Has the scumbag actor confessed?

However, strict teachers make great apprentices, under the surprise training of Master Zhong, Shen Xifeng sang the whole song fluently in one afternoon.

But because of the mandarin sung, it sounds a bit awkward no matter what.

"You still sing well."

Shen Xifeng fiddled with the strings, raised his head and smiled at Zhong Yi and shook his head, "When your part came out, it made people's bones go numb. The way you speak Cantonese is too foul! Pay attention to the influence, don't be in the A few people fainted at the scene."

Zhong Yi said indifferently: "That's because you don't understand and that's why you think it sounds good."

Zhong Yi didn't accept someone's flattery at all, flicked through the music score, and frowned dissatisfiedly: "I think you still haven't handled the prelude well enough after the first sentence. The rhythm is unstable, and there's also the fact that when you speak I didn't bring up the momentum, it was too soft."

"Little friend Zhongyi," Shen Xifeng squinted at him, and said in a serious tone, "Don't just say that men are soft, if you are familiar with them, I will sue you for slander!"

"Shut up!" Zhong Yi threw his head at Shen Xifeng with the score, but he dodged it deftly.

Zhong Yi sneered and said: "How long do you want to play with a bad joke? If you have the strength to play tricks, you will have the strength to sing! Come on, start over ten times!"

"Beating people! Cruel capitalists hire child laborers and take pleasure in beating child laborers! God, the earth! Is there someone to take care of it!" Shen Xifeng pretended to cry.

Zhang Keyi walked to the door of the karaoke practice hall, and saw two big boys wrestling together inside, the music stand was overturned to the ground, where is there any sign of a good rehearsal? ?

"I'll take care of it!" Zhang Keyi suddenly uttered a voice, which shocked the two people, hurriedly separated their entangled hands and feet, and gave each other a blank look.

Zhang Keyi just had a headache watching it.

In the afternoon, he made countless phone calls and made countless efforts, and finally convinced Ling Sheng that Shen Yu didn't want to drag his senior brother down when his reputation fell into a slump, so he canceled the cooperation.

When he hung up the phone, he was still hesitating whether it was the right decision to reject Ling Sheng. After all, it was like a big gamble to bring a barely popular amateur on the show.

But the conditions of that liking are indeed very good. It is rare to have a good voice and a top student. It is difficult for such a person to make a debut.

Maybe use this opportunity to lobby him?

After being on TV once, maybe he will change his mind about this business. When the time comes, let Xiaoyu show up and explain it, and he will probably be able to win it smoothly.

Zhang Keyi had a wishful thinking in his heart, and went to find the two boys confidently, but as soon as he came in, he saw the scene of laughing and joking. Where is the current tension of the competition?

With a straight face, he stared at the two of them hurriedly raising the music stand, sat down one by one, and then said coldly: "I have already started playing, I must have rehearsed well, let's go to the recording studio, I will listen carefully. "

The two boys exchanged glances, Zhong Yi nodded, and motioned to Shen Xifeng: "Bring the music stand, we are not proficient in lyrics yet."

Shen Xifeng immediately walked towards the recording studio with Zhong Yi clutching the music stand.

After entering the shed, they were also interested in arranging how to place the microphones and how far apart the two should be. After everything was in place, they both raised their heads and looked at Zhang Keyi outside.

This made Zhang Keyi a little surprised. Between the two of them, it was actually an amateur directing the singer?Is singing also a priority for IQ?

He said nothing, but nodded at them both.

Zhong Yi tapped two beats on the palm of his hand, and gave Shen Xifeng a startling look.

Shen Xi lowered his head, and the prelude came out instantly.

not bad!

This prelude is not difficult, as long as the rhythm is accurate.

Zhang Keyi knew this, so he insisted that Shen Yu play it himself, and it turned out that this arrangement was very clever.

Zhong Yi at the side nodded slightly following the beat, and when the prelude was about to end, he stretched out his hand and pulled the music stand towards Shen Xifeng so that he could see it more clearly.

And the sound engineer outside was also ready, and when the last guitar sound landed, the accompaniment was seamlessly connected.

Shen Xifeng turned the guitar back, grabbed the microphone, and sang the first verse smoothly.

Rhythm and pitch are all online!

Zhang Keyi is very familiar with Shen Yu's voice. The sound quality is very good, but his skills are still lacking. However, tonight he seemed to explode, his breath was unbelievably stable.

