It was another early morning, and Jiangcheng, a small southern city, was slowly awakened in the warm singing.

"The city in the south where time flows slowly, every time I come back here, you are so quiet......" In the guitar accompaniment played by Murphy, Yang Yi was humming, although the warmth was vein, but the voice was still slightly thick.

Of course, how could Murphy get up earlier than Yang Yi, who went out at night to run, practice, and buy groceries, only to wake her up from her bed, which was still sleeping soundly.

didn't go anywhere, closed the bedroom window, the two came to the big balcony, Murphy leaned on the railing of the balcony, Yang Yi stood against the wall, watching the morning sun through the ends of Murphy's hair, all dyed the hair blown by the wind into gold.

In the morning, he had to open his voice first, and after some practice, Murphy asked Yang Yi to sing a song first. Yang Yi doesn't sing many songs in this world, and he picked "Southern Town", which Guo Ziyi performed for him before.

Surprisingly, Murphy was a fan of this jazz ballad and was familiar with the song. So she snatched the guitar and took the initiative to accompany Yang Yi.

“…… I'm here to sing this song alone, and you won't know oh know. Yang Yi finally finished singing, he was still a little intoxicated, and he always felt good when he sang it to himself......

However, Murphy shook his head and struck mercilessly: "Yang Yi, your voice is not suitable for singing this kind of song. ”

"Huh?" Yang Yi was dumbfounded.

"Your voice belongs to the kind of tenor, if you sing a high-pitched song, you may be able to control it relatively easily, but "Little Southern Town" is not, your voice is low, it seems very thick, and you can't sing the freshness that a folk song should have. Murphy patiently explained.

Yang Yi knew that his body, when he was in the army before, he roared the loudest.

But Yang Yi doesn't like to sing high-pitched songs, there are many high-pitched songs that are mainly about showing off skills, how can there be any emotional conveyance and true feelings?

"How do you broaden your vocal range?" Yang Yi thought for a while and asked Murphy, "Your voice is pretty good, isn't it reported that your voice can span three octaves?"

"Do you still know this?" Murphy looked at Yang Yi with some surprise.

There are no high-pitched songs in her songs that require her to burst out with so much energy, but once in a music program, she accepted the challenge arranged by the host and really sang an octave on the spot.

"But it doesn't hurt to tell you, I can indeed sing three octaves, but this is based on the innate wide vocal range, and I have achieved it from practice. "My mother knew a lot about music, so when I was a child, she noticed that I had a very good voice and asked me to do a lot of special exercises. ”

"Your voice is basically fixed now, and it's hard to change it with practice. Murphy hesitated, but still told Yang Yi the cruel truth.

After all, they are all old men in their thirties......

Yang Yi smiled bitterly.

Murphy comforted him: "But it doesn't matter, singing a good song doesn't have much to do with your vocal range, but with the quality of your voice, Yang Yi, your voice is very good, bright and transparent, if you sing the right song, it will also have a good effect." ”

Yang Yi frowned slightly, and he said, "I want to sing this song well, is there no other way than to change the song?"

Could it be that if you start over again, you can only listen to your favorite songs? Yang Yi is unwilling.

Murphy shook his head and smiled, "You misunderstood what I meant, and you have misunderstood your own thinking. Even in this small southern town, you can change the singing method that you can control, and you don't have to deliberately imitate Cao Fang.

Murphy felt that she was not convincing just by saying it, so she picked up her guitar again, plucked the strings gently, and said, "I'll sing a part, and you can listen to it." ”

"The little southern town, there is no gloriousness, every time I come back here, I feel calm......" Murphy's ethereal voice sounded, but it was only for a while, and then it came to an abrupt end.

"This is the version of the original song. Murphy stopped and said to Yang Yi.

Then she played a short prelude and continued to hum.

"Huh!" Yang Yi's ears were still very sharp, he could hear that Murphy's rhythm suddenly became brighter.

Although it is still the original voice, Yang Yi seems to feel that if he closes his eyes and listens, he will feel that the singing is a girl who loves to laugh and be clear, and the singing voice is less sad and more lively, not too sweet and greasy, just right. (Note 1)

But unfortunately, Murphy also stopped after singing for a while, and then she changed her singing style, but this time the rhythm was basically the same as the original, but Murphy's voice was lower, slightly hoarse, and the vicissitudes of life came to her face. (Note 2)

"How's it going? Is it possible to sing the same song differently with different singing methods?" Murphy said to Yang Yi with a smile.

"Hmm......" Yang Yi wanted to speak and stopped.

Murphy still saw it, and she said, "What's the doubt, you say, what's embarrassing?"

Yang Yi's old face was slightly red, he pointed to the guitar, and said, "Can you sing again, just use your second singing method, I think it's very good." ”

Naturally, Murphy complied with his request, plucking the strings with his slender fingers and singing briskly.

“…… I'm singing this song alone here, and people just smile, oh, smile......"

Yang Yi listened silently, he could hear it, and in the second "smile", Murphy used her talent a little wantonly, singing a playful taste.

At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes, as if there was a soft autumn wave flowing in the canal behind her in the morning sun.

Yang Yi remembered a poem that was not a poem: "The beauty of the moment is clear, and the words and smiles are not distinguished." (Note 3)

Probably, the woman who was in harmony with him in Tao Yuanming's pen at the beginning also had the intellectuality and beauty of Murphy, right?

There was a reverie in her heart, Yang Yi also forgot to cover it up, Murphy was all seen by his stupid eyes as Xia Fei's cheeks, and even sang a little out of tune later, but she didn't pay attention, and Yang Yi didn't hear it.

"Alright, it's your turn to listen to me and help me see what else needs to be improved!" said Murphy, shaking the stack of scripts in his hand in order to hide his deer-like heart.

She also wants to practice the songs Mu Ziang wrote for her! Murphy sang "In My Singing" the night before, and Murphy unexpectedly received some good advice, so Murphy felt that Yang Yi still had his unique talent in music.

"That's fine. Yang Yi restrained his thoughts and said confidently.

(Note 1: If you want to feel the tube, you can go to Cloud Music to search the southern town and listen to the version sung by a singer called "Shiyu".) Note 2: Let's listen to the version of the mosquito coil. Note 3: This "poem" comes from Tao Yuanming's "Leisure Fu", which means "the beautiful eyes of the autumn wave flow when looking forward to it, sometimes smiling and talking without distracting the mind of playing music", there is a saying that this is written to Zhai Shi, who married his wife after losing his wife, Zhai is a virtuous woman, and Tao Yuanming "has the same interests, can be peaceful, the husband ploughs in the front, and the wife hoes in the back". ）