehouse still remember tomorrow's rough singing club, they are all immersed in the world of music, simply enjoying the beauty that music can bring them.

Before you know it, it's getting dark.

When the last note fell, and all twenty songs were rehearsed in full, the damp smell was filled with applause in the warehouse, which grew stronger in the morning.

Everyone in the band had a smile on their faces and clapped their hands vigorously.

Zhang Xiaojian also smiled, he understood that these applause this time was not because he was rich, but because they had spent a good night together in music.