The natural stay of the Great God's family [Entertainment]

Thick emotions, movements are sometimes gentle and sometimes tight, and the opposition between good and evil, beauty and ugliness is deeply reflected in their dances.Cheng Minghao seems to have a grand story map in front of him. In the story, justice and evil are opposed to each other, and conflicts are fierce.

What he saw was no longer a dance, but a wonderful story full of contradictions and struggles.

At the end of the dance, he couldn't help standing up and applauding, saying in broken Indonesian: "It's great."

Song Jinghuai sang Fu Sui and said something along with him.

After returning to the hotel, Cheng Minghao was still immersed in the charm of dance. The clear and shocking vocal accompaniment of the choir and the vivid emotional expression of the dancers inspired him a lot.

"Ah Jing," Cheng Minghao rested his elbow in one hand and tapped his head with a pen in the other, walking around excitedly, "I suddenly want to try a new field."

"What?" Song Jinghuai hung on him, swaying with him, "Oh, you want to try a cappella."

"...how do you know?" Cheng Minghao looked back at him in surprise, "There is a connection?"

"No, you're so stupid, it's easy to guess." Song Jinghuai kissed him on the cheek, "Accompaniment of vocals, expression of emotions, these characteristics add up to A cappella? But mouse, you haven't written it, I’ve sung a cappella before, it’s an adventure if you don’t have experience.”

"I know I'm impulsive," Cheng Minghao couldn't restrain his excitement, "but I really want to give it a try, maybe there will be a breakthrough! I can't sing, but someone can sing, and I can adapt songs for capable people to sing. My ability to arrange music is not good because I am not sensitive to musical instruments, but a cappella does not need musical instruments, and I think I can turn my shortcomings into advantages through this attempt."

Modern "acappella" refers to a cappella, that is, singing modern original or adapted music in the form of pure human voice.This is not a simple combination of you singing a line and I singing a line, nor is it an ordinary high school and low voice chorus, but carefully arranges the singing method and time of each singer according to the rhythm and music effect of the song. down to every beat.Creating a cappella not only tests the creator's technical ability in terms of harmony, rhythm, and music effects, but also tests the creator's ability to grasp the emotion of the song and perfectly express it.

If Cheng Minghao can break through this mark, then he will greatly improve the emotion and arrangement of the songs, and take a big step forward. If he can't break through, he can only stagnate.

The number of a cappella chorus groups in China and even in the world is pitifully small. This is not only because of the small number of a cappella repertoires and the difficulty of obtaining music scores, but also because most of the existing chorus groups cover songs by famous artists. There are few original songs, which leads to the loss of fans who don't like to listen to cover songs, and it is difficult to attract attention. Therefore, if the acapella choir is to continue to develop, there must be new works that can be arranged continuously.But in today's music world, almost no team can do it.

Cheng Minghao made a very bold idea. If he composes a cappella songs, let capable people sing them, and bring the original songs to the world, wouldn't it be a good way to show the singing level of Chinese people to the world?

The difficulty now lies in how to create and edit, and how to find a chorus and singing team.

Cheng Minghao contacted Zhu Yucheng and told him about his bold attempt.

Zhu Yucheng was surprised and said: "Damn mouse, are you crazy! The number of domestic acapella teams can be counted on one finger, and they are only folk groups. No record company dares to sign a cappella team. To cultivate this The team, how many brain cells does it take to arrange the music? Even if the team arranges the music themselves, no one can guarantee that the team can last for a long time. If someone wants to go solo, the team will almost disband."

"I know it's very risky, but if it succeeds, it will become the first original a cappella chorus team in China, and it will be able to enter the world in the future." Cheng Minghao discussed, "Otherwise, I will try to adapt a song first. For a cappella song, after you read the score, if it suits you, find a capable team to audition, and if you sing well, you will sign a contract and make your debut."

Zhu Yucheng was still hesitant: "What if only this song succeeds..."

"Then let them fend for themselves! Anyway, the opportunity is given to the team, and they can't blame us if they can't grasp it." Cheng Minghao resolutely said, "You see, you should not think about the team's affairs, and bless me to write it first!"

"...Bah, I wish you inspiration like a diabetes insipidus!"

Cheng Minghao writes as he talks, turns on his laptop, checks the singing videos of the acapella team in recent years, downloads songs, looks for acapella scores to study, and concentrates on it.

Song Jinghuai lay obediently on the bed and watched TV. He knew Cheng Minghao. Once Cheng Minghao fell into the strange circle of inspiration, he couldn't get out. If he disturbed Cheng Minghao, he would interrupt his train of thought.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, Cheng Minghao rubbed the center of his brows tiredly, but the spirit and joy in his eyes overflowed. Song Jinghuai yawned, poured Cheng Minghao a cup of tea, washed up, climbed into bed, turned off the light and fell asleep. .

When he woke up, he found that Cheng Minghao was still working hard in front of the computer. The table was covered with colorfully painted paper, and some waste paper was crumpled up by Cheng Minghao and thrown on the ground.Song Jinghuai helped him pick up the waste paper, unfolded it, ah, oh, it was so complicated, it made him feel dizzy, so he tore it up and threw it in the trash can.