This is very exciting!

After the fast-paced first verse of the lyrics was sung, there was a small interlude of less than ten seconds, Shen Xifeng calmed down and looked at Zhong Yi with a smile.

The melody of the chorus goes from low to high, from weak to strong.

Zhong Yi handled it very cleverly, integrating the sound into the accompaniment, not playing any coloratura, just as a foil and excessive.

It wasn't until the last sentence that Zhong Yi's high-pitched voice lightened a little, and it was still to bring out Shen Xifeng's voice.

The two cooperate seamlessly. Although one Mandarin and one Cantonese sound unharmonious, the tacit understanding and interaction between them makes people reluctant to blink.

At the final climax, the two took off the microphone at the same time and sang face to face. The scene had a diva-like vibe.

After singing the last line, Shen Xifeng quickly passed the microphone to Zhong Yi, pulled the guitar, and ended the whole song with the cheerful melody of the prelude.

When the last sound dissipated in the air, the two gasped for breath, looked at each other with a smile, turned their heads at the same time, and stared at Zhang Keyi nervously.

The sound engineer also took off his earphones, and looked at Zhang Keyi hesitantly.

Of course, he could hear that both of them sang several wrong notes, and the rhythm of the last duet was also a bit out of order, but it's only been practiced all afternoon.

And he had never seen Shen Yu with such an expression of enjoyment when singing, it was very rare for a singer to be in such a state.

The flaws do not hide the strengths, let the two children practice for a few more days, maybe there will be a miracle.

Just when the three inside and outside were anxious, Zhang Keyi bent down, turned on the microphone expressionlessly, stared at the two people in the shed for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Okay, just practice like this, and you must memorize all the lyrics within tomorrow." Zhang Keyi said.

Shen Xifeng and Zhong Yi breathed a sigh of relief, they turned their heads to look at each other, and at the same time extended their hands and clapped their hands.

"Brother Yi," the sound engineer opened the audio software and showed it to Zhang Keyi: "Their voice lines are very well integrated, and their sound quality complements each other. The chorus part is especially brilliant. It's rare. This partner is the right one."

One is clear and ethereal, the other is sunny and magnetic, and the sparks produced by the collision can be called gorgeous.

Zhang Keyi glanced at the graph and snorted, "I know."

Of course he knows how difficult it is for a singer to find a good partner.

Zhang Keyi 20 years ago, in addition to playing tricks, the most important thing was to play music with a band, rock and ballads and so on, which were leftovers from his generation.

In the beginning, Zhang Keyi also had dreams and beliefs, hoping to make music that hit the soul directly.

He and his buddies at that time huddled in the tube building in the old family area of ​​Beijing, and it was difficult to get any meat for a week, and he cooked noodles with cabbage every now and then, which was really poor and happy.

Waking up every day has endless new ideas and endless energy.

I have seen the snow at three o'clock in the morning in the north, soaked in a dance hall with a temperature of 40 degrees, and moved forward in the wind and rain.

The first song sold for 200 yuan, and the six members of the band drank three boxes of beer, crying and laughing all night.

Just like the two people in the shed, but they got permission to sing, and they were as happy as the two fools.

youth

So fucking good.

Even the air is sweet, and the whole world seems to give way to you.

Zhang Keyi shook his head, turned to tell the sound engineer: "Don't let them enter the studio these two days, take it easy, don't use up your voice."

The sound engineer nodded, seeing Zhang Keyi turned around to leave, he asked again: "Brother Yi, aren't you staring at them?"

"I still have to go to the TV station, I don't have to apologize to the TV station for a temporary replacement!"

Zhang Keyi stared at Shen Xifeng with hatred, "If Zhong Yi's voice didn't match him so well, I wouldn't have agreed to change. He's going to pretend to be a grandson and beg grandpa to sue grandma again. This kid, just Won't leave me alone!"

That night, Shen Xifeng used the excuse of reimbursement of public funds to force Zhong Yi to leave the hotel outside and move back to live with him.

From the next day, Zhong Yi brought Shen Xifeng into the devil training camp.

The first thing to do was to correct Shen Xifeng's Cantonese pronunciation.

It was an errand that was extremely painful for both of them.

Shen Xifeng's pain was that his tongue was bitten, and he still couldn't meet his family's Xiaoyi standard.

Zhong Yi's pain lies in how to hold back the impulse of domestic violence.

