House Dad’s Literary Life

Chapter 140 Qin Se and Ming (33, add more blueberry jam for the leader)

Another morning, Jiangcheng, a small town in the south, was slowly awakened by the warm singing.

A small town in the south where time is slow, you are so peaceful every time I come back here... In the accompaniment of the guitar played by Murphy, Yang Yi was humming. Although he was warm, his voice was still slightly thick.

This is their first time getting up in the morning to practice singing! Of course, how could Murphy wake up earlier than Yang Yi, Yang Yi went out when it was still dark, ran, practiced, and bought groceries, and then woke her up from the bed, who was still sleeping soundly.

They didn't go anywhere, closed the bedroom window, and the two came to the large balcony. Murphy leaned on the railing of the balcony, Yang Yi stood against the wall, watching the rising sun through the ends of Murphy's hair, the wind would be blown away by the wind. The blown hair was dyed blond.

In the morning, you need to open your voice first. After some practice, Murphy asks Yang Yi to sing a song to listen to. Yang Yi can't sing many songs in this world. He chose Small Town in the South that Guo Ziyi performed for him before.

Surprisingly, Murphy likes this kind of jazz ballad and is familiar with the song. So she grabbed the guitar and took the initiative to accompany Yang Yi.

...I sing this song by myself here, you won't know, you know. Yang Yi finally finished singing, he was still a little intoxicated, and he always felt good when he sang it to himself...

However, Murphy shook his head and struck mercilessly: Yang Yi, your voice is not suitable for this kind of song.

Ah? Yang Yi was dumbfounded.

Your voice belongs to that kind of tenor. If you sing high-pitched songs, you may be able to control it more easily, but Small Town in the South is not good. When your voice is lowered, it looks very heavy and cannot be sung as a ballad should be. Refreshing, Murphy explained patiently.

Yang Yi knew this, that his body, when he was in the army, was the loudest.

But Yang Yi doesn't like to sing high-pitched songs. There are many high-pitched songs that focus on dazzling skills. How can there be any emotional conveyance and true feelings? As far as Yang Yi's favorite folk songs are concerned, how many of them need to raise their heads and use extremely penetrating high pitches to express their feelings?

How can I broaden my vocal range? Yang Yi thought about it and asked Murphy, Your voice is pretty good, isn't it reported that your vocals can span three octaves?

You still know this? Murphy looked at Yang Yi in surprise.

In her songs, there are no high-pitched songs that require her to burst out so much energy, but once in a music program, she accepted the challenge arranged by the host and really performed an octave-crossing singing on the spot.

But it's okay to tell you, I can really sing three octaves, but this is based on the innate wide range of voice, and it is achieved through practice. Murphy laughed, My mother herself knows music very well, so when she was a child, she found that I have a really good voice, so I did a lot of special exercises.

Your voice is basically set now, and it is difficult to change it through practice. Murphy hesitated, but told Yang Yi the cruel truth.

After all, he's an old man in his thirties...

Yang Yi smiled wryly.

Murphy comforted him: But it doesn't matter, singing a good song has nothing to do with the breadth of your vocal range, but the quality of your voice, Yang Yi, your voice is very nice, bright and clear. If you sing the right song, it will also have a good effect.”

Yang Yi frowned slightly, and he said, I want to sing this song well, is there no other way but to change the song?

Could it be that in the next life, I can only listen to the songs I like? Yang Yi is not reconciled.

Murphy shook his head and smiled: You misunderstood what I meant, and your own thinking is also misunderstood. Do you have to follow the original singer's singing method to sing a good song? Even in this small southern town, you You can also change to a singing method that you can control yourself, you don’t have to imitate Cao Fang deliberately, you can always sing someone else’s song to your own taste!”

Murphy felt that her words were not convincing. She picked up the guitar again, plucked the strings lightly, and said, I'll sing a paragraph, you come and listen.

The small town in the south has no splendor. Every time I come back here, I feel calm... Murphy's ethereal voice sounded, but it was only a paragraph before it stopped abruptly.

This is the original version. Murphy stopped and said to Yang Yi.

Then she played a short prelude and continued humming.

Huh! Yang Yi's ears were still very keen, he could hear it, and Murphy's rhythm suddenly became brighter.

Although it is still the original voice, Yang Yi seems to feel that if he closes his eyes and listens, he will feel that the singer is a girl who loves to laugh and laugh. The singing voice is less sad, and more lively, not too sweet, just right. (Note 1)

But unfortunately, Murphy also sang a stanza and then stopped. She then changed her singing style, but this time the rhythm was basically the same as the original version, but Murphy's voice was lower, slightly hoarse, and vicissitudes. Come on. (Note 2)

How? Can the same song be sung in different ways to sing a different feeling? Murphy said to Yang Yi with a smile.

Well... Yang Yi hesitated.

Murphy still saw it, and she said, If you have any questions, say it! What are you embarrassed about?

Yang Yi blushed slightly. He pointed to the guitar and said, Can you sing again, just use your second singing method, I think it sounds pretty good.

Murphy naturally complied with his request, plucked the strings with slender fingers, and sang briskly.

...I'm here singing this song all by myself and people just smile, oh, smile...

Yang Yi listened silently, and he could hear it. In the second smile, Murphy gave full play to her talents and sang playfully.

At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes, as if the canal behind her was sparkling in the rising sun, as if there were soft autumn waves flowing.

Yang Yi recalled another poem that was not considered a poem: Beautiful eyes are swept away in a blink of an eye, and there is no distinction between words and laughter. (Note 3)

Probably, the woman that Tao Yuanming wrote in harmony with him at the time was as intellectual and beautiful as Murphy, right?

In her heart, Yang Yi forgot to cover it up. Murphy was seen as Xia Fei's cheeks by his stupid eyes, and even sang a little off tune in the back, but she didn't pay attention, and Yang Yi didn't hear it either.

Okay, it's your turn to listen to me sing, and help me see where I need to improve! Murphy finished singing, in order to hide his heart beating like a deer, he pretended to be serious and shook the Stack the manuscripts, said.

She also wants to practice the songs that Mu Ziang wrote for her! When I sang In My Song the night before, Murphy unexpectedly got some good suggestions, so Murphy felt that Yang Yi still had his unique talent in music.

This is no problem. Yang Yi restrained Qi Nian and said confidently.

(Note 1: If you want to feel the package, you can go to Yun Music to search for a small town in the south and listen to the version sung by a singer called Shi Yu. Note 2: Everyone should listen to Li mosquito coil's version. Note 3: This poem From Tao Yuanming's Xianqing Fu, it means beautiful eyes and mid-autumn waves flow when looking forward to, sometimes smiling and speaking without distracting the mind of playing music, there is a saying that this is written to Mr. Zhai, who was married to his wife after his death, Mrs. Zhai She is a virtuous woman, and Tao Yuanming has the same interests, can enjoy the hardships, the husband ploughs before, and the wife hoes after.)

The words of Chashan Yinke's trolls are so interesting, What ticket, do you have a ticket? Yes, a group of guys with a first-level trumpet are trying to steal their tickets, but do you have a ticket for the first-level account? Seeing Xiao Han was overjoyed. But everyone should not pay attention to them, there is no need, Xiaohan can just delete it when he sees it, they are all indifferent people.