Chapter 2 is all heart, first give my wife a few songs to the hot network

Tang Yumo saw Song Xiaoshu agree, and immediately became happy.

"That's what you said, don't break your promise. ”

"I promise never to break my word. Tang Yumo's voice is very charming, and his vocal range is quite wide, and he can definitely control most songs, and Song Xiaoshu has a clear understanding of this.

"Seeing my wife, your peerless face is so radiant today, I am so inspired, I will definitely be able to write a classic. ”

"Baba, Baba, what is writing songs?" Little Candy listened to his parents and said that I also had to have a sense of existence.

"Writing a song is the snail and oriole that Dad sang to you, isn't it good?"

"It's good, I'm going to listen to it. ”

"Okay, I'll sing to you in a while, and you can learn to sing with your parents. What do you think. ”

"Okay, okay, I'm going to sing it there. "It's all about it, and the little candy is still very curious about Mai, but Tang Yumo usually doesn't let the little candy touch it.

Song Xiaoshu turned his head to look at Tang Yumo, waiting for her to agree.

"Okay, then baby, you have to come on, you have to learn quickly. ”

"Come on Mom. ”

"Eat it, after eating the baba will teach you to sing. Looking at the little candy that drank porridge seriously again, Song Xiaoshu turned his head to look at his wife.

"Wife, do you want to take the route of innocence?warmth?strength?or glamorous body shape?" Song Xiaoshu said nonsense casually, but Tang Yumo understood what he meant.

"I just like to sing, it's best to surpass the drunk Linglong, husband, you can definitely help me surpass the drunk Linglong, right?"

"Who is Drunken Linglong?

"The enemy is not counted, but he can't see such a person, he can't sing well, just by playing tricks, he dares to say that I have no ability!"

"Understood, wife, let's destroy her, destroy her in all directions, and suck all her popularity. ”

"Husband, you must write a good song, the original song is very powerful. ”

Song Xiaoshu heard the original two words, hey, it seems that he has overlooked something amazing, what is it?

"It has to be original, or else, let's have a difficult song first?"

"You're testing my singing skills?"

"Yes, I'll test you. ”

"You take the test, you take the test. ”

Song Xiaoshu put his cheeks on his cheeks and pretended to think, "Or, let's have a song "Naked" first." Song Xiaoshu said badly.

Phew, both of them blushed.

No, this song is very good, but it is not suitable for Tang Yumo now, it is more appropriate to get some Internet celebrity songs.

Let's let my wife dominate the entire network first.

"Husband, you have to talk about it, otherwise, you know the consequences. Tang Yumo leaned over to Song Xiaoshu and stared at his eyes, and after speaking, he glanced somewhere again.

"It's a must, my wife, please put your heart in your belly, and the good song will come soon. "Song Xiaoshu's desire to survive is so strong, good songs come immediately.

You don't need to ask for a song to reach the top of the live broadcast industry, what her mother-in-law needs now is popularity.

It's easy!

How to increase the degree of dissemination? Naturally, it is a theft of the former fire song.

Song Xiaoshu knows that his wife has not left the girl's route yet, so let's start with a song "Mangzhong", this song is not bad.

That's it.

"Wife, let's go, I have an idea, let's try it now. Picking up the little candy, he took his wife's hand and came to the next room.

"Let's go, go blow my mother's wheat. "Little Candy is the happiest one, always brushing up on the sense of existence.

The live broadcast room at home is specially decorated, very formal, and the specifications are also very high.

There is nothing placed in the corner of the room, and the wall is made of bright yellow vertical wooden planks, with a deep view and a good effect of space magnification.

In the other corner, there are common musical instruments such as pianos, guzheng, and guitars, as well as everything needed to make music and live broadcasts.

Perfect!

Song Xiaoshu doesn't need so many things now, he just needs to sing it out. There is no rush in the synthesis of accompaniment music, and it is the first thing to satisfy the wife first.

Song Xiaoshu asked Tang Yumo and Xiao Candy to sit on the chair next to him, and Song Xiaoshu stood in front of the microphone.

After playing the studio version of Mangzhong in his mind, Song Xiaoshu twisted his stiff waist, okay, not too rigid.

Song Xiaoshu has no problem singing the song Mangzhong, he now wants to instill some hidden knowledge and singing consciousness in his mother-in-law.

That's the show, but also the body, the typhoon, and so on.

That's right, whether it's a live broadcast or a concert, singers should first learn to perform and learn to release in order to catch the audience's attention.

Song Xiaoshu twisted his waist rhythmically, nodded his head, and his eyes drifted to his wife from time to time.

A smell of green and shy walking spurted out, and Tang Yumo, who was smashed, had small bumps all over his body.

"It's fun. Little Candy was also looking at Song Xiaoshu, and was amused by Song Xiaoshu's movements.

"Baba is going to sing, don't disturb Baba baby. Tang Yumo put his index finger in front of his mouth and gently 'shhh

"Uh-huh. "Little Candy heard that his father was going to sing, and he was very cooperative.

When I think of you, I am

Wu

Don't dream for a long time

Wu

Burn the paper ash and bury the smoke willow

In the living branches

Flawless under withering

It is the price of reaping the mystery

Sunset stains the hair of a faraway traveler

He shed his care

Under the bridge

A latecomer in a past life

Palm engraved

A drop of ink drips from your eyes

If the Buddha said

Let go of attachments

How can I not be shocked to go along with it

……

When Song Xiaoshu finished selling cuteness, Tang Yumo was almost dumbfounded, what kind of operation is this guy? Twisting his waist, flattering his eyes and throwing his head, shaking his head, what are you going to do?

But this tune is very good, but I don't understand the lyrics too much, but it doesn't matter, it's good enough.

"Husband, what kind of music are you smoking? Why haven't I heard it?"

"Well...... Song Xiaoshu almost said that his wife doesn't know this? Isn't this the ancient style, but fortunately he didn't say it, "It's not a convulsion, wife." ”

"It's a ...... "Song Xiaoshu suddenly realized that there is no ancient pop music here, but there is no one, isn't this another opportunity to pretend to be forced.

I damn it, I'm inventing my own type, I don't believe my wife can't get angry!

If one song doesn't catch fire, then two are good.

"Ancient wind? What kind of wind is that?"

"Ancient style, that's it, I'll sing a little more and you'll feel it. Song Xiaoshu felt that it was more direct and clear to sing it.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes, and the peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup. Song Xiaoshu sang, "Wife, can you hear it?" The style of these two songs is a bit close. ”

"Five tones?" Tang Yumo said uncertainly.

"Wife, you're amazing, that's right, it's five tones. ”

"I also like ancient songs, and I usually listen to the songs you play. Husband, you're singing awesomely. Tang Yumo felt that Song Xiaoshu's singing skills were so powerful.

"It's just that I don't understand the lyrics very well, husband, can you explain?"

"Just listen to it, don't take it too seriously. Song Xiaoshu didn't know how to explain it yet.

"Well, my husband is right, it's enough to sound good. Tang Yumo didn't force it, "Wow, my husband is so amazing, he made a song in such a short time." ”

"Well, for the sake of my wife, I can be a little better. Song Xiaoshu licked his face and confessed.

"Mu Ma ......" Song Xiaoshu was confused, and his little heart missed a beat uncontrollably.

"Reward you, husband, hurry up and make the tune, I'll memorize the lyrics. Tang Yumo gave a sweet date, and pushed the hard work to Song Xiaoshu.

Song Xiaoshu happily accepted it, the accompaniment of a song is very simple, and he is not a fool of the conservatory.