My daughter is so annoying

Boom!

The sound of a gong startled Qingqing.

Jiang Xiaoxi said angrily, "You can't lower your voice."

"What do you know, rap is about getting dry."

"Crazy." After Jiang Xiaoxi scolded, he whispered to Yang Yueyue: "Sister Yueyue, let's go out, this room is covered with soundproof paper, so you can't hear it from outside."

Yang Yueyue carried Qingqing and Jiang Xiaoxi and went downstairs.

After listening to one song, Fang Cheng felt that Jiang Xiaohai's talent was not bad, but it was still too difficult to make his debut through such a song.

Fang Cheng has been writing songs for so long, and he has some understanding of the music styles of this world.

Ancient music and rap are not too different from the world of the previous life. They are all niche music at present, and there was no program about rap before.

After all, rap can easily involve topics such as violence and pornography.

"Brother Cheng, what do you think?"

"good."

Jiang Xiaohai immediately said: "I have written many songs, I will play another one."

Jiang Xiaohai played another song he recorded. The style is similar, both are trap, and they all use fast rhyming skills.

Fang Cheng nodded again after listening, and when Jiang Xiaohai was about to play the next song, Fang Cheng asked, "Are all your songs in this style?"

Jiang Xiaohai nodded blankly.

"Have you ever wondered if your style of song is too uniform for audiences who don't understand rap?"

Jiang Xiaohai frowned, half understanding.

Fang Cheng said: "Any talent show, do you know which contestant is the most popular?"

Jiang Xiaohai waited for the next article.

Fang Cheng is now a well-known composer and lyricist. Jiang Xiaohai knows that this kind of one-on-one guidance opportunity is rare, and he is very eager to know what Fang Cheng will say next.

Jiang Xiaohai discovered the reason for the unified style early on, but no matter what changes he made, the songs he wrote would still be the same as before.

"It's the kind of player with a unique style and a unique voice. This is also true of many singers. It is difficult for ordinary people to imitate their songs exactly the same."

"Brother Cheng, what should I do then?"

Fang Chengdao: "Change the style, although the rhymes of these few songs of yours are good, but you have to know, this is not for you to go to battle, but to use these songs as works to participate in the competition, to be honest, those who can enter the audition , How many of you don’t know how to play songs like yours?”

"Then what style should I change to? Oldschool?"

"That's up to you, but the advice I can give you is...use dialect."

Jiang Xiaohai widened his eyes and said, "Use dialect to rap? Has no one done this before?"

"It's because no one else is doing it that you should be doing it."

Jiang Xiaohai was silent.

It sounds interesting to combine dialect with rap, but if it doesn't work well, what should the audience do if they don't buy it?

Brother Cheng is right, the style of my songs is too monotonous, and has no distinctive features. If I participate in the show, even if I pass the first episode, I will be eliminated in the next few episodes.

But I'm going to record the program soon, if I get it now, is it too late?

Never mind, try it.

After Jiang Xiaohai thought about it, he smiled and said, "Brother Cheng, thank you."

Fang Cheng said: "After the show is broadcast, I will pay attention to it, you work hard."

"Ah."

Fang Cheng got up and said: "I will go back to Shanghai after playing in the mountain city for a day tomorrow. If you have time, you can take Xiaoxi to visit Shanghai. Add a WeChat."

"it is good."

After the two scanned the QR code and added WeChat, Fang Cheng said, "Turn me back to Xiaoxi's WeChat. By the way, what is Xiaoxi doing now?"

Jiang Xiaohai sighed and said, "Xiaoxi is more promising than me, and is now a graduate student."

"Xiaoxi is better than you in reading, but 360 lines, every line is the best, don't be discouraged."

Jiang Xiaohai stared blankly at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng frowned and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Xiaohai said: "I think Brother Cheng, you are different from before."

"What's the difference?" Fang Cheng panicked.

"The most different thing is that you didn't talk much before, and you didn't laugh all day long."

Fang Cheng hurriedly laughed: "With a wife and children, I must be in a better mood than before."

"Too."

Seeing Fang Cheng and Yang Yueyue talking and laughing, Jiang Xiaohai took another look at the cold musical instruments in the room, feeling a sense of loss spontaneously.

There is only two years difference, there is only two years difference between myself and Fang Cheng.

Why did it suddenly come to pass that six or seven years had passed, Fang Cheng was already a wife and child, but he was still a jobless vagrant.

With a long sigh, Jiang Xiaohai unconsciously remembered bits and pieces of the past.

When Jiang Xiaohai was distracted, Jiang Xiaoxi suddenly shouted: "Jiang Xiaohai, I'm going to play with Brother Fang Cheng tomorrow, will you go?"

Jiang Xiaohai came back to his senses, hesitated and said: "I won't go, I have to hurry up and write songs."

"Write songs and write songs, you know how to write songs all day long."

Fang Cheng smiled and said, "Don't talk about Xiao Hai like that, he is your brother after all."

Jiang Xiaoxi snorted coquettishly, "I know."

"Let's go, aren't you very interested in what's inside the RV? I'll take you to see it."

"it is good!"