Miracles of great force?

Hearing the name of the song that Li Chengjun said, Wang Huimin opened her mouth and didn't know how to explain it.

And Li Guojun and Li Jianlin glanced at each other, and they could see early on that Wang Huimin was actually explaining to Li Chengjun that Li Chengjun was playing blindly just now.

However, the two of them didn't expose it just now, but now they can't help it when they hear that Li Chengjun broke another blind one and vigorously made a miracle.

Li Guojun spoke: "Let's do something serious, let's see what kind of effect the song will have after the lyrics!"

"And the words, show me it!"

Wang Huimin asked for the lyrics, and when she looked at it, she had the same reaction as Li Guojun and Li Jianlin.

"This song, this word, is really a perfect match. ”

Wang Huimin admired.

Later, Li Guojun played the piano and sang the lyrics again.

Li Guojun has learned to sing, so his singing skills are not bad, although the taste of singing is different from Jay Chou, but only Li Chengjun has heard Jay Chou sing this song.

Wang Huimin and others have never heard it, so after Li Guojun finished singing, they were shocked and praised that the lyrics and songs should only be in heaven.

Then he praised Lee Sung-jun again.

"With this song, coupled with this lyrics, I believe that it can shock the Chinese music scene without arranging it. ”

After playing the piano and singing, Li Guojun said: "By the way, Xiaojun, what is the style of this song, and which direction should the later arrangement go?"

Lee Sung-jun: "Chinese style. ”

"Chinoiserie?"

Li Guojun was stunned, Li Jianlin also looked at Li Chengjun, and Wang Huimei also frowned.

Haven't they heard of it, what is Chinese style?

Is there such a style of music?

Li Guojun has been in the music industry for so many years, and he knows that music has pop, rap, rock, folk, blues, electronic music and other styles......

But there's just no Chinese style.

What kind of music style is Chinese style?

"Xiaojun, what's the Chinese style?"

Li Guojun asked.

Seeing the puzzled looks of the three of them, Li Chengjun was a little stunned, is there no Chinese style in this world?

But then I thought about it, in fact, Chinese style is not a genre, but because Jay Chou defined this song composed by the pentatonic scale, arranged with Chinese musical instruments, and with ancient lyrics, Chinese style.

Later, Jay Chou launched a series of highly sung and classic Chinese-style songs, and gradually formed a new genre in the Chinese music scene, that is, Chinese-style songs.

There is no Jay Chou in this world, and there is no singer who can create a genre.

Naturally, Chinese style does not exist.

Therefore, Li Chengjun thought for a while, how to explain the style of this song.

"I think it should be that Xiaojun doesn't know what styles the songs have, and the tunes he wrote are full of ancient rhyme, and the lyrics are also full of ancient rhyme, so Xiaojun thinks that this song is full of ancient rhyme of our country, so it should be called Chinese style, right, Xiaojun. ”

Some people make up for their own brains and forcibly explain themselves.

Li Chengjun was happy in his heart, but he didn't think of how to explain, so he nodded to Li Jianlin: "That's right, Dad is right." ”

Li Jianlin's face showed a touch of pride.

Li Guojun said: "Then this should be a pop song, and the later arrangement will be written in the way of pop songs, what do you think Xiaojun?"

Li Chengjun said: "This song is Chinese style, and the later arrangement should be carried out in accordance with the arrangement of Chinese style songs." ”

Li Guojun: "But what is Chinese style, and how should Chinese style arrangements be composed?"

"You ask Xiaojun to arrange music, he is not a professional, you ask those professional arrangers, maybe they know. ”

Li Jianlin said.

Li Guojun nodded: "Okay then, I'll contact some arranging teachers in a while." ”

At this time, Uncle Wolf came to the door: "Mr. Li, Ms. Wang, the eldest young master and the second young master, the kitchen is ready." ”

Li Jianlin touched his stomach: "Go to dinner first, and talk about it after eating." ”

"You go first, Xiaojun stays for a while. ”

Li Chengjun, who was left by Wang Huimin, looked confused, what are you doing with me?

