"Now, Xiaoyezi, it's all your fault." ≥," Chen Yichen pretended to be angry and disgusted, "Give me such an ugly nickname." You see, even Brother Keny is making fun of me now. ”

"Say it yourself, how are you going to compensate me?"

Ye Zi glanced at him and set a trap for him first: "Do you want me to compensate you?" ”

Chen Yichen nodded desperately like a chicken pecking rice. There was a flattering expression on his face. The right hand was stretched out in front of Ye Zi, and several fingers were twisting constantly.

What Chen Yichen's idea is, everyone can guess it.

"Okay, then I'll 'puff' your face is good."

Ye Zi took out the small means of playing between friends in later generations, and gave Chen Yichen a flying "rain of saliva". Subsequently, before Chen Yichen could react, he immediately fled.

"Xiao Yezi, why do I think that these days, you are a little bit younger and smaller?" Zhang Lei has always followed Ye Zi's side, and only his speed can keep up with Ye Zi in the crowd.

Of course, it was Ye Zi who asked him to keep up with him in order to keep up. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to catch Ye Zi's shadow with Zhang Lei's speed.

"Are you stupid, Zhang Lei? How old am I, and you want me to be like seventy or eighty all the time? Joke! Ye Zi said with a smile.

"Besides, I finally won this championship today, and I am not allowed to be happy?"

Zhang Lei touched his arm lightly, looking a little worried: "I said Xiao Yezi, is what you said just now true?" ”

"Whatever!" Ye Zi didn't care: "The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, just see the move." ”

"Alas, forget it, you won't be able to stay in Xiangjiang for a few days anyway, just go back to Shencheng." Zhang Lei is still a little worried. But thinking about what Ye Zi said is right, no matter how worried you are, that's it. What else?

"I want to help me say something." Zhang Lei patted Ye Zi's arm and pulled him away: "Let's go, let's drink." ”

If you want to drink quietly on an occasion such as a cocktail party, you have to find a remote corner like you did just now. But Sun Yun and they are negotiating, so it is not appropriate to disturb. And several other secluded corners have long been occupied. Ye Zi and Zhang Lei could only take a glass of wine each and find a place with fewer people to stand. While drinking, they chatted casually.

This time, Ye Zi was a bumper harvest.

Although it is about to face collective suppression and even collective distortion by the Hong Kong media. But no matter how you say it, this can only be regarded as a happy annoyance. Or, in the afterlife's description, "painful and happy." ”

Who told him to win this championship and move this piece of cheese in the Xiangjiang music scene? Where there is gain, there is bound to be loss, and this has been the case since ancient times.

Unbelief?

If you don't believe it, you can ask Zhang Lei to see if he is willing to bear this "pain" instead of Ye Zi? If this is really the case, it is estimated that Zhang Lei would have rubbed it up a long time ago.

For Zhang Lei, this finals is an eye-opener to see the world in Xiangjiang. To talk about the harvest. It was the experience in the semi-finals that made him a little more stable in his mood.

This kind of harvest is not reflected now, and when Zhang Lei's strength and popularity are getting higher and higher, this harvest in his state of mind will help him step on a higher mountain better and faster.

From this point of view, Zhang Lei's harvest from this trip is also not small.

"Brother Ye Zi, Brother Zhang Lei, it turns out that you are hiding here." The two brothers were chatting energetically. The little girl Zeng Chun walked through the crowd and jumped to find her.

"Brother Ye Zi, you ran so fast just now. disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Brother Little Potato said that he wanted to settle accounts with you, hehehehe. The little girl said with a smile.

Little potato brother?

Ye Zi and Zhang Lei couldn't help but chuckle when they imagined Chen Yichen's expression when he heard this title.

"Why didn't you talk to Teacher Zhu? Doesn't she like you very much? Ye Zi asked casually.

Zeng Chun made a bitter face, frowned and said, "I was with Teacher Zhu just now, and she wants to accept me as an apprentice." I also want to go to her house for classes after the New Year. ”

"That's a good thing!" Zhang Lei said strangely: "How do I think you are a little unhappy?" ”

"I have three classes a week! Each class lasts two hours, and you have to start from scratch with vocal practice. Oops, I'm going crazy when I hear it! The little girl complained.

"Brother Ye Zi, I don't want to go to class, can you help me push it off?" Pulling Ye Zi's arm. The little girl blinked her eyes and begged sweetly.

Stretching out his hand to give the little girl a brain, Ye Zi deliberately straightened his face and said sternly: "No! People can't ask for such a good thing, but you are good, and you still want to push it away? If you want to push yourself, I won't help you say this. ”

"Humph!" The little girl pursed her lips and got angry.

