A strange accent that came from somewhere was Wang Ling's first impression when he heard the wandering singer's singing. Of course, if you put aside these problems, Wang Ling feels that the overall singing is still good, at least the singing is still in tune......

However, if you want to become a real professional singer through the talent show, young people are obviously far from enough.

Wang Ling's research on music is very limited, and he is only a two-knife who knows a little guitar, so he can't make a more professional evaluation of the young man's singing.

However, when it comes to how to stand out in the talent show......

Wang Ling felt that there were the following necessary factors.

First, it doesn't have to be particularly handsome, but at least it has to look pleasing to the eye;

Second, maybe the voice doesn't have to be particularly professional, but at least it needs to be recognizable. It's useless to just sing without going out of tune.

Finally, the third and most important point...... That is, the life experience must be miserable! And it's as miserable as possible! It is best to listen to the first dozen words of the story to make all the audience and judges moved to tears......

Unfortunately, this young man does not have any of the above conditions.

As a wandering singer, Tang Youning obviously has no plan for his uninhibited appearance, giving people a dirty feeling at first glance. Moreover, the experience of this young man cannot be regarded as miserable at all, at most he can only be regarded as a poor singer who insists on his musical dream. There are too many such people within the scope of Hua Xiuguo...... If you want to enter the audience's sight through the talent show, at least someone in the family must have a terminal illness!

Wang Ling took a bite of half of the beef and put it in his mouth, and was fiercely criticizing the current talent show in his heart...... The young man stared at the plate of silkworm shredded potato bibimbap in front of him, and his eyes were red: "I really ...... Isn't it right to be a singer at all? ”

The voice was low, and there was a sense of inferiority, but everyone heard it.

It is clear that the loss of today's talent show has hit the youth quite hard......

The altar boss turned off the roaring range hood, wiped his greasy hands with a rag, slowly walked to the young man's side, and patted the young man's thin shoulders with clear collarbones: "Cheer up, Xiao Tang!" ”

I don't know if it's because of the relationship between the perennial cooking, the owner of the altar is very strong, especially in comparison with the youth, this physical gap is particularly obvious. Wang Ling had no doubt that the altar boss could directly smash the young man's shoulder bone with a little more strength......

The owner of this shop is no ordinary person.

Cultivation is at least in the Jindan period.

Wang Ling was aware of this as soon as he entered the door.

The altar boss looked at Tang Youning and continued to comfort: "Once, there was a great man who said that the birth of a genius requires 99% hard work plus 1% talent. Maybe your efforts aren't enough! So, don't give up! ”

The young man raised his head and looked at the boss, as if he saw a glimmer of hope: "Is it true?" ”

However, as soon as the boss of the altar here finished speaking, Dad Wang's conditional launch turned on the poisonous tongue mode, and silently continued the conversation and added: "This famous sentence actually has the second half of the sentence, do you know?" Although only 1% of talent is required, 1% of talent is the most important! ”

Tan Boss: "......"

Tang Youning was about to cry: "......" Why do you want to say it!

Wang Ling: "......" pierced my heart, Lao Tie!

It can only be said that Dad Wang's poisonous tongue skills are getting longer and longer.

This poisonous tongue attack made the young man powerless to resist at all.

In this regard, the altar boss felt very helpless.

However, Wang's father obviously didn't think much of his poisonous tongue at all.

Everyone has heard such a poisonous chicken soup: There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up......

Dad Wang felt that since he had no talent for doing things, it was very stupid to continue to be persistent. Three hundred and sixty lines are the champions, why do you have to hang yourself on a tree? Why can't I hang on other trees a few more times?

Crush dreams with a poisonous tongue...... Let young people recognize the reality and get on the right path as soon as possible. Dad Wang feels that this is the correct education and guidance for young people as an elder.

"Lingling, come to a paragraph?" At this time, Dad Wang suddenly turned his gaze to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling was silent: "......"

"This gentleman, your son also studied music?" The altar boss was a little curious.

Dad Wang shook his head: "He is only a freshman in high school this year, and he learned some guitar in his spare time." It's kind of a musical sword, right? But I think no matter how hard you work hard, half of the music industry will be his! ”

For half of the music industry, the altar boss obviously disagreed, shook his head and said: "No, no, no, half of the music industry belongs to Mr. Wang Banbi." ”

“……”

To put it mildly, the teacher Wang Banbi in the mouth of the altar boss is also a strange person, because he once boasted about Haikou in the media, claiming that if the rock industry loses him, he will lose half of the country...... And that's how Wang Banbi's nickname came.

Now, that's a bit of a tongue-in-cheek way of saying it. Therefore, the wandering singer expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Wang's father's behavior of advocating his son: "I studied music with a vocal teacher...... Your son is just a hobby, and what else do you say...... That's too much of an exaggeration, right? ”

"Come on! Order! It's time to put on a show of real technology! Dad Wang suddenly gave Wang Ling a thumbs up, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

Bite! - Everyone seems to be able to see Daddy Wang's teeth flashing......

Wang Ling: "......" on your MMP!

Of course, Wang Ling refused, if he just wanted him to play the guitar, it was okay, but if he wanted to play and sing...... The problem is very serious! Because of his setting, he doesn't speak!

However, under the gaze of Wang Dad's torch, Wang Ling finally compromised......

First of all, Wang Ling was afraid that Wang's father would deduct his pocket money for no reason because of his refusal. Secondly, Wang Ling was a little concerned about the young man's disdainful eyes.

That yourself...... Just put on a show?

So, Wang Ling silently came to the corner and picked up Tang Youning's acoustic guitar. He took a deep breath and felt even more nervous than he usually did in his life at school.

Tang Youning crossed his arms and sneered with the mentality of watching a play: "Yo, this is nervous?" When I usually sing in the streets and alleys, I have never been nervous when so many people look at me! ”

Wang Ling's eyes swept Tang Youning lightly, and his expression did not show a trace of waves......

What exactly should be sung?

Wang Ling thought about it......

The pop songs in this world are actually very limited, and Hua Xiuguo does not attach enough importance to music. However, this does not mean that Wang Ling usually can't listen to good music. His antenna can be connected to all planes and world lines, just like the radio FM.

After thinking about it in his mind for a while, Wang Ling suddenly thought of a song from other planes that was very suitable for guitar playing and singing......

Holding the guitar, Wang Ling swept the strings several times and tried the sound.

A youthful guitar sounds.

Then, Wang Ling spoke.