"Why is there no one who wants to sing?" Ye Zheng asked, without waiting for Wang Jie to answer, he understood after thinking about it. No one sings Wang Jie's songs, and the most important thing is the style of Wang Jie's songs. What Ye Zheng values most is the novelty of these songs, which comes from the general BALLAD genre on the market.

The BALLAD genre is also jokingly called "ballet song", which refers to the song style that is very widespread in the market, you sing and I sing, everyone sings, and it has stopped many times without new ideas, and it is a very market-oriented song. For example, some of the songs that Ye Zheng took out belong to this kind, especially the songs that focus on the love of couples, most of them are of this type.

This type of song occupies the largest market. Most of the singers sing in this style. For listeners, most of the most common ones are also in this style. It's just that sometimes it sounds like a feeling that many singers sing and sing, and it's easy to get bored and aesthetically tired.

And these songs created by Wang Jie are not the same as the ordinary BALLAD style, which is very innovative. However, it does not mean that if it is different and new, it can be accepted. Each singer has the style of each singer and has their own songs that they are good at. Wang Jie's songs are good, but they may not be suitable for others. And most of the rookie singers who have not yet formed their own style dare not use songs that are too innovative. Once it does not attract attention but is reduced to a niche music, it is sad.

Therefore, it is understandable that no one wants to sing Wang Jie's songs. Wang Jie also looked sad, these songs, Zhou Ke said that they were good, and Ye Zheng also said that they were good, but no one wanted to sing them. Songs that no one sings, just words and musical characters on paper.

"It's a pity......" Ye Zheng sighed softly, he liked these songs, especially the two songs he pointed out, one of which was called "West Chamber" with some Chinese flavor. In the music industry of this world, there is no concept of Chinese style yet, and Ye Zheng is also preparing to launch it in the future, but now is not the time. If he pushes out all the excellent music genres he has mastered, not to mention the conflicts between various styles and the grabbing of the market, and he may also fall into the embarrassing situation of "Jiang Lang's talents".

But now, his rock music market has stabilized, and most of his recent pop albums are ballad songs, except for the Phoenix Legend song. At this time, it would be very good if some new songs could be released. Ye Zheng said that it was a pity, Wang Jie's face suddenly showed a look of disappointment that could not be concealed, he mustered up the courage to come to Ye Zheng, just to see if Ye Zheng had any good way. But when Ye Zheng said this, it seems that there is no good way.

"Okay, Ye Dong, since that's the case, I'll go first......" Wang Jie said dejectedly, and wanted to turn around and leave, but heard Ye Zheng say: "Wait a minute, I have an idea." "Huh?" Wang Jie looked at Ye Zheng in surprise, but heard Ye Zheng say: "They don't want to sing, why don't you sing and try it yourself?" "This ......" Wang Jie thought that Ye Zheng would say something good, but he didn't expect Ye Zheng to say this, and he was immediately disappointed, and explained with some embarrassment: "I ...... I can't speak a little slurred, and I can't sing......"

Ye Zheng said in his heart, but he didn't think that such a little bit of unclear words was a roadblock, and said with a smile: "What's the point of not being able to articulate words?

"Is it okay?" Ye Zheng's words made Wang Jie's eyes light up a little, and he looked full of hope, but he still didn't have much confidence in his words: "Forget it, I can't sing well......"

"There's no one who can't sing, just haven't found the right song. Ye Zheng looked at him and said: "Generally speaking, when writing songs, creators have paid their own hard work and spirit, and come according to their own ideal feelings. This ideal feeling will make one's own creation more suitable for oneself to sing...... Did you feel that way when you wrote these songs? Did you ever think about singing them yourself?"