Zhang Lei also came to persuade.

"Zeng Chun, this is really a good opportunity, Teacher Zhu does not accept students."

The little girl turned around and begged Zhang Lei again: "Brother Zhang Lei, are you very familiar with Teacher Zhu?" Why don't you help me talk about it? ”

"I" Zhang Lei was held back in one breath, staring speechless.

Ye Zi smiled: "You little girl, why don't you know what's wrong?" Let me ask you, do you want to continue singing? ”

"Humph! Don't leave me alone, bad brother! "The little girl is still angry with Ye Zi.

Ye Zi teased her: "Oh, this is what you said, then I really don't care about you in the future." ”

"No way!" The little girl was in a hurry, grabbed Ye Zi's arm, and immediately surrendered: "Okay, okay, I'll go to class, Brother Ye Zi, you are not allowed to ignore me." ”

"Haha" Ye Zi smiled and patted Zeng Chun's head lightly: "What a stupid girl, how can my brother ignore you?" ”

"Then you can help me push it off, okay? Please, Brother Ye Zi~~~" The little girl began to snort.

Ye Zi stared at the little girl's eyes, and said, "Then I really can't promise you." ”

"Why? I've already learned these vocal exercises! Zeng Chun was anxious and asked rhetorically.

Zhang Lei finally relieved himself, and said very seriously: "Zeng Chun, the sound practice taught by Teacher Zhu must be different from what you learned before. ”

"What's the difference? I can sing very high now, even if I can, even if it is high. The little girl said proudly.

Ye Zi shook his head and smiled: "That's really different." Let's find a place to sit down and talk slowly. ”

Pulling Zeng Chun, the three of them found a small round table and sat down, and Ye Zi said again.

"Zeng Chun, you sue me first, do you want to continue singing in the future?"

"Yes." Zeng Chun said without hesitation: "I think singing is the most interesting." ”

Ye Zi nodded: "If you are not ready to take the road of singing in the future, then I can help you go to Teacher Zhu and push it off." But if you want to continue singing on this path, then I advise you to learn from Teacher Zhu. ”

Seeing Zeng Chun's mouth move, Ye Zi patted her arm and said, "You listen to me first, okay?" ”

"Uh-huh, okay." Zeng Chun tilted his head and hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Teacher Zhu is a very special singer." Ye Zi thought about it and felt that persuasion from this aspect would be more effective: "I guess, little girl, are you still a little unconvinced, think that Teacher Zhu was born in singing folk songs, and can't teach you, a singer who sings pop?" ”

"How do you know?" Zeng Chun was surprised. This thought was hidden in her heart, and no one had ever said it. Brother Ye Zi was able to guess?

"Can you hide this little bit of caution from me?" Ye Zi smiled: "This time you thought wrong, girl." ”

"What's wrong?" Zeng Chun was a little unconvinced: "Isn't Teacher Zhu singing folk songs?" How could I be wrong again? ”

"Now, you're still not convinced." Ye Zi pointed at Zeng Chun, angry and funny in his heart. Children of this age are all a little rebellious, and after making up their minds, they will not accept other people's opinions.

Zeng Chun is the same.

To convince them, you have to have real evidence.

"As I said at the beginning, Mr. Zhu is a very special singer." Ye Zi decided to use facts to convince Zeng Chun.

"At the beginning, in the 60s and 70s, Mr. Zhu was indeed mainly based on ethnic singing. But as early as that period, Mr. Zhu had already begun to study and integrate some techniques of bel canto singing into his own singing. ”

"Teacher Zhu has successfully done this. It is precisely because of Mr. Zhu's singing that integrates ethnic and bel canto, so her voice has the metallic luster of bel canto opera singing on the basis of national singing. Such characteristics are unique in the Chinese music scene. Until today, there is no folk singer who can integrate Eastern and Western singing methods like Mr. Zhu. ”

"Really?" Zeng Chun was shocked all of a sudden.

"Of course it's true. Do you know how the European and American music circles evaluate Mr. Zhu? The Nightingale of China! ”

In 75 years, after Mr. Zhu performed in South America with the Chinese artists visiting the WÈN troupe, a famous poet wrote a long poem entitled "The Nightingale of China - Zhu Fengbo". In this poem, the poet enthusiastically praises: Your voice has engraved the name Huaxia on my heart, and this is a letter that echoes your poetic singing. ”

"How's that girl? Is Mr. Zhu very good? ”

"Really?" Zeng Chun was already fascinated by it: "It's amazing! And then? (To be continued......)