Because the tone of the whole song is very low, Rao is an ordinary but deep voice like Ye Hao, but when it is sung, it unexpectedly complements each other, and even.......it is a little intriguing.

No, my father was stunned, and his jaw almost fell to the ground.

At the end of the song, Ye Hao was still savoring the feelings he felt when he played the first song, but his father couldn't calm down, "Son, this is ...... What did you play?"

Hearing this, Ye Hao saw an old father standing at the door, scratched his head, and said a little shyly: "Yes, how... Dad, are you okay with that?"

Dad was obviously stunned for a moment, "Okay, okay, it's just too good!" After speaking, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and then showed an incredible expression and said, "Son, this... What did you write?"

Obviously, this means not much belief.

Although my father knows that his son is indeed talented in writing poetry, he has also inherited his excellent literary genes, but this does not mean that he can even write songs! After all, a few years ago, he had never seen his son touch music, and he had not even sung a few songs.

So after thinking about it, there is only one thought left.....

Copyed!

Ye Hao patted his brows and said helplessly: "Dad, this is really written by me, have you heard this song before?"

When I heard it, it was.

Although he is half the age difference with his son, it is inevitable that there is a generation gap, but this does not mean that he does not understand the world of young people now!

And not to mention, he really doesn't know less about songs than today's young people, and as an old literary artist, he really likes this aspect very much. From the red songs of the seventies and eighties in the last world to today's pop music, even if I haven't heard all of them, I've listened to them all by myself, not to mention such a beautiful song, and I don't know about it!

At this thought, my father was completely surprised, his son is about to become an all-rounder? Could it be that my hidden musical talent has also been inherited?

Is this going against the sky?!

Countless years passed in my father's heart in an instant, but when he thought of Fang Cai's misunderstanding of his son, he couldn't help but blush, and said, "Ahem, it's a good thing to know music,... But what's the name of the song?"

"Zebra zebra. Ye Hao replied.

"Two zebras?" Dad wondered.

"Yes, zebra zebra!" Ye Hao was very depressed when he heard this, and specially added the last four words to accentuate his tone.

"Oh, that's it...."

Hearing this, my father touched his head embarrassedly, and in order to hide his embarrassment, he suddenly lowered his head and smacked it, pretending to ponder: "The name is good, it's quite literary, and the lyrics are also well written, it's very meaningful!

Dad patted Ye Hao's shoulder with a smile, then turned to leave, walked to the door, paused, and turned his head to remind: "Son, it's not too early, don't play too late, pay attention to your body!"

Dad smacked it and then said, "Also, don't be too noisy, it's noisy to the neighbors and your mother, you are good-looking." ”

Hearing this, Ye Hao seemed to realize something, shrunk his head, and responded weakly.

"Got it. ”

......

The next morning, that is, the fifth day of the National Day.

Ye Hao got up early as always, sat at the table, and stared at his mobile phone screen.

"Seven forty-nine minutes thirty-two seconds...."

Ye Hao muttered to himself, it was almost time to go out from the system, but he hadn't figured out where he was going, in fact, to put it bluntly, he chose to practice guitar.

Although Ye Hao now has a lot of knowledge and experience in musical instruments in his mind, and each of them is at the master level, Ye Hao is not so naïve as to think that he can digest all these things without doing anything and turn them into his own things.

Therefore, this still needs to be practiced, after all, practice makes perfect, and Ye Hao also understands the truth.

The point is, if you want to practice guitar, you need a quiet place that doesn't disturb others.

Although no one was quiet, Ye Hao looked at the big sun outside and immediately denied it. If you spend a day on the rooftop, you don't bother yourself as an African.

Therefore, Ye Hao thought about it, and finally had to set the location in the park he frequented, although the park was full of people, but as long as he found a remote place and the sound was quieter, it should be fine.

Thinking of this, Ye Hao immediately changed his clothes, put on his guitar case, put on his shoes, and went downstairs.

At this point in time, it happened to be the most lively time in the park, except for the old aunt with her grandson, who was the old man who played Tai Chi, and there were really a lot of people, and there was no decent land left for Ye Hao to practice guitar.

Yes, it's all here, so I have to wait.

So Ye Hao took out the prepared pen and notebook from the guitar box, and wrote down the songs he was going to practice today, which were also his favorite songs, according to his memory.

It was almost nine o'clock, and the people in the park were almost scattered, so Ye Hao packed up his things and walked into the woods.....

Walking through the grove, you will see a small mirror-like lake, which is not large, it is dug by hand, and when you look down from above, the whole lake is round, and the park is built around the artificial lake, like a green doughnut.

Although it is an artificial lake, there are no paved roads and no places to rest near the lake, so there are very few people who come here, not to mention this point.

Ye Hao found a relatively large pebble by the lake and sat down, took out his guitar, touched his chin and thought for a while, and said, "Let's sing these songs today." ”

Then put aside the book you just wrote the lyrics and press the corner of the book on one side with a pebble.

Looking at the lyrics in the book, Ye Hao immediately popped up the corresponding music score in his mind, and then his fingers began to pluck the strings, although it was a little slow, but the pitch was not bad at all, and the timbre was very clear.

After playing and singing a few songs, Ye Hao drank a sip of water to moisten his throat, and sighed in a low voice: "I can basically play these songs smoothly, and I can make zero mistakes, it is estimated that I can reach the level of those professional singers after a few days of practice." But the problem is, my voice is really too ordinary, and these good songs are singing to me, and it feels like ruining them. ”

Thinking that he couldn't pretend happily in the future, Ye Hao couldn't help but rub his brows, "Eh, it's really not good, I'll be behind the scenes in the future, it's good to help others write songs and compose music, and save a leisure." ”

Thinking about it like this, the idea suddenly came to mind, and Ye Hao continued to be familiar with other songs, after all, there were too many good songs and classic songs in his head.

…..

Beijing, Evergreen Records.

The whole company has now become a pot of ants, and the staff outside have made phone calls, looking at the posture and frowning.

"I told you to keep up, and you said you lost it?" roared a middle-aged man with glasses.

"Yes....I'm sorry, Mr. Qiu, it's our dereliction of duty. The two of them seemed submissive and didn't dare to look at the middle-aged man.

"I'm sorry, is it useful? If you can't find someone, fuck me off today!" The middle-aged man was clearly on the verge of exploding.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

……

(To be continued.) ）

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