Hao Yun admitted that such a thing as opening a trumpet and adding his roommate was indeed not done by people in the yang world.

But he really didn't expect to be blocked, and he didn't say anything excessive?

Even a 5-star review was given!

There was no class the next morning, Liang Ziyuan didn't say a word, he left with the guitar on his back, probably where to record his new single.

To be honest, Hao Yun really admires this guy.

has been sprayed for three years and insists on making music, if this is not love, then he will not believe in love in his life.

"Brother Ziyuan, what are you doing? Go out early in the morning with a guitar on your back. ”

"I guess I'm looking for a cool place to entertain myself, anyway, don't sing in the bedroom," Zhu Kening rubbed his face with his hands, and muttered in his mouth, "I have a meeting in the afternoon, and many leaders in the courtyard are there." I'll sleep a little longer, and you'll be quieter. ”

Zheng Xueqian: "......"

Hao Yun: "......"

Fuck you!

The whole dormitory is the most moving for you!

If you have to choose between Brother Ziyuan's singing and Brother Kening's snoring, Hao Yun thinks that Liang Ziyuan's singing is more "pleasing to the eye".

After all, no matter how noisy the former is, there is also a cooldown time, and it will be over after putting up with it.

And the latter, that can last all night without stopping......

Before the words fell, Zhu Kening's bed was already breathing heavily.

There is no doubt that the prelude to the storm is already brewing.

Zheng Xueqian glanced at Hao Yun and said with his eyes: What arrangements do you have in the morning?

Hao Yun glanced back at him: casually stroll.

Eighty percent will be wrong, Zheng Xueqian was stunned, and replied to him with a surprised look: Self-study? So early?

Hao Yun nodded and replied with his eyes: Otherwise, it's so noisy here? Can you still sleep?

Barely understood what he meant, Zheng Xueqian's eyes gradually became firm, and he nodded: Okay! Then I'll go too!

After his eyes finished speaking, he turned over and got out of bed, quickly packed his textbooks and put them into his schoolbag, leaving Hao Yun with a confused face, and the wind also left.

……

The snoring in the dormitory was getting louder and louder, and it was too hard to get into bed.

Remembering what Lin Mengmeng had told him about the recording studio before, Hao Yun climbed out of bed and washed up briefly, then put on his clothes and left the bedroom.

On the way to the school gate, he casually sent a WeChat message to Lin Mengmeng.

[Where is the recording studio you mentioned earlier?] 】

originally thought that it would take a while to return, but he didn't expect that as soon as he was about to turn off the screen, Lin Mengmeng's message sent a coordinate.

Immediately behind, there was a "puppy surprised" expression that looked like Ah Huang's son.

[Do you really want to study music? (surprised)】

Hao Yun replied casually.

[What am I lying to you for?] 】

Lin Mengmeng: [Ah...... All right. Then come on, if it's just a musical question, you can ask me if you don't understand! 】

Seeing this line of words, remembering the experience of being blocked yesterday, Hao Yun's heart was moved.

Gan!

Look at the people!

This is the temperament of a musician, is it?

Hey, the only fly in the ointment is that if this guy's talent is music, Hao Yun will definitely leave this opportunity to become a god to her without saying a word.

I don't want her to do anything, just want to be happy.

But unfortunately, the talent of people who really have the potential to become singers is acting.

Hao Yun began to wonder if there was something wrong with this broken system.

After leaving the school gate, I didn't walk long before I arrived at my destination.

I have to say that the place recommended by Lin Mengmeng is really good, whether it is the decoration of the entrance or the temperament of the staff, it looks very professional...... Although he is asked to say where the major is, he may not be able to say.

The only fly in the ointment may be the price.

The piano room and recording studio are charged by the hour, basically the price fluctuates between 100 and 1000 per hour depending on the instrument and equipment, and the discount is after 10 o'clock in the evening, which feels similar to an Internet café?

It will be relatively cheaper if you buy a day, but no matter how you look at it, the price is not close to the people, at least not like it can be consumed by students.

As for those drill card VIP rooms who didn't know what professional equipment they used, Hao Yun selectively ignored them.

Damn, what kind of musical instrument is so expensive, inlaid with diamonds!

Even if it is inlaid with diamonds, it will not be tens of thousands of dollars bigger when you touch it, right?

Fortunately, the popularity of 2048 has not passed, and the follow-up income is not bad, although the consumption here is a little expensive, Hao Yun is not so unaffordable that he directly spent 5,000 yuan to set up an ordinary membership.

Hao Yun didn't look like a veteran, and the young lady who helped him apply for the card immediately smiled and said.

"Sir, do you need professional guidance?"

Hao Yun: "Professional guidance? ”

And this good thing?