……

After Li Jianlin and Li Guojun left, only Wang Huimin and Li Chengjun were left in the piano room.

Li Chengjun was a little drumming in his heart, and then Wang Huimin said: "Xiaojun, in fact, you can't play the piano, right?"

"Huh?"

Li Chengjun was taken aback.

Wang Huimin smiled and said: "Actually, my mother saw it just now, you don't know how to play the piano at all." ”

"Huh?"

Lee Sung-joon.

Wang Huimin said: "Your father and your eldest brother can also see that you are playing blindly." ”

"Huh?"

Lee Sung-joon.

Wang Huimin said: "Ah what, we all know that you don't know how to play the piano at all." ”

Li Chengjun: "Then you still said that just now?"

Wang Huimin said: "Isn't that an explanation for you, I'm afraid you won't be able to get off the stage?"

Li Chengjun was a little moved, so he said, Wang Huimin, a professional pianist, how could he not hear that he was playing blindly.

"Mom has a question. ”

Wang Huimin said: "You can't play the piano, why can you write such a good song?"

Li Chengjun didn't know how to explain it for a while, he couldn't say that he crossed over.

"I ......"

Li Chengjun thought for a long time, and finally said hard: "I should be talented, I said that when I write music, I can write it out of thin air without playing." ”

Who knows, he thought of the explanation randomly, but Wang Huimin nodded: "It should be like this, otherwise there is no way to explain it." ”

Believe it again?

Li Chengjun opened his mouth, and then Wang Huimin touched his head and said lovingly: "Xiaojun, since you have such a high talent, then you should learn to learn the piano well, so that from tomorrow onwards, you can learn the piano with your mother for an hour every day." ”

"Huh?"

Li Chengjun is blind, he just wants to be a salted fish who loses every day and enjoys life.

Why do you want to learn the piano again?

Is this going astray?

"Okay Xiaojun, that's it, let's go, let's eat. ”

Then, Li Chengjun wanted to say something, but Wang Huimin didn't give him a chance at all, and directly pulled him towards the restaurant.

"Don't let down your talent, don't live up to your mother's expectations, my mother is still waiting for you to help me fulfill my dream. ”

Subsequently, Wang Huimin blocked all the words that Li Chengjun had in his mouth.

Ay.

sighed in his heart, he originally just wanted to be a salted fish without a dream, but now he insists on stuffing him with a dream, so can he still be a salted fish happily?

Who wrote the script, Lao Tzu wants to kill you.

……

After eating in the restaurant, Li Chengjun was depressed and depressed, so he could only eat food to release the depression in his heart.

"By the way, Xiaojun, tomorrow several male lead candidates for your script are coming to our house, you will also come over when the time comes, and check it together!"

At this time, Li Chengjun, who was munching on chicken legs, nodded after hearing Li Jianlin's words, "Okay." ”

After eating a meal, Li Chengjun felt less depressed than just now.

It is impossible to learn the piano, and it is impossible to learn the piano even if he is killed.

He is a person with a plug-in, so he will draw a lottery directly and draw a piano experience book.

So after eating, Li Chengjun locked himself in the room for the first time, and then turned on the system.

When I saw my negative emotions at the moment, I immediately cried.

（998-1000000）

It was almost two thousand thousand, and he couldn't even draw a lottery, and suddenly Li Chengjun lay down on the bed depressed.

It's time to get some negative sentiment points.

……

When Li Chengjun was worried about negative emotions, in a villa a few kilometers away, Lin Fu was sitting in front of the computer, his fingers were rapidly typing on the keyboard, and he was coding words.

When the last word was finished, Lin Fu let out a long breath, then stuffed the chicken leg on the table into his mouth, and then opened the author's backstage and saved the chapter he had just written into the draft box.

And at this moment, he suddenly saw a message coming from the author's background.

Click on it and take a look, and immediately happy, it turns out that the book has been approved, and now you can check it on the website.