"Haha, the world of music is really amazing."

Li Jinglin smiled.

Mr. He was very excited, and this excitement was obviously to get some content that is difficult to find in daily life in the wonderful world of music.

It's like playing a game, everyone is clearing the level normally according to common sense.

Suddenly, some people have researched some weird genres, strange ways of playing, or magical combinations

Or some different understandings and operations.

It will make people exclaim, "Nest, can this game still be played like this?!" ”

At this time, Mr. He's mood.

It's very similar to the feeling of shocking and cheering when the ancient players watched the game and found that the blind man could kick in the round.

"How long is it until the show is recorded?"

Li Jinglin asked.

"Well, in half an hour."

Teacher He glanced at the time and immediately replied with a smile.

At this time, Mr. He's curiosity about Li Jinglin was completely full.

For such a legendary musician, Mr. He has too many questions to ask.

The reason why I didn't ask, it was for the sake of politeness, for the sake of professional quality.

But now, such curiosity is somewhat uncontrollable.

I think back to some of the topic discussions about Li Jinglin that I saw on the Internet before.

reminds me of some netizens' comments on Li Jinglin.

Teacher He thinks.

This may still be light.

And when I think of it, there are still so many sporadic people who will say something like "Actually, Li Jinglin is just like this" and other similar words.

Teacher He suddenly felt that the level of humor of such remarks was soaring.

"Professor Li, when are you going to give us another song?"

Zeng Yi suddenly opened his mouth a little sourly.

"For singers in the pop music industry like ours, Lao Li, you also have to get wet with rain and dew!"

And after hearing this.

Han Hong's expression suddenly became strange.

"Ouch, Zeng Yi, the sound of your abacus beads is really loud, I heard it hundreds of miles away."

"Hahaha!"

Although everyone was half-jokingly talking and laughing.

But I couldn't help but look at Li Jinglin with some expectation.

"Ah, look at fate."

Li Jinglin pinched his chin.

"If you're in a good mood, it's not impossible to meet a subject that you just like."

As a matter of fact.

Everyone also knows the reason why Li Jinglin is not too keen on writing pop songs.

Because, in comparison.

Pop music is really too simple.

It's hard to be interested in doing it, and you have to wait until you're in the mood to do it.

Moreover, even if it is pop music, composers like Li Jinglin will habitually polish all the details.

Maybe at first I thought it would be fun to do some pop music.

But after a few rounds, you'll find out that that's it.

Eventually, it will move towards pure music composition.

"Yes, don't affect Brother Lin's practice."

"Huh?!"

"I'll go, I almost forgot, Brother Lin is the first person in the violin world."

"I have decided, if my child learns music in the future, I will hand it over to Brother Lin!"

"You're thinking so beautiful!"

"Don't wake up, there's everything in your dreams."

All of a sudden.

The lounge is even more lively.

I have to say.

Before the recording, after having such a wave of conversations.

The state of the crowd really returned to the appearance of private communication.

Very natural and relaxing.

So much so that when it was time to record, everyone started recording.

All of them make battle-hardened photographers doubt life.

[Am I really recording a show?] 】

Right in the middle of the recording.

A few people chatted and sat down in their respective seats.

But after sitting for a while, I think the distance between them is a little far.

The bento moved the stools together and placed peanuts and melon seeds on the coffee table.

The most excessive are Zhang Jie and Zeng Yi.

I even ordered takeout and brought small snacks like potato chips, chewing gum, and sandwich biscuits.

Open it, place it on a plate, and set it up.

"Let's discuss who will come first, and give everyone the whole piece of music."

Li Jinglin swallowed melon seeds and crossed Erlang's legs.

looked at the people who were also cross-legged with a smile.

"Lottery decision?"

"Pump!"

After the lottery was drawn, the order of the performances was determined.

Of course, that's to be sure.

After that, no one knew who was interested, so they temporarily added more performances.

The whole thing is with KTV.

If you don't be on the show, you can't drink, and I'm afraid you can't drink beer in two.

"Zhang Jie opens, good, good."

Li Jinglin smiled and sat up straight.

The camera was obviously very face-saving, so it turned around at the same time as Li Jinglin spoke.

"I like Zhang Jie's voice so much, God's best."

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone couldn't help but nod.

If the strength is not strong, put it aside, and the singing style will not be mentioned.

In terms of the natural condition of the voice alone.

Among all the people, Zhang Jie is undoubtedly the best.

In terms of song selection, Zhang Jie also chose the most barrage play.

"Over the Moon".

Soon.

Zhang Jie began to sing.

When singing, everyone is still very face-saving.

Listen very carefully.

But Zhang Jie is really having fun and completely letting herself go.

While singing, he waved his hands excitedly.