Wang Jie nodded a little embarrassedly: "Well, there is." Actually, I used to love singing, but then I found out that I was wrong, so I gave up and switched to learning music composition. But I can sing the songs I write. "Okay, you can sing this song "West Chamber" now for me to listen to. Ye Zheng said with a smile, and motioned for Wang Jie to take the song sheet over. Wang Jie's expression hesitated slightly, then gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay." Ye Dong, I have memorized the lyrics and tunes, and I can sing them when I open my mouth. ”

"Oh?" Ye Zheng was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Okay, then you can sing." Wang Jie cleared his throat and began to sing this song "West Chamber" composed by himself. Listening to Wang Jie singing softly, Ye Zheng felt a feeling of brightness, indeed, Wang Jie's words were a little unclear, and some words couldn't even hear what he was singing at first glance, but there was really a special charm. This kind of unclear singing style, and the faint charm of the prototype of Chinese style, reminded Ye Zheng of a person.

Jay. Of course, Jay Chou doesn't usually speak and can't speak clearly, this is just his singing style. However, in Wang Jie's case, this innate characteristic makes him interpret Jay Chou's style very well. And Jay Chou is also very good at writing and singing Chinese-style songs, and is known as the creator of Chinese-style music by many fans.

The more he listened, the more Ye Zheng felt that Wang Jie's characteristics had a lot of similarities with Jay Chou, and probably all that was missing was Jay Chou's pride and heavenly temperament. However, Jay Chou also grew up from an inconspicuous little shrimp, who can guarantee that Wang Jie will not have some achievements in the future?

After Wang Jie finished singing, his heart was fluttering and he was very nervous. Because he couldn't pronounce clearly, he hadn't sung in front of others for several years, and only when he was alone, he would hum and entertain himself. And the songs he created himself, especially the songs he dared to show to Ye Zheng today, were all very fond of him, and he sang them many times after they were created. He didn't feel that he sang well and distinctively, singing was originally his dream, but now it is just a hobby hidden in his heart. He never thought that one day he would sing to others, let alone imagine that this person was Ye Zheng. He looked at Ye Zheng with expectant and nervous eyes, and then he saw the smile on Ye Zheng's face, and saw Ye Zheng applauding and praised: "Very good, very good, you will sing these songs yourself!"

I'll take you to Zhou Ke now, sign a contract with a singer, and then you can go back and ponder these songs again and fix them. If you don't think there's anything left to fix up, try to make your own arrangement, and I heard that you have a set of arrangements, and I want to see what you can do with your own songs. ”

Wang Jie had a dreamlike feeling, and before he could sort out Ye Zheng's words, he heard Ye Zheng continue: "It just so happens that I also have some similar ideas, I'll sort them out again, write them out when I come back in the afternoon, and then show them to you." Together, we worked together to make an album, and I was in charge of the production of the album. ”

Ye Zheng and Lin Yujia were walking on the street, and the car was already parked in a temporary parking lot. When you go shopping, you naturally have to walk to be considered shopping. Ye Zheng is wearing sunglasses, his popularity is a bit high now, so it's better to be a little low-key.

Lin Yujia took his arm and leaned on him intimately, the two of them didn't talk much, quietly enjoying such a warm time. It's a good season, the warm breeze blows on the body, it's comfortable, it's neither cold nor hot. It's like a lover's hand gently brushing the boy's face and the girl's long hair.

Lin Yujia's heart is full of happiness. Holding Ye Zheng's arm, her thoughts couldn't help but return to that afternoon during the winter vacation. That day, when Ye Zheng accompanied her to practice the piano, she played with four hands, and inadvertently, their hands touched. Then, Ye Zheng gently held her hand.

He said to her, I like you. As a result, the little sense of estrangement in Lin Yujia's heart melted instantly, just like the warm sun in that winter. Lin Yujia will never forget that day, the wind outside the window was blowing, and the whistling wind could be clearly heard on the high-rise building, but her heart was very warm and steady at that moment. Just like at this time, the spring breeze and spring sunshine are sprinkled on them warmly, like an ode to their youth. Step by step, step by step.

She walked slowly, as if only Ye Zheng was left in the world, as if the eyes of the whole world were cast on them. It's like, happily moving towards an unpredictable but hopeful future. Ye Zheng didn't know Lin Yujia's thoughts, his heart was just a little trance, and he suddenly remembered that before, the girl with the same name and surname also held his arm like this, and the two of them walked slowly on the side of the street together.

