A song about a southern girl made her ex-girlfriend cry on the judges' bench

Yan Xi had seen with her own eyes that Fan Ying could write an electronic music piece in five minutes, but bel canto is not electronic music.

It is impossible to perfectly combine the styles of both parties without spending time to get used to each other.

Blindly pursuing efficiency will only result in something unsatisfactory.

If the final product is a shoddy product, she would rather offend people than choose to perform.

Of course, she only thought about these words in her mind and did not express them.

Maybe she misunderstood Fan Ying's meaning. He might just want to use his time reasonably, write songs when he should, and eat when he should!

The group came to the rehearsal room together.

Fan Ying went straight to the table, picked up a pen and paper and began to write the score, and at the same time did not forget to say:

"Teacher Yan Xi, I just thought of a song that is very suitable for you to sing. Wait for me for ten minutes. I will write down the score first, and then you can see if it works."

Yan Xi was stunned for a moment. Fan Ying had just arrived at the rehearsal room. The two sides didn't even say hello. They didn't even know each other's style in depth, but they started writing songs?

She gritted her teeth and decided to tell her what she thought.

"Teacher Fan Ying, high efficiency is a good thing, but don’t we need to run in some practice first?......"

Fan Ying said without even raising his eyelids:

"I've seen two of your performances, and you've seen two of mine. Although we haven't formally collaborated, I should have a general understanding of each other's styles, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll finish writing the melody first, you hum it, and if you're not satisfied with it, we can change it."

Yan Xi could only smile helplessly.

She did watch Fan Ying's two performances, but the more she watched, the less she understood him.

After all, in these two performances, Fan Ying performed electronic music in one performance and rap in the other, and it was said that these were not what he was best at.

But Fan Ying was so excited, and she couldn't disturb him, so she could only wait quietly with great concern.

Ten minutes later, Fan Ying took a stack of white paper and handed her the top two pages.

"Hum it and see how it feels. The first page is the score and the second page is the lyrics.

Fan Ying handed the remaining papers to the musicians one by one.

"You guys take a look too, and when the performance comes, you can play according to the score."

After hearing what he said, one of the cellists finally couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to stand up.

"Teacher Fan Ying, this is a collaborative competition after all. It's a good thing that you can write songs, but don't you have to discuss it with us first? Don't forget that the style you want to write should not only be able to fit in with the bel canto, but also with the musicians like us."

"You have indeed seen our performance, but you are not that familiar with our instruments, right? We appreciate that you composed the music in less than ten minutes, but isn't it a bit too hasty to write the lyrics and arrange the music in such a short time?"

Another violinist also echoed:

"Teacher Fan Ying, please don't get me wrong, we are not targeting you, it's just that our style is indeed no different from others. You may be able to play out a catchy electronic music in such a short time, but it's impossible for you to write an arrangement suitable for us to play, especially since we have so many instruments to coordinate."

Fan Ying smiled and said,"Don't worry, you should familiarize yourself with your own scores first, and then play together when you can play them without mistakes. This is just a preliminary version. If you are not satisfied, you can put forward your own opinions, whether it is modification or complete rejection, I don't mind."

After hearing what he said, no one knew what to say, so they could only stare at the score and play softly.

Yan Xi was humming in beautiful voice beside them. While everyone was familiarizing themselves with the score, she blinked and looked at Fan Ying with a strange look in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Fan Ying noticed her look.

Yan Xi sighed and said faintly:

"Are you a genius? Can the melody you just wrote be so beautiful? I just tried it, and it sounds great whether it is sung in a pop style or in bel canto."

"Right, I won’t joke about the competition."

Fan Ying clapped his hands and asked the musicians:

"How’s everyone’s practice going? How about playing together once to get a feel for it?"

"We have no problem."

The speaker was a celesta player. He didn't know how other people's scores were, but his part was not difficult. Basically, he could play it smoothly after just one look.

The other musicians also said they could.

After all, they were graduates of Beijing Conservatory of Music. Besides, who doesn't have some skills to be invited by Yan Xi to participate in the program?

The time given to them to familiarize themselves with the score was indeed not long, but it was enough for them.

Soon, they began to play together.

Listening to the music in their ears, a hint of surprise flashed across the eyes of each of them, especially the viola and cello players.

Their instruments are not common in the domestic pop music scene. Although it does not mean that in order to write good music, one must master the relevant instruments to perfection, but at least one must understand what tone each instrument can produce and what effect it can produce.

There are more than ten people in their orchestra, but there is no sense of conflict when they play together. If other masters were to do it, they could also do it. The problem is.........Fan Ying only took less than ten minutes!

In just ten minutes, he wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and arranged the music for each instrument. He did it all by himself! He didn't even need to make a second revision!

Fan Ying suddenly frowned.

"Second person on the left, my friend with glasses, you just played a wrong note."

""I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He apologized quickly.

Fan Ying consoled him,"It's okay, this is just the first rehearsal, we have plenty of time, there are still several hours before lunch, you can use this time to get more proficient."

Everyone was speechless after hearing what he said.

Especially Yan Xi, she originally thought that Fan Ying meant to write the song in more than two hours, but it turned out that what he really meant was to leave more than two hours for them to practice!

A few days later, the second episode of the show was broadcast, and all the audience nervously and excitedly clicked on it.

Nervous, because they were worried that the idol they were supporting would lose.

And excited, they couldn't wait to hear what works Wen Jie and Fan Ying would bring.

The first performer was Wen Jie, and his singing of"Wanderer" made countless netizens cry, including some of Fan Ying's fans, who all changed their impression of him.

"Although Wen Jie is arrogant, he is really good at singing. The lyrics are so well written! It makes me want to learn rap!"

"The song"Youzi" expresses the longing of countless wanderers for their hometown. Whether studying abroad or working abroad, we all miss our hometown the same way."

"Fighting for what he loves, from not being favored in the beginning to standing on this stage, Wen Jie has proved with his strength that his original choice was not wrong. His spirit is worth learning from. Songs are songs, people are people. If I were here, just based on this song, no matter who I am a fan of, I would be willing to cast my vote!"

Everyone was talking, but before they had praised for long, Wen Jie provoked Fan Ying.

Fan Ying's fans were a little worried.

In front of a good work, they didn't dare to guarantee that Fan Ying would win.

Until......《Yeah! The moment the accompaniment sounded, they realized that they were worrying too much.

That was Fan Ying!

A man who could always turn the tide!

Worrying about him?

No need!