"Cantonese doesn't have tongue-twisting sounds!" Zhong Yi tapped Shen Xifeng's arm with the roll-shaped sheet music, "Straighten your tongue and use flat tongue sounds!"

"Does Li Suo look like a tut?" Shen Xifeng twisted his body to avoid him, talking with his tongue out, "It doesn't seem very sleepy either!"

"It's not difficult, is it?" Zhong Yi took out his mobile phone, tapped it a few times, and handed it to Shen Xifeng: "I'll read it once, then you come."

Shen Xifeng leaned over to take a look, shit, there are tongue twisters in Cantonese? !Is this asking people to bite their tongues and commit suicide? !

"The foot of the bed hits the corner of the wall, and the corner of the wall hits the corner of the bed. If you say the corner of the bed hits the corner of the wall, the corner of the wall hits the foot of the bed."

Zhong Yi raised his chin at Shen Xifeng expressionlessly, "It's your turn."

"???" Shen Xifeng held the phone and stammered: "Bed, jio, cuang, cuang..."

If this continues, people will really die.

Shen Xifeng exerted all his strength resolutely, and stuck out half of his tongue: "I've bitten my tongue!"

It was really bleeding.

Zhong Yi was afraid of him, so she hurriedly took a bottle of mineral water and handed it over: "You are so delicate! Take a good rest, take a rest for 10 minutes."

36 counts, bitter meat is the best!

Shen Xifeng, who succeeded in his trick, drank the water happily, and from the corner of his eyes, Zhong Yi was immersed in reading the music score. The latter was marking the pronunciation of Cantonese with a pencil.

From this angle, Zhong Yi's jaw is unbelievably narrow, but the tip of the chin has a slight curvature, which is the perfect face shape that girls can spend half an hour on P.

Looking at that face, Shen Xifeng became a little distracted again.

He put the water bottle on the ground and leaned forward, "Oh, Yi, how do you say 'I love you' in Cantonese?"

"Why do you ask this?" Zhong Yi was busy with his hands and didn't want to talk to him.

"It's fun! Tell me, tell me." Shen Xifeng urged.

Zhong Yi was so entangled by him that he couldn't think anymore, so he could only stop writing and raise his head, thought for a while, and said: "Cantonese speakers are also Chinese, whether it is Guangdong or Hong Kong, they are usually not so nasty. To be honest, my mother is like that." Will use Iloveyou instead."

"What?" Shen Xifeng turned his head and turned his ears forward.

"I said, I will use Iloveyou..."

"Metoo!"

Shen Xifeng quickly took the conversation, held back a smile and looked at the bewildered Zhong Yi, winking innocently: "You have confessed your love to me, I can't refuse you."

"..."

Zhong Yi made a motion of lifting his feet, and Shen Xifeng was so frightened that he took a few steps back with the stool: "Speak up if you have something to say, don't touch your feet!"

"Don't keep your mouth shut for fear of being beaten!" Zhong Yi glared at him fiercely, too lazy to argue with him, and continued to mark 'phonetic symbols'.

Shen Xifeng took advantage of it and calmed down, leaning over to watch Zhong Yi write.The two heads are next to each other, covering more than half of the light.

After a while, Zhong Yi chuckled suddenly, and said, "Actually, there is another theory."

Zhong Yi raised her head and raised the corners of her lips slightly, "You know, Cantonese doesn't say 'I like you', so it says 'I like you' more than 'I love you' in Cantonese."

"Favorite?" Shen Xifeng chewed these two words, and suddenly opened his eyes: "Zhongyi, Zhongyi?"

"Well," Zhong Yi pursed her lips and smiled a little shyly, "My mother used this homonym to name me, so I don't have a nickname at home, only the love of the older generation calls me Yi Yi, My parents always call me 'Zhong Yi', and they say that every time they call it, it means they like me more."

"……Wow!!"

Apart from expressing his feelings so superficially, Shen Xifeng couldn't find any other words for the time being.

The boy on the opposite side is like a treasure, he can dig out shiny gold at any time, it is really fascinating!

What kind of parents give birth to what kind of children.

Zhong Yi should have grown up soaked in a honeypot, that's why she has this refined temperament and heart-warming thoughtfulness.

Children who have been loved deeply will know how to love others.

"You are really good everywhere." Shen Xifeng shook his head and sighed, suddenly a little wronged: "Unlike me, even your name is a mahjong tile!"