The young lady smiled slightly: "Yes, if you are interested in piano, we have instructors at different prices here who can provide one-on-one teaching——"

Sweat!

It turned out to be charged.

Hao Yun hurriedly waved his hand and said.

"No, no, just find me a recording studio with a piano!"

Finally perfunctory the young lady who sold the class, Hao Yun locked the door, took a deep breath and walked to the center of the piano.

Looking at the shiny black and white keys, he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and gently stroke his index finger over the smooth keys.

Although this was probably the first time he had touched the piano in his life, and the touch was indeed as unfamiliar as he expected, for some reason, there was a subtle sense of déjà vu behind the strangeness.

It's like......

He'd fiddled with this thing before.

"Is this Meng Po soup not licked clean......

Wasn't it a game planner in his previous life?

Hao Yun shook his head with a little headache, then pulled out a chair and sat in front of the piano, put his hand on it, and followed the posture of the pianists in the movie, and pressed the first key.

mi——

The melodious sound of the piano echoes in the recording studio.

Humming a familiar melody softly, he pressed the 2nd and 3rd keys down with jerky movements.

so——xi——

At the same time, he sang a cappella in a deep voice.

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and broke the ...... of the world"

"The dream is cold, and there are a few love debts for a lifetime."

"As you ...... by default"

"Life and death are waiting for ......"

"Waiting for the rings to come round and round—"

It feels like it's coming slowly.

It's like a firefly that flickers in the light and darkness.

Grabbing the remnants of the memory and the inspiration from the underworld, Hao Yun's ten fingers followed the rhythm from the depths of his soul, striking a jerky yet firm beat on the black and white keys.

Admittedly, this is not an etude for beginners.

Nor is there any piano textbook that includes this kind of popular repertoire in its first unit.

But there is no doubt that this is the most suitable song for him.

Because only this piece can bring him such a familiar feeling through the fog of memory.

It was only when he was playing this piece that he didn't need a teacher or any reference book to guide him.

Just follow the feeling.

It's like following instinct......

"It's raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep."

"I've heard that you're still guarding the lonely city—"

The intuition from the depths of his soul was as if he was holding his hands, manipulating the puppet called Melody, over and over again, and faster than ever......

Also more skilled!

"The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village—"

"Fate takes root, we ......"

I don't know how many times I went back and forth.

All the way to the sunset outside the window.

When the last note fell, Hao Yun let out a long breath, feeling the silence in the recording studio, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"It's like writing a wheel......

In just one day, he has gone from a novice piano with no foundation to now not only playing the piano accompaniment of "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" smoothly and perfectly, but even playing the piano version of the whole piece with chords.

Thanks to this, he even feels that his current self can play like that even if he picks up other music scores.

Of course, the premise is that the Dharma is not particularly difficult.

But then again, even if it's difficult, it's not a big deal.

When he later has a high number of music attribute points, he unlocks a few more Beethoven or Mozart pieces through memory fragments and is familiar with them a few times, and the proficiency of his skills will naturally go up.

"It's a pity ......"

"It seems that musical attributes only affect the proficiency speed of music-related skills, and at most they can make the fingers flexible, but they do not affect the timbre of singing."

His voice is relatively more youthful, although he thinks he is also very magnetic, but he still can't sing the charm of Dong Chou, nor can he sing the vicissitudes of Lin Zhixuan's version.

If he came to sing, it might be difficult to make a big fire, but a small fire would still be fine.

After all, the lyricists and composers are all bigwigs, and no matter how much the singer's timbre is reduced, the strength of the song itself is also there.

However, these flaws are harmless.

He can't sing, but he can.

Although the advantages may not be learned, at least the words are not clear, and his Ziyuan brothers can be said to be deadly!

Otherwise, this guy wouldn't have been singing in the bedroom for so long, and no one understood what Chinese he was singing.

In terms of timbre, if you take it a little bit, and sing the taste and vicissitudes of life, it shouldn't be a big problem!

As for themselves......

Hao Yun never wanted to be a singer, let alone live a life that was in the limelight.

If he could, he still wanted to make a fortune quietly, standing behind the scenes and brushing up attribute points and memory fragments.

As for troublesome things......

There are so many tools in the people, why should he do everything himself.

“…… The next thing is to record the pure piano version separately, and then upload it to the soundke.com for fishing. ”

Good wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and he is not afraid that the fish will not take the bait.

As long as this song can be on the new song chart, he is not worried that someone will not see it.

As for what happened after that......

That's too simple.

turned on the professional recording equipment next to him, stretched Hao Yun, and put his hands on the piano keys.

Even if this fool blocked his trumpet and made him a little unhappy, who wants you to be all the sons of the master?

How can a father and his son be angry.