Teacher Zheng Jun nodded excitedly.

"No problem, get inspired."

Mao Yi and Xiaobai are also a picture of me ready.

Qin Yi likes this state of sympathy very much.

Everyone is engaged in music, and you can understand each other's minds with a glance.

Qin Yi laughed, very happy.

He closed his eyes slightly.

Bite.

The first tone comes out.

With a hint of rural comfort, he plucked the strings at will.

His voice became much lighter.

: When you're old and your hair is gray.

Drowsiness.

When you're old, you can't walk anymore.

Qin Yi's voice brought some vicissitudes.

The lyrics came together, and everyone was shocked.

As the melody continues.

Xiaobai's voice rang out.

: The country road, so long.

Twists and turns.

Houses in the countryside, high and low.

He hummed casually, the guitar in his hand moving lightly.

The lyrics of the two people can clearly see the difference in style.

Qin Yi's is more charming.

Xiaobai's words are more suitable for young people today.

When it was Mao Yi's turn.

He closed his eyes slightly, and there seemed to be a different picture in his mind.

: Someone as good as me.

should have lived a brilliant life.

How did twenty years come to an end.

is still floating in the sea of people.

His words are also very interesting.

It looks like a vernacular, but it's a good read.

It's a different style.

Zheng Jun's eyes stayed on Mao Yi's body for a long time.

This kid writes really good words.

Maybe the layman can't hear it.

I immediately heard the meaning of his lyrics.

Finally it was my turn.

Teacher Zheng Jun's words are still relatively rough and have a rock flavor.

: I'm not a rock.

Nor a tear.

I'm just a little bird.

Directions in the search for home.

The four of them sang three different styles.

But from the lyrics, it's all a ballad.

The guitar in his hand continued to play the rhythm.

When they couldn't think of the lyrics, they hummed them.

The whole living room has a very nice atmosphere.

Xiaobai is the youngest, but he is the most active.

He flicked and suddenly threw away his guitar.

"There is, there is~~"

Eagerly, he picked up a pen and paper and hurried into the bedroom.

"This kid..."

Teacher Zheng Jun complained helplessly.

He looked up at Qin Yi and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Go on~~ We still have a tacit understanding."

Qin Yi laughed, put down the guitar and walked to the piano.

"Come on, try this~~"

Teacher Zheng Jun's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be more and more excited.

"I'm here ~~"

He actually walked over and took the erhu up.

Mao Yi watched as the two masters were holding different music.

Instead of playing a musical instrument, he sat quietly with a pen and paper and watched them.

Occasionally, he helps everyone to harmonize.

Qin Yi hadn't had this hearty feeling for a long time.

He played the piano, and his fingers were silky smooth as if they were dancing on the keyboard.

"Good!"

Teacher Zheng Jun laughed and went to get the violin again.

Qin Yi watched Teacher Zheng Jun change his musical instrument, and picked up the instrument at hand very casually.

When I picked it up, I found that it was suona.

He was directly shocked in place, looking at the suona in his hand and falling into deep thought.

The netizens in the live broadcast room gathered more and more with the bets of the five people.

When everyone saw the musical instrument in Qin Yi's hand, everyone smiled and bent over.

"Hahahaha~~ Qin Yi's confused expression is so real~~ It's intercepted."

"Do I think Qin Yi can blow suona again?"

"It's all suona is the king of musical instruments, as soon as suona comes out, it is invincible~~ The whole expectation is lived."

When everyone was speculating whether Qin Yi would play suona.

Saw.

Qin Yi's hand paused, and then picked up the suona.

He took a deep breath.

Drip, drip!

The penetrating sound of suona sounded.

Teacher Zheng Jun was so shocked that he stopped what he was doing and looked at Qin Yi blankly.

Mao Yi seemed to have this expression all along, but there was a hint of surprise in his eyes at the moment.

Lin Yanjun, who was outside the room, was startled and stood up suddenly.

"You kid, you can't hide it deeply~~ Even suona is fine."

After the initial surprise, Mr. Zheng Jun finally found his voice.

"Hehe, I studied it when I was fine."

Qin Yi smiled and explained.

Who would have thought that he would know almost all the instruments on the market.

In my previous life, I liked strange musical instruments the most.

Therefore, I learned a lot of ancient musical instruments.

The current body is also a person who loves music very much, and knows many kinds of instruments.

Two people's stuff combined.

As a result, Qin Yi's music literacy could not be higher.

"Let's write songs separately~~"

Qin Yi glanced at Mao Yi, who was leaving silently, and glanced at Teacher Zheng Jun.

"Well, let's go~~"

Teacher Zheng Jun fiddled with the suona and said casually.

He didn't really care about this childlike bet.

It's still okay to write a song casually with your own ability.

It's just that whether you're satisfied or not has to be calculated.

Qin Yi came to the stone bench outside the house without making a sound.

I saw him holding a pen and paper, writing almost without a pause.

The photographer watched his movements, smooth and fast.

He got so close that he filmed it.

Only then did netizens see that Qin Yi was writing lyrics.

He barely hesitated, as if the lyrics had already appeared in his head many times.

I remember it very clearly.

Soon.

He finished writing the lyrics and didn't stop writing.

Qin Yi actually put the lyrics aside, and took out a piece of paper and continued to write.

The photographer was curious again and got closer.

Qin Yi's hand was writing on the paper.

After a while, everyone realized that he had written the tune.

He managed to do the lyrics and tunes in such a short time?

Everyone had stunned expressions.

Writing songs has been heard of quickly.

But isn't this kind of going too far?

Just when Qin Yi looked at the song he wrote with satisfaction.

Lin Yanjun has already taken out the song he had written.

I saw him walk slowly to the living room.

"I've written it, what about you~~"

He unceremoniously slapped the song he had written on the table, and his voice was deliberately loud.

I'm afraid you won't hear it.

Qin Yi walked in after him.

"I'm fine too~~"

He placed the two pieces of paper he had written on the edge of the table.

Not for a while.

Xiaobai and Mao Yi also walked out with their own works.

Finally, there was Mr. Zheng Jun, who came to the living room slowly.

"Yo, you're all very fast~~ The afterlife is terrifying."

He couldn't help but sigh.

I thought it would take at least two hours to write.