They ate a dollar of baked gluten together, ate sugar gourds together, pointed at a strange passer-by together, sat under a stereo in the school and listened to a song on the radio station, and kissed under the street lamp at night. A lot of past events that seemed to be separated from the world suddenly poured into his heart, looking at this similar street and high-rise buildings in Yanjing and Beijing, Ye Zheng suddenly felt a mess in his heart.

In the past life, in this life, the soul crossed the possession, or did I not die? What was going on? He suddenly questioned himself, who am I? Am I the original Ye Zheng, and my soul has crossed into this world? Or am I originally this Ye Zheng, but I have a lot of memories about that world in my mind inexplicably, which makes me mistakenly think that I have traveled through? Does the world in my memory exist? Is there really that world? If so, am I really dead in that world? Was it just a dream? Did I have a dream, or was I having a dream?

What is true and what is false? Or, is it all true? It was all false? He had never thought about these questions, and at this time, so suddenly so many jumbled thoughts were born, he felt a panache in his chest, as if something was suppressed in his heart, and he felt like he could not breathe. "Ye Zheng, what's wrong with you?" "Ye Zheng......" Lin Yujia's strange voice pulled his thoughts back, he looked at Lin Yujia, and asked in a trance: "What's wrong?"

"You're still asking me, what's wrong with you. Lin Yujia said angrily: "I called you for a long time and you ignored me, hmph, what do you think!" "Oh, I'm distracted......" Ye Zheng said apologetically, quietly exhaled, and put aside the discomfort in his heart for the time being. "Hmph, I don't pay attention when I go shopping with others!" Lin Yujia twisted Ye Zheng's arm slightly, pointed to the front and said, "I'll let you see there, someone is singing!"

Ye Zheng looked in the direction of Lin Yujia's finger, and on the street in front of him, there was a man playing and singing with a guitar in his arms, and there were some people standing around. "It's supposed to be a wandering singer. Ye Zheng said. Yanjing is the capital of China, and it is a holy place for many people, and many young men and women come here with dreams to develop.

Among them are many singers, after these singers came to Yanjing, they sang on the streets, sang in bars, spent money to record their own CDs, and dreamed of being favored by people in music companies, and had the opportunity to sign into music companies and become singers in the real sense. I also dream of one day being able to stand on a glorious stage, with tens of thousands of fans in the audience, singing and waving on the stage, and there is a tsunami-like response from the audience.

Dreams are beautiful, but the reality is often cruel, and many singers will find that their situation is far from their ideals after coming to Yanjing. Some people are lucky enough to find a bar and cabaret to sing in. There are still many singers who can't even sing in residence, and some can only find a job to make ends meet, work during the day, and come out to sing after dinner. Others keep singing, on the streets, under bridges, on pedestrian streets. Playing the guitar and singing on his own, relying on the financial support of passers-by to make ends meet, this is a wandering singer.

They don't have money, they don't have relationships, a lot of people only have a guitar, and the music and singing are all they have. They are oppressed by life, tired from running around, singing on the streets and being watched coldly, sometimes just for the next meal and the next month's rent. Many of them have the ability to do other jobs, such as hard labor on construction sites, but also make a stable living. But they didn't, they firmly clenched the guitar in their hands, insisting on singing the hope of the future with their singing voices.

Of course, in the end, after being young and vigorous, many people failed, fell down, and retreated. Only a small number of people who come to Yanjing to find their music dreams can take root and survive on the soil of music, and very few can grow into towering trees. Most people, after experiencing all the hardships and hardships, can only quit in gloom, seek a stable job, and fight for themselves and their families.

Dreaming of this thing, sometimes not giving up, just because there are not enough reasons to give up. When you have enough reasons to give up, the so-called dreams are just the youthful time that was once gone, and they can be shattered at the slightest touch. Actually, about dreams. Moving forward bravely and not looking back is certainly exciting and moving. But sometimes, it takes more courage to turn back than to move forward. However, how many young people don't want to fight hard for their dreams?

