"Very close to the sky

There's always a pair of eyes on the watch

She has dreams of a gorgeous forest

She has the light of the blue waves of the sea......"

As Zeng Jingwei's clear, pure, loud and beautiful singing voice sounded, Yan Yusong's serious face couldn't help but show a hint of joy, especially when he heard that Zeng Jingwei's voice was also a little different from what she usually spoke, and she had a fairly high voice recognition, he even smiled.

Good seedlings!

He couldn't help but praise in his heart, no matter whether Zeng Jingwei could sing "The Magical Jiuzhai" well or not, he was determined to accept Zeng Jingwei as a personal disciple, polish and train well, and create another musical genius.

Shen Yan's beautiful face couldn't help but show a little surprise and appreciation, and she nodded with a smile while listening.

Ye Fan already knew Zeng Jingwei's voice, so he was not surprised, but he heard Zeng Jingwei actually sing "Magical Jiuzhai" in G key.

A few minutes later, Zeng Jingwei successfully finished singing "The Magical Jiuzhai", although there were a few flaws in the process, but her conditions were fully revealed.

"Haha, that's good. Although there are some flaws, it is commendable that you can sing "The Magical Jiuzhai" without lowering the tone at your current age. Yan Yusong said with a smile, "However, you still lack a lot of emotions in singing." You need to know, only the emotion is moving. No matter how good the singing voice is, it is just a carrier for conveying emotions. ”

"Thank you, teacher, for your advice. Zeng Jingwei said.

Shen Yan smiled and said, "Jingwei, your voice is very good, it can be called perfect, and your future achievements will definitely be no less than mine." ”

Zeng Jingwei was so excited that she didn't even dare to say it.

Ye Fan turned his head to Yan Yusong at the right time and said, "Professor Yan, what do you see?"

Although Yan Yusong had made the decision to accept Zeng Jingwei as a personal disciple, he didn't want Zeng Jingwei to be complacent, so he shook his head slightly and said, "Don't worry, let's see her abilities in other aspects." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly asked Ye Fan, "How is Mr. Ye's attainments in music?"

"Hehe, I'm just a rough person, I don't have all five notes, how can I sing any song?" Ye Fan said with a smile.

Yan Yusong said: "Not necessarily. In fact, I listened to your voice and felt that your voice should be good, suitable for singing baritone. Why don't you sing a song with Jingwei. ”

"This ...... Professor Yan, you're really looking for the wrong person. Ye Fan shook his head and said, "I haven't been exposed to music for six years. Why don't you let Miss Shen sing with Jingwei together. ”

Unexpectedly, Yan Yusong shook his head with a smile and said, "It's better if you don't know how to sing." I want to see Jingwei's improvised performance and adaptability in singing. ”

"Okay. Ye Fan had no choice but to nod. People deliberately look for someone who can't sing, who is not looking for him?

"Can Lu Chengqing's 'Spring Mud' be sung?" Yan Yusong asked.

Ye Fan shook his head and said: "It seems that I have heard it a few times in KTV, and I remember some tunes, but I can't remember the lyrics at all." Let's change it. ”

"Haha, just sing this song "Spring Mud"!" Yan Yusong clapped his hands and shouted.

Ye Fan was embarrassed and said, "But I don't even remember the lyrics, how can I sing it?"

"Hee-hee, the teacher has a professional music room. Shen Yan covered her mouth and said with a smile.

She was a little looking forward to seeing a tall and strong person like Ye Fan singing clumsily, it must be funny.

Yan Yusong turned his face and asked Zeng Jingwei, "Jingwei, do you know how to sing "Spring Mud"?"

"I can sing. Zeng Jingwei replied.

So, Ye Fan and the others followed Yan Yusong into the villa and climbed to the third floor. The half-story space on the third floor was renovated by Yan Yusong into a professional music room.

Turning on the music equipment and turning out the song "Spring Mud", Yan Yusong said to Ye Fan: "Mr. Ye, you listen to this song once first, and then sing with Jingwei." I'm sorry for you. ”

"Hehe, it should be. Ye Fan replied.