The gesture of waving his hand is simply that of Makabaka himself.

The audience will not eat melon seeds, potato chips, or coke when others are singing.

Because it's not very polite.

But I can't stop shaking my legs.

However, after singing, Zhang Jie returned to the crowd.

Everyone had a clear understanding and started at the same time.

It was time for a wave of "crazy snacks".

This time is interspersed with small talk.

Until the second person came on stage to sing.

The photographer who watched it was stunned.

"Wow, these mustard-flavored chips are delicious."

It was Mr. He who said this.

Yes, under the leadership of the crowd.

Mr. He blended in perfectly.

"I prefer the cucumber flavor."

"You can try cucumber and mustard together."

"The imagination of this potato chip is still limited, it should be a whole mint-flavored potato chip, with beef-flavored chewing gum."

"Brother Lin, has your taste always been so explosive?"

"Okay."

This scene, which appeared in the recording of the program, is so inconsistent.

But for some reason, the photographer thought it was quite interesting.

So in this kind of entanglement and twisting.

The photographer's thinking gradually began to move closer to the crowd.

In his spare time, he couldn't help but say to the assistant beside him.

"Well, you can bring me two packets of mustard-flavored potato chips when you go out later, and I'm a little hungry to see what they eat."

"Oh yes, bring another packet of cucumbers."

"Coke has to be on the whole point, preferably ice."

“.”

"Forget it, I'll give you five hundred yuan, you look at it, buy more, bring a few more for others, and everyone eats together"

The director of the show frowned.

I don't know why.

A music variety show.

Suddenly, it was recorded as a tasting meeting of small snacks.

But.

"Well, that seems to be a lot of fun, too."

The superintendent was not angry.

In fact, the main focus of variety shows is still topics and activities.

It's just that this variety show, in terms of the overall tone, has chosen a more relaxed and warm mode.

It's a bit of a lack of impact.

There is such a small easter egg that is active and active, and the overall atmosphere is actually quite good.

"What, tell the photographer, the snack crew is reimbursed."

The superintendent system quickly explained.

The whole program team began to become "sweet" from the inside out.

And when the backstage began to study snacks.

Zeng Yi and Linghua also began to sing.

When I walked by, I also gave the musical instrument teacher a cold happy water.

Then in front of Zhang Jie.

sang "The Most Beautiful Sun".

So, everybody saw the light.

If Zhang Jie sings this song, it feels like focusing on "The Most Beautiful".

That Zeng Yi and Linghua sang this song, and it was directly "Sun".

"Ouch, I'll go!"

Li Jinglin's eyes lit up.

I have to say.

If you choose the right tune, find the right person.

It does create a different chemistry.

At the end of the day, he praised it without hesitation.

"The finishing touch to this violin string is awesome."

"And Lao Zeng and Sister Hua are worthy of being old partners, and they have their own exclusive harmony methods."

As a commentator, Li Jinglin needs to make a "mouth substitute" for the audience.

It doesn't have to be faulty, and it doesn't have to be pure boasting.

Instead, I named some highlights, and elaborated on some feelings that everyone can probably get, but can't say badly.

"The music as a whole?"

"What else do you say about the whole, as soon as they open their mouths, it is light."

"And in the middle paragraph, although it is not bel canto singing, there is a pop music as the main body, trying to express some more classical textures, and the weight is just right, and the embellishment is very successful."

Professionalism is a little bit necessary.

But a little bit is enough.

Just like summarizing Zhang Jie's singing before.

Li Jinglin also accepted it when he saw it.

Then it starts to switch to the whole live track.

Some teased Zeng Yi jokes.

"Of course, Brother Zeng Yi's expression management is still starting to get out of control as I expected."

"Huh?"

Zeng Yi was stunned.

Very cooperative, he once again gave a wide-eyed and small-eyed expression.

It's exactly the same as when you just sang a song.

See this scene.

Everyone was happy.

"Hahahaha!"

But Li Jinglin didn't laugh.

Rather, it was a very calm opening.

"Every time I see my great-brother staring at him, I want to laugh, but I hold back, the main thing is respect."

Immediately, he looked at the stunned Zeng Yi with a very serious gaze.

He nodded solemnly.

"Hahahaha!"

Everyone couldn't hold back their laughter.

Especially the rhombus.

Laugh loudest.

Next, it is Zeng Yi's rapid throat locking skills demonstration.

"Respect yes, respect me yes!"

"Brother Zeng let go of me!"

"Don't let it go!"

"Write more lyrics for you when I write a song for you next time!"

"Okay!"

"Hahaha!"

Another burst of laughter hit.

The director system in the background is even more confused.

At this point, I can't understand it at all.

Why did it suddenly become a funny variety show again?

Program! My show!

(End of chapter)