Ye Zheng and Lin Yujia walked over and stood there listening for a while, Ye Zheng was surprised to find that this was actually a campus folk artist. Now in this era when campus folk songs are almost invisible, there are very few people who still sing campus folk songs. Campus folk songs and rock and roll almost declined at the same time, but the difference between them is that although rock and roll has declined, there are still many people doing rock and roll among the people, and there are more and more people doing rock and roll, as if a fire has been extinguished, but there are still many sparks.

Later, these sparks were ignited by Ye Zheng and burned again. But campus folk songs are different, compared to rock singers, there are fewer and fewer singers doing campus folk songs. Compared to the market for rock music, the market for campus folk songs is also less. This has a lot to do with the atmosphere of the times. The eighties and nineties, those twenty years, are called a romantic era by many people. At that time, there were poets, campus folk singers, and pure youth. At that time, there was no such scale of traffic and high-rise buildings, and the competition in society was not so fierce. There are also not so many materialistic thoughts.

In the atmosphere of the times, a group of poets and campus folk singers were born, who were welcomed by the masses, became the dazzling stars at that time, and became synonymous with an era. However, more than 10 or 20 years have passed, and the current social form and the ideological consciousness and aesthetic concepts of the masses have undergone tremendous changes from that time. Campus folk songs, a musical form that was commonly loved in the past, have been reduced to the petty mood of petty bourgeois youth. Become a truly niche music. Moreover, it seems that in that era, the emergence of a large number of excellent campus folk songs has squeezed the pure romantic thinking in the hearts of all creators. Even many well-known campus folk singers shook their heads helplessly in the face of paper and pen, admitting that they had lost their state of mind at that time, and it was difficult to regain the feeling of the past, and they could no longer create good campus folk songs. Campus folk songs have left a glorious past in the history of pop music, and they will not return a bunch of stinky tempers to ......" Many people looked at the woman in white in disgust and spoke in a low voice. The girl in white listened to the people's discussions, and laughed instead of being annoyed: "Okay, didn't you say that I can't sing? I'll sing one here today to see if the two of you singing campus folk songs attract more people, or if I attract more people!"

"Let's go, what are you going to do......" The girl in blue pulled the arm of the girl in white again, trying to pull her away, but was thrown away by the girl in white. Then the girl in white stretched out her hand to Ah Meng: "Give me the guitar! Now I'm not a passerby, now I'm also a street singer! Let's fight here, let's see who can attract more people! See if it's the campus folk songs that are popular, or pop and rock popular!"

This young man who is playing and singing with a guitar looks about thirty years old, but Ye Zheng estimates that he should be less than thirty years old, and people who work as street singers often have to endure the wind and sun, and their living conditions are not good, so they often look more vicissitudes than ordinary people. His voice was a little hoarse, but it was more in line with his vicissitudes of appearance.

Although hoarse, the voice is still relatively stable, and the arrangement of the lyrics and songs is not bad. Ye Zheng hadn't heard this song, but he still knew a limited amount of songs in this world, so he asked Lin Yujia, and Lin Yujia didn't know, probably this song was composed by this young man himself. The lyrics and music and the arrangement of the guitar are not bad, although they are not mature and perfect, but for street singers, it is already rare. After singing the song, Ye Zheng applauded lightly, took out another fifty yuan from his wallet, and put it in the guitar bag that was open at his feet.

At this time, there were also a few pieces of money in the guitar bag, most of them were five yuan and ten yuan a piece, Ye Zheng's fifty pieces still shocked the singer, and he said a few words of thanks. "Thank you for your support, then I'll sing you another song I wrote myself......" The young man said as he plucked the guitar strings, and before he could start singing, a girl's voice sounded: "Let me sing." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and watched a plainly dressed girl come over with a convenient bag, and in the convenient bag were a few steaming buns. "Ah Meng is here! Lao Niu, stop singing, let your daughter-in-law sing!"