"puff--"

Zhong Yi laughed unkindly, accidentally bumped into Shen Xifeng's resentful eyes, and hurriedly remedied: "Where is it, the white horse roars at Xifeng, our hero Xifeng's name is also very famous."

After he finished speaking, he gestured that I was busy, and immediately buried his head and started writing.

Shen Xifeng naturally didn't want to argue with this person who was so foreign in terms of bloodline and name.

There is nothing to worry about, anyway, it is the person I like.

Oh no, favorite people.

"Zhong Yi." Shen Xifeng called him with a smile.

"Huh?" Zhong Yi had already written the last paragraph, chanting words, struggling to figure out how to mark them most simply and clearly.

"Zhong Yi." Shen Xifeng was still yelling incessantly, after one sound, he stopped for a few seconds, and then yelled again.He said nothing else but the name.

Zhong Yi finally couldn't bear it any longer, and a pencil flew towards Shen Xifeng: "You're never finished! You're a cat if you tell someone not to talk!"

Shen Xifeng picked up the pen with a smile, and took the song score in Zhong Yi's hand.

He glanced at it a few times, tried to spell out the pronunciation, and stumbled through a sentence, finding that this method was very efficient.

"Xueba is different." Shen Xifeng cleared his throat and regained his energy, "Come on, let's continue."

It seemed that it wasn't him who called people one after another just now.

Like it, like it.

I like you so much.

I like you very much.

Calling you ten times means that he likes you very much.

Xueba's method is always the most efficient.

With the help of Zhuyin, Shen Xifeng conquered all the Cantonese lyrics in one day.

The next day, Mr. Kevin flew over from Ningzhou and personally choreographed the dance steps for the two of them.

When Mr. Kevin walked into the karaoke practice hall, he immediately recognized Zhong Yi as the little red sweater that day, and clapped his hands happily.

"You also said that you are not a trainee, so you are preparing to make your debut? Why don't you perform a big split as soon as you appear on stage, shocking the audience! How about it?" Teacher Kevin asked.

Zhong Yi asked Shen Xifeng expressionlessly with his eyes, and the latter was about to hold back his laughter, and something went wrong.

"Don't you like it?" The understanding teacher Kevin saw Zhong Yi's reluctance, bit his fingers and offered another plan: "Then ask someone to set up a wooden board, and when the time is up, you'll kick the wooden board to pieces, How about a flash from behind?"

Without further ado, Zhong Yi turned around and began to pack her things, but was stopped by Shen Xifeng, who was laughing so hard.

"Teacher, stop talking nonsense!" Shen Xifeng tugged at Zhong Yi, while talking to Mui: "Be elegant and classy, ​​be classy!"

"Isn't he a black belt in Taekwondo?" Teacher Kevin was very aggrieved: "Such a powerful skill needs to be felt by the audience!"

"I can let you feel it right now." Zhong Yi turned her head and stared at Teacher Kevin mercilessly, scaring Teacher Kevin to hide behind Shen Xifeng.

It took Shen Xifeng a lot of effort to calm down the big and the small, and began to rehearse the movements.

This is an ancient song with a fast rhythm. In order to ensure the stability of Shen Xifeng's breath, it mainly uses hand movements.

And because it is a chorus of two people, there are more interactions.

One of the most difficult actions was that after the lyrics were sung, Shen Xifeng had to immediately throw the microphone in his hand to Zhong Yi, so that he could free up his hands to finish with the guitar.

After stepping on the site, Mr. Kevin arranged for the two to stand apart one after the other when singing the last verse, with a distance of four or five meters.

This requires Shen Xifeng to throw it far enough and Zhong Yi to catch it firmly enough.

After the two broke four or five microphones, the dance rehearsals were all in place.

After watching the two people's official performance, Zhang Keyi gave a rare round of applause: "It will be like this on stage tomorrow, you two can relax a bit. Go back to rest early tonight, and the car will pick you up on time at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

Yes, it will be on stage tomorrow.

Zhong Yi suddenly felt his mouth dry, he pursed his lips, and secretly glanced at Shen Xifeng.

Until now, he still can't believe that he would agree to go on TV and sing.

It's been a magical day!

However, if the mother is alive, maybe it will be happy.

After all, it was considered a short distance that she had traveled back then.

In fact, my mother had affirmed his voice quality before, but said that his personality was too cold and not suitable for the entertainment industry.