Next, Ye Fan looked at the MV played on the large LCD screen and learned to sing this song seriously.

As for Yan Yusong, he walked up to Zeng Jingwei and said, "You will sing with Mr. Ye in a while." Maybe Mr. Ye can't sing well, and it's possible that he is out of tune or out of tune. My request to you is to guide this song to the best of your ability and interpret the song "Spring Mud" completely. Of course it's harder, and I don't ask you to do it completely, but you do your best. ”

"Yes, teacher. Zeng Jingwei responded.

took over Yan Yusong's temporary teaching of Zeng Jingwei a few tips for temporary adaptation in songs.

A few minutes later, Ye Fan listened to the song "Spring Mud".

The official chorus is about to begin.

Yan Yusong faced Ye Fan and Zeng Jingwei and said, "The chorus may not go very well, but you must insist on finishing this song." Whoever is your turn to sing, I'll call it, and I'll pick it up right away. Got it?"

"Understood. Ye Fan and Zeng Jingwei nodded in unison.

Yan Yusong turned his head and nodded to Shen Yan, who was standing in front of the music equipment controller, and Shen Yan immediately set the song "Spring Mud" to the accompaniment mode for playback.

As the prelude to the music sounded, Yan Yusong said, "Mr. Ye sings first." ”

Ye Fan nodded, looked at the LCD screen, and brewed the feelings and artistic conception of the song with the prelude of the music.

The words of the sky fell in a chaotic manner

You and I are silent and do not respond

Take your hand and your eyes are red from crying

It's a long and endless journey......"

As Ye Fan's pure magnetic baritro sounded, Yan Yusong and Shen Yan were taken aback.

Shen Yan involuntarily opened her mouth halfway, her slender hand was lightly hidden, and her beautiful eyes suddenly opened wide, looking at this man who seemed to be rough but had an extraordinary aura.

Yan Yusong's two eyebrows couldn't help but shrug up, and then couldn't help but taste Ye Fan's singing from a professional perspective.

“…… Those painful memories fell in the soil of spring

Nourishes the earth and blooms the next flowering season

In the wind, your tears drip down your memories

Let's call it Cherish ......"

Unconsciously, Ye Fan had already finished singing the song "Spring Mud", but he still didn't hear Yan Yusong shouting and switched to Zeng Jingwei to pick it up. Although Ye Fan was strange, he didn't have Yan Yusong's slogan, so he had to continue singing.

"Those painful memories fall in the dirt of spring

Nourishes the earth and blooms the next flowering season

In the wind, your tears drip down your memories

Let's call it cherishing

Let us learn to cherish. ”

I sang the chorus several times, and as the last word fell, the song "Spring Mud" was sung.

Ye Fan finished singing by himself.

What about the good chorus?

Ye Fan couldn't help but turn his head to look at Yan Yusong and cast an inquiring gaze.

Yan Yusong woke up in Ye Fan's singing, his eyes suddenly burst out with countless essences, looking at Ye Fan, he rushed to Ye Fan excitedly in three steps and two steps, and asked excitedly: "Mr. Ye, do you have any ambitions to develop in music?"

Although Ye Fan was surprised by Yan Yusong's reaction, he shook his head with a light smile.

"Why?" Yan Yusong's face showed a huge look of disappointment, and then he nervously persuaded, "Mr. Ye, your musical potential is very, very huge. If you are willing to embark on the road of music, I promise to make you a superstar, popular all over the country, all over Asia, and even all over the world!"

"Hehe, thank you Professor Yan for your love, I don't want to be musical. Ye Fan refused, unmoved.

Shen Yan had already come back to her senses, and she walked over and persuaded: "Mr. Ye, you are wasting the gift that God has given you, and you are destroying the heavens!"

"You don't need to spend a lot of time studying, just one or two days a week, or even less. Yan Yusong retreated and begged, his tone pleading.

With such a beautiful music, he was afraid that he would regret it for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that Ye Fan still firmly refused.

"Alas-" Yan Yusong sighed regretfully, and his waist was hunched down.

Shen Yan said angrily: "Why are you so stubborn!"