A note pops out, like a bullet, burrows into people's ears and then explodes in their minds.

Thundered...... The whole body is transparent, and it is indescribably comfortable.

Fingers danced up and down, and a series of notes flew out, forming a formation of dive bombers, and the flames flashed and exploded one after another. The crowd on the side of the road tilted their heads slightly, squinted their eyes, and enjoyed quietly.

Before you know it, the climbing lattice becomes a scale, and the scale unfolds into a gorgeous melody.

His right thumb plucked the bass strings loosely, creating a gorgeous bass melodic line.

Yang Zhenyu suddenly thought of two words: finger bullets!

The guitar is a plucked instrument, and there are many ways to pluck the strings. Electric guitars and acoustic guitars are most commonly used with picks, while classical guitars use fingers. Finger-style is also played with fingers (some with finger covers), but there are many differences from classical guitar playing.

It's more like playing the piano.

The constant bass accompanies and the treble sings the melody, and they are like two completely separate lines, but they are intertwined with each other and greet each other.

The audience grew more and more, and there was a big circle.

Everyone has seen playing a guitar, but they never thought that an acoustic guitar would sound so good. The pores on everyone's body were opened, and they listened greedily.

From curiosity, to confusion, to obsession, it only takes a few seconds.

The notes became dense, but the guitar was still relaxed, like a snooze yellow cat stretched out and pressed against the bed. Especially the bass, clear, relaxed, and gradually has a swaying sense of uncertainty.

And in the treble, a bright melody is hidden in the other notes, looming.

Yang Zhenyu opened his mouth wide.

He listened silently to the sound of the piano, and in one or two places, the melody was very familiar, but it was quickly obliterated by another completely unfamiliar melody. He just wanted to catch it, but lost his thoughts.

What kind of tune is this, so good?

Fortunately, the melody gradually became stronger and clearer, and came out of it in the beating notes of light and dark. Many of those present heard it. Yang Zhenyu also came to his senses, and he was even more surprised.

Fang Yandan's is also "Thinking of You Every Day".

Yang Zhenyu couldn't imagine that a simple pop song would become like this. Rich, intense, exciting. …… Is this pre-rehearsed, or is it improvised?

Fang Yan improvised it. He heard Yang Zhenyu sing "I Miss You Every Day", and sang it so badly that he wanted to play a song. It's not that he particularly likes "Thinking of You Every Day", it's just that this song fits his mood very well.

In the long days of prison, I miss you every day.

Your smiling face, your voice.

I'm coming.

The night was close and quiet.

He didn't expect to play the piano casually on the side of the road a few times, attracting so many onlookers. But it doesn't matter, he always sings to the inmates in prison and has a lot of experience in performing.

After a full melody is played, the guitar stops, but the notes seem to still float in the air, unwilling to disperse for a long time. People are still immersed in the sound of the guitar, unwilling to wake up, and they are all at a loss.

Fang Yan was silent for 3 seconds.

Let's take this song as a greeting to you.

"When I stood at the window......"

On the guitar just now, Yang Zhenyu was already stupid, and sat down in despair. But hearing Fang Yan sing the first sentence, he reacted again, and a contemptuous breath came out of his nostrils.

For nothing else, Fang Yan sang not the original tune, but an octave lower than Zhang Yusheng's version.

The distance between tones is called degree. For example, in the major scale, 12345671 the distance between these two 1s is 8 notes, which is called an octave (pure octave). When a human ear listens to these two 1s, it will feel very similar.

The ultra-difficult "Thinking of You Every Day" is lowered by an octave, and it becomes very comfortable and much simpler. This is the reason why Yang Zhenyu scoffed.

But after listening to a few words, Yang Zhenyu's face changed again.

Fang Yan's singing is very strange and different. It's more like talking than singing.

Close to you, in your ear, quietly speaking to you.

Fang Yan didn't sing to Mike, but stood far away. There are two reasons, one is that the microphone is too bad to use, and the other is that there is a lot of Yang Zhenyu's saliva on it.

"Faint, flickering eyes......"

His voice was flat, with some lazy energy, not at all. Oddly enough, his singing voice completely overshadowed the guitar. The sound of the guitar seems to be gone, and people can only hear the singing.

The volume of the guitar has become lower? Yang Zhenyu listened carefully and found that there was no.

He sings as naturally as breathing, as if he doesn't need to breathe. The voice is not high, but it is very concentrated, and it seems that only 1 percent of the strength is used, and the remaining 9 percent are ready to go, and they are deeply suppressed in the body. He's singing with his body, and his whole body is a perfect instrument.

A force that is just right.

Fang Yan's singing spread far and wide, piercing the entire street. Every word is clear. When the people in the distance heard the singing, they were a little confused, and they couldn't help but turn their steps, slowly walked to the front, and listened with fascination.

Fang Yan's "Thinking of You Every Day" is very different from Zhang Yusheng's original version. The tempo slowed down a lot, and it became a kind of casual chanting, both distant and quiet.

He sings roughly, seemingly without any skill, without any delicate embellishment, like a stone of primitive times, simple, rough, straightforward, incomparably simple.

The rhythm of some of the accents also moved slightly, and although it was unstable, it had a little more flavor. In addition, his words are very loose, and although each word is clear and clean, it is vague and obscure.

It's comfortable, like a drunk old man reciting the story of his whole life.

The singing was faint and quiet, but it easily penetrated into everyone's heart, causing a violent tsunami. Qi and blood are surging, intense, boiling, irrepressible, and irresistible.

Yang Zhenyu's nose was sour.

He gasped with difficulty, holding back his might, but tears still flowed. In the blurred tears, he saw that many faces in the crowd in front of him were also full of tears.

The song "I Miss You Every Day" is very short, Fang Yan sang the chorus twice, and at the end, it was only 2 minutes.

The last bit of guitar sound dissipates in the air, and the atmosphere is weird.

Is it over?

More than 100 people stood on the side of the pedestrian street, and more than half of them were holding mobile phones with red eyes and filming videos.

No one applauded, no one spoke, and everyone looked at Fang Yan and was silent for a long time.

No, there is another voice.

"Woo woo woo ......"

One girl couldn't control it anymore and burst into tears. Her whole body trembled, tears were pouring down her face, and there was no one around. As she cried, several more sobbing sounds were heard.

Yang Zhenyu sat in the circle, crying, more like he had lost his soul.

Forehead.

Fang Yan was embarrassed. When he sang in prison, he often made people cry. Who has not been in prison for a sad thing to look back on? More than 40 old men were crying, often with a group of people with tears in their eyes, and the wails came and went, and even the hearts of the prison guards were desolate.

At this time, Fang Yan would always play a cheerful sketch to adjust the atmosphere. All right.