Approaching Lin Wenhan's recording studio, everyone couldn't wait to listen to Yue Yi's new song.

On the contrary, it was Zhao Xiang, the person concerned, who didn't have much expectation for Yue Yi's songs, and still remembered Qiu Shan in his heart.

In Zhao Xiang's mind, the person she hopes to write songs the most is Qiu Shan.

It's just that Zhao Xiang didn't know that the hill and mountain she was looking for were actually close in front of her.

Yue Yi sat in front of the piano and played calmly.

As soon as the music came out, everyone was shocked instantly, because just listening to the music is very rich in the atmosphere of Chinese culture.

After the prelude, Yue Yi opened his mouth and sang directly: "Laugh at whoever is beautiful and powerful, how to match if you have no heart......"

The singing doesn't sound too amazing, although the lyrics sound very beautiful.

But after listening to Yue Yi's singing, I felt the amazement, but it was not very amazing.

Finally, when it came to the climax, Yue Yi suddenly froze, coughed twice and cleared his throat.

This one stuck a moment that made a group of people present stunned, and then everyone couldn't help laughing.

I really didn't expect that Yue Yi would be stuck at a critical time, making people feel that he was about to look forward to the moment of climax, and he was suddenly cut off, and he was really unhappy in his heart.

"Dad is bad, he actually stuck when it was critical, and he was coughing. ”

"Ah, Yunyun, don't say that about Dad, Dad must have an itchy throat. ”

"Ha, if your throat is itchy, you have to cough it up, otherwise it will be very uncomfortable. ”

"Mmmm, Sissi sometimes has an itchy throat and wants to cough, cough cough cough ......"

As a result, the four little girls really followed Yue Yi's example and coughed together.

The girl Shang Xiaodie, who was full of anticipation, pouted and said, "Don't cough, let my aunt continue singing." ”

This time, the four girls don't argue with Fluttershy, because they want to keep listening.

Then, Yue Yi finally opened his mouth to sing again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, everyone present was shocked.

"The orchid finger twists the red dust like water, the three-foot red platform, everything is into the song and blows ......"

directly changed the tone of the play, and the most important thing was to reverse the string and sing a woman's voice.

In an instant, not to mention Lin Wenhan, Zhao Xiang and Shang Xiaodie, even the four closest little girls were also surprised.

"Daddy, Daddy actually made a woman's voice. ”

"Ah, be quiet, Yunyun, don't disturb your father's singing. ”

"Ha, shhhhhhh ”

"Hehehehe, Xuanxuan, you still speak. ”

Soon, however, the four little girls cover their mouths again because they see Shang Xiaodie's angry gaze.

After singing, Yue Yi opened his voice, he was really getting better, and he sang very easily.

After singing a song, it really made everyone present stunned, and no one thought that there would be such a song.

The most important thing is that this song really combines the song and the opera perfectly, and sings the beauty of the opera.

After a long time, Zhao Xiang came back to his senses first, took two steps forward with some excitement, grabbed Yue Yi and asked, "Teacher, this, what is this song called?"

This teacher is from the heart, which shows that Zhao Xiang really agrees with Yue Yi's "teacher".

smiled and responded to Zhao Xiang: "This song should be called "Silk Play". ”

"Silk play, silk play......" Zhao Xiang was a little stupid in an instant, standing there alone and muttering.

At this time, Lin Wenhan suddenly asked: "This song, there should be a story, right?"

Yue Yi looked at Lin Tianwang and suddenly understood why Lin Wenhan was the international king, this kind of sensitivity to music was really strong.

nodded and replied to Lin Tianwang: "Yes, this song has a story, which is a little story of Zhiwei." ”

Then, he told everyone the story of this song, and added a lot of his own artistic processing.

Hearing the end, whether it was the four little girls, or the Zhao Xiang monk and the sisters Xiaodie, they couldn't help but shed tears.

Lin Wenhan also couldn't help sighing: "Warm, lonely......"

There was really a heartfelt sigh, and the four little girls threw themselves into the arms of their aunt and father respectively.

"Woo woo, Daddy, why? Why did you burn the puppet?"

"Ah, yes, yes, why should such a beautiful puppet, such a good puppet be burned to death?"

"Ha, that guy is a villain, burn the puppet to death. ”

"Dad, I don't want to burn the puppet to death, can you not burn her?"

Zhao Xiang whispered even more stupidly: "Silk play, silk play, it turns out that this is the case, a lonely old story." ”

Shang Xiaodie also said with tears on her face: "Woo woo, this story is really bad, it makes people cry." ”

Yue Yi suddenly said at this time: "Actually, this story is not necessarily bad, perhaps through this story, we can be warned to pay attention to the protection of those cultural heritage that are about to disappear." ”

Lin Wenhan also nodded and said, "Yes, this story, as well as this song, is actually telling this." ”

An artist is lonely, and in the end he can only burn his beloved puppet, just because the puppet show has declined, and no one watches it.

Isn't this just telling that many traditional Chinese crafts are gradually disappearing under the impact of culture?

Lin Wenhan said very seriously: "This story and this song are great, I think they should be promoted." ”

Yue Yi naturally nodded: "Of course, I just want to use this story and this song to make everyone realize that our own culture is gradually fading." ”

At this moment, Zhao Xiang and monk Xiaodie were even more touched, because they both studied opera.

In this world, due to the premature cultural integration of the East and the West, the Chinese culture has been excluded and at a disadvantage.

Compared with Yue Yi's memories in another life, the opera culture in this world is even more inferior and decaying.

At this moment, Zhao Xiang and monk Xiaodie feel that perhaps through such a song, everyone will re-understand the art of opera.

Yue Yi looked at Zhao Xiang and asked, "Then Miss Zhao Xiang, are you willing to sing this song of mine?"

Zhao Xiang almost didn't want to blurt out: "Yes, of course I do." ”

Shang Xiaodie also said excitedly: "Senior sister singing this song, she will definitely be able to advance smoothly, and she will definitely get the highest votes when the time comes." ”

Zhao Xiang suddenly seemed to be a different person at this moment, and scratched his junior sister's nose with a smile and said, "You dare to say it." ”

Shang Xiaodie hugged her sister intimately and said happily, "Of course, this is the cooperation between my sister and my aunt, and it must be invincible." ”

Next, Shang Xiaodie and Lin Wenhan accompanied the four little girls upstairs to class, while Yue Yi worked with Zhao Xiang in the recording studio to improve the song, add some opera interpretation parts, and adjust the tune to make the song more suitable for Zhao Xiang's vocal range.