Almighty superstar starts with divorce

Chapter 44 44: Acquiring Songwriting Abilities

"Whoa, whoa-"

The audience applauded.

It is worth mentioning that Dalang, a busker, should have put his guitar backpack in the crowd so that the audience could tip him.

However, his "sixth song" did not ask for "money field".

Maybe, it's really just for art!

or.
Simply give this song to Liu Yi, a bosom friend?

Dalang lowered his head slightly and plucked the strings.

Before he played the guitar, he never bowed his head and never looked at the strings.

However, today I saw it.

He cleared his voice again.

Before he sang, he hardly cleared his throat.

But today, he also cleared his throat.

All this does not mean that Dalang's voice has regressed.

It's because of Dalang's care!
At this time, after the prelude, the singing sounded and wafted through the entire Wenyi Street.

It's like countless staves in the air.

Liu Yi gently closed his eyes, and the night breeze blew, and the corners of his clean shirt slowly swayed and swayed with the breeze.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to each tune.

The prelude of the song has a cheerful tone and a small range.

It sounds young but not immature.

Liu Yi seemed to see a young man, a young man chasing his dream.

Then, the tune gradually increased and became short.

It sounds so radical, hardworking, and uplifting.

He seemed to see this young man's efforts to pursue his dream.

Then, the song becomes shocking and exciting again.

Liu Yi seemed to have seen the success of this young man.

Eventually, the piece has a wide range of vocals, sometimes high and sometimes low.

This kind of song sounds hesitant, unwilling but helpless.

I want to "pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and see Nanshan leisurely."

But I also thought "Riding the wind and breaking the waves will sometimes hang the clouds and sail straight to the sea."

Liu Yi's eyes were still tightly closed, and there was a slight breeze blowing towards his face.

He seemed to see this young man gradually becoming a middle-aged man.

Therefore, at this time the tune has a touch of sadness.

The first verse of the song is over.

There are more and more people around.

Liu Yi stood on the spot and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were fixed on the big waves with spirit.

He has already understood the voice of Da Lang.

Chen Jianxia was standing next to Liu Yi, and she also looked at Dalang in a daze.

As an agent, I see many good singers!

There are so many good lyrics!

There are so many good compositions!

but.

Good singers add lyrics and music, but there are very few!

Chen Jianxia tugged at the corner of Liu Yi's clothes, and blinked his big eyes twice.

"Liu Yi, I always feel that the experience before Dalang must not be that simple.

I feel that he is very similar to someone in the entertainment industry! "

Liu Yi still stared at Da Lang dully.

"Yes!"

"How do you know?" Chen Jianxia raised his head slightly and looked at Liu Yi.

Liu Yi slowly raised his finger and pointed at the big waves.

"I heard it in his singing."

Chen Jianxia asked: "Can you still hear the singing?"

"Correct!"

"Then who do you think he is? I always talk about it, but I can't remember it."

Liu Yi did not answer.

The song is only half sung so far.

As we all know, a complete song always has to be repeated, then climax, and end.

At this time, people around have already praised the song Dalang,
The voice of the system came from Liu Yi's ears.

[Potential value +258, song creation ability +16, voice +6. 】

The more abilities one acquires from the opponent, the greater the gap with the opponent.

Even though Penguin Entertainment has a large number of talents, Liu Yi has acquired so much songwriting ability.

but.

Under the singing of Dalang, the ability he acquired before is no different from not acquiring it.

It is conceivable how strong is Dalang's songwriting ability?
"Could it be that Da Lang was not a singer before, but a composer?"

This was his first thought when he heard the sermon.

gradually
The singing of the big waves attracted more and more crowds of onlookers.

None of these people spoke, and none of them coughed.

Liu Yi even felt that the breathing sound in the crowd became smaller.

Music every second.
The singing is second by second.
Finally, the singing of the big wave ended——

"Whoa, whoa-"

People around applauded.

"Wow—"

The sounds of admiration and whispering from the surroundings also continued to appear.

In the system, voices kept pouring into Liu Yi's ears.

[Potential value +258, song creation ability +16, voice +6. 】

[Potential value +258, song creation ability +16, voice +6. 】

[Potential value +258, song creation ability +16, voice +6. 】

【.】

This feeling, the needle does not poke!

Liu Yi's mind instantly felt extremely clear.

He seems to feel that countless song knowledge, skills, and even inspiration are pouring in.

In this way, he continued to acquire songwriting ability.

After the big wave finished singing, everyone was still unsatisfied.

Someone in the crowd yelled, "One more!"

Immediately, countless people began to shout.

"One more! One more! One more."

However, Dalang smiled and faced the audience.

This kind of smile is very mature, the maturity that a man in his 30s should have.

"The rules are only broken for bosom friends. This is the last song for today."

Everyone had no choice but to disperse with the dim light.

Liu Yi walked slowly to Da Lang, and Chen Jianxia just followed behind Liu Yi.

At this time, Dalang put down the guitar, put it into a black guitar bag, and carried it on his back.

Liu Yi said to Da Lang: "Thank you!"

Da Lang didn't say you're welcome, but just asked, "How is it?"

Liu Yi also asked questions.

"You must have been an ordinary person before, right?"

Da Lang joked: "I'm not alone, am I half a man?"

Chen Jianxia smiled "puchi" behind Liu Yi.

Liu Yi shook his head lightly, facing the big waves squarely, without the slightest hint of a smile.

"No! I mean, what did you do before? Or, what kind of person were you before?"

Dalang lowered his head slightly, and did not speak, his eyes seemed to be parting, unwilling.

Just like what Liu Yi heard from his singing—resignation and hesitation.

Seeing this, Liu Yi couldn't bear to ask more questions, so he gave up.

"Forget it, if you don't want to tell it, don't tell it. You have the right to keep your secret.

However, I have already heard from your songs that you were not a street singer before. "

Dalang raised his head instantly, looking at Liu Yi with bright eyes.

"Oh? What did you hear?"

Liu Yi coughed twice and cleared his throat.

Casually said: "It's so cold in the heights, dancing to find out the shadows, how does it seem to be in the world?"

Dalang's eyes suddenly became brighter.

This music has built a bridge for the two, a bridge of communication.

Regardless of whether others can understand it or not, at least the current Liu Yi already understands it.

He already understood the inner voice of Dalang.

Dalang lowered his head and sighed, obviously acquiescing.

At this time, he raised his head again and glanced at the long hair side.

Shouted to Changmao: "Shangmao, aren't you going to pursue art today?"

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