Then when did you start to change your personality?

On the way back to the hotel, Zhong Yi remained silent.

Deep in his heart, there was a small, almost inaudible voice asking: I wonder if this show is popular in French Chinese circles?

Immediately afterwards, he frowned, closed his eyes hard, and slapped the voice away.

It doesn't matter if it's hot or not, people are waiting to become a father, so they don't have time to watch these.

Shen Xifeng looked at his gloomy expression from the side, thinking that he was tired these days and wanted to say something, but swallowed the words again.

In the end, Shen Xifeng could only stretch out his arms to embrace Zhong Yi's shoulders, brought him to his side, and said two words in a low voice: "Thank you."

Zhong Yi closed his eyes and gave a faint smile.

On the day of recording, the sun was shining brightly.

Shen Xifeng was awakened by the sunlight coming in from the window. When he sat up in a daze with his disheveled head, he saw Zhong Yi coming out of the bathroom with a clean body.

"Morning, partner." Zhong Yi greeted him, throwing a suit of clothes over.

"Morning." Shen Xifeng looked at his phone, it was not yet 7:[-], and the child woke up from hunger again?

"Get up," Zhong Yi sat by the bed and changed his shoes, then turned his head and smiled at Shen Xifeng: "The day of massacre is here."

Shen Xifeng was awakened instantly by these words, stretched his neck, turned over and got out of bed.

"Follow our will, kill the Quartet!"

The excitement of the two continued to the door of the TV station.

In the dressing room, Zhong Jian met several other singers who participated in the resurrection competition and their partners.

Shen Xifeng asked him to put on makeup first, and went to greet the people in the circle by himself.

Zhong Yi glanced at them, and saw that those people were so famous that he could name more than half of them.

Now standing in front of him one by one in brocade clothes, the arrogance gathered in the morning disappeared immediately.

Just kidding, if you still kill Sifang, you are simply being killed by Sifang...

But they were still the first group to play.

The last time I came to check in, the windows of the studio were wide open and the overhead lights were turned on. It looked no different from an ordinary small auditorium in a school.

And this time to record video, sound and lighting are all in place.

Zhong Yi stood in the dark backstage, listening to the host begin to introduce the rules of the competition, saying that he was not nervous, no ghost could fool him.

He touched his ears for the one hundred and eighth time, and practiced in his mind what to do if the microphone fell off the ground for the one hundred and nineth time.What if he didn't catch the microphone that Shen Xifeng threw to him?If the follow spot light is too dazzling and the eyes are blacked out, will you step on empty steps and fall?

"...Yi, Zhong Yi!" Shen Xifeng's sullen voice rang in his ears.

Zhong Yi raised his head in a daze, his right hand was pulled, and Shen Xifeng scolded like a child: "Why are you still biting your nails!"

"It's not nails," Zhong Yi explained subconsciously, showing him his thumb: "It's the tip."

Sure enough, there was a circle of deep red tooth marks on the top of the white and tender fingertips, and the veins on Shen Xifeng's forehead were throbbing.

He grabbed that hand and gently rubbed the bitten place, he didn't know what to do with this little friend.

"I knew you would be so nervous, I shouldn't have called you here if I was killed."

Shen Xifeng's heart ached, his eyes swept over Zhong Yi's sweaty temples, and he really wanted to drag him home right now.

Zhong Yi shook his head, in the dim light, his eyes seemed to have two clusters of small flames.

"The more pressure there is, the better I do."

Zhong Yi raised his head slightly, looked at the movement at the front desk, and said with a low smile: "I haven't done it since I was ten years old, because I already knew how to resist my mother at that time. I didn't expect to be so old now. There’s still fear backstage.”

"However, you're sure you won't scold me for my bad behavior like my mother did?"

In the last sentence, Zhong Yi's voice trembled slightly, pulling Shen Xifeng's heart violently like a hook.

Shen Xifeng opened his arms, gave Zhong Yi a full hug, and finally pressed it against his ear and sighed softly:

"You saved my life by coming."

The voice of the host at the front desk became louder at this moment——

"Okay, next is our first group of contestants, Shen Yu and his partner. You may not know this partner, but I believe that after tonight, there will be many, many people, Wanted to get to know him. And the song they picked... let's keep our ears open!

"Next, I invite Shen Yu and Zhong Yi to bring us—"The Sutra of Difficult to Recite."