Cheng Minghao worked hard all day and all night, forgetting to eat and sleep, and let Song Jinghuai feed him the food, he didn't even know what he ate.There was no habitual kiss after eating, Song Jinghuai was a little unhappy about this, he hugged Cheng Minghao's face and imprinted a lip print again, watching TV was boring, seeing that Cheng Minghao still didn't move, he said something to Cheng Minghao, and walked to the beach Take a break.

Several foreign friends from Europe played and sang songs by the seaside. The atmosphere was strong, with laughter and laughter. Song Jinghuai curiously went to join in the fun and said that they wanted to join them. They warmly invited Song Jinghuai to sing. Song Jinghuai was very happy.

Cheng Minghao's arrangement got stuck at the last moment, and he couldn't proceed no matter what. He tried several arrangements, but after the audition, he felt that it was not coordinated enough, and some sounds were too abrupt.

Scratching his ears and cheeks, Cheng Minghao took a sip of tea - the tea was brewed by Song Jinghuailin before he left the house, it was already a bit cold, and the tea tasted strong and bitter.He frowned from the bitterness, and yelled casually: "Ah Jing, help me make another cup."

No one responded.

Cheng Minghao yelled again in doubt, but there was still no one there. He searched the room again, but found no one or his phone, and suddenly remembered that Song Jinghuai had gone out.

He slapped his forehead and promised to come on vacation, but he actually neglected his wife, which is really a crime.He packed up the manuscripts, put on his coat, contacted Song Jinghuai to find out his location, and went out to find someone.

Joyful singing, accompanied by the sound of the sea wind, broke into the ears, Cheng Minghao stopped to listen, the vocal range of the European friends is wider, the voice is loud, Song Jinghuai’s singing is clear and sweet, if the singing of the European friends is compared to the bell, then Song Jinghuai’s is like a bird Ming, obviously two very abrupt and out-of-tune singing voices, but with the echo of the whistling sea wind, it has a conflicting effect of competing with the sea wind, very listening and stimulating the senses.

The blocked path of inspiration was cleared again. Cheng Minghao walked towards Song Jinghuai while taking notes to write down the inspiration, put away the pen and paper, hugged Song Jinghuai and kissed gently: "Ah Jing, I'll pick you up, it's getting late."

"Have you finished writing?" Song Jinghuai's face was filled with joy, "It's so fun to sing with them, let's come together tomorrow."

"Okay." Cheng Minghao nodded and agreed. After thanking his friends in Europe, he took Song Jinghuai and went back, "I'm still short of finishing the last part. I'll sleep with you when I finish writing. I'm sorry, I didn't play with you today. Tomorrow Doubly accompany you."

"Okay," Song Jinghuai said happily, "Tomorrow I'm going..." He chattered endlessly, listing a bunch of scenic spots, but Cheng Minghao suddenly remembered the flash of inspiration just now, immersed himself in the song adaptation, until he realized that he was lost in thought Song Jing poked his face angrily, and he finally realized: "Sorry, I was lost in thinking about adapting the song, Ah Jing, I've never been so excited, this is the first time, forgive me for not taking care of you."

"Be good," Song Jinghuai poured a cup of tea for Cheng Minghao when he returned to the room, "Come and play with me as soon as you finish writing."

"Okay, you go to bed first." Cheng Minghao kissed Song Jinghuai's face, turned his head and took out the pen and paper, and revised it. After an hour, he finally completed the first draft of the song adaptation. He took a sip of tea and breathed a sigh of relief, stretched Comfortably lazy, he stood up and stretched his muscles and bones, and found Song Jinghuai sitting on the bed with his knees hugged, looking at him pitifully.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Cheng Minghao went to hug him and gave him a kiss, "Miss me?"

"No," Song Jinghuai said honestly, "I don't think you've ever composed a song so seriously, so I'm curious about the effect of your singing?"

"It's useless to be curious, there's no singer." Cheng Minghao kissed him, helped him lie down, and covered him with the quilt, "Sleep well, I'll accompany you after I take a shower." He turned to take a shower, and Song Jinghuai was already asleep when he came back Then, he kissed Song Jinghuai affectionately on the face, "Good night, Ah Jing."

"Rat... An'an." Song Jinghuai muttered in a low voice, Cheng Minghao smiled dotingly, hugged him and fell asleep.

The adapted track uses the original soundtrack theme song of "Dragon Island" "Flying". The reason for choosing this song is because the song is still popular, the audience is wide, the lyrics are catchy, the song is light and melodious, not complicated, and the adaptation is not difficult. It would be very popular if turned into a cappella.In order to increase the audibility, he added jazz and reggae elements to the adapted tracks, making the songs sound more cheerful and rhythmic, and the high and low sounds are no longer so abrupt.

After Zhu Yucheng read the score, he was full of praise, but at the same time he was happy, he brought a bad news.

"I've approached well-known folk acapella groups in China, and they basically disbanded. The only one that hasn't disbanded yet said that they don't plan to commercialize their songs, don't want to be famous, and don't plan to enter the circle."

"Where's the unknown team?" Cheng Minghao frowned.

"Unknown team, I haven't heard their songs, who would dare to use them. I have drawn attention, if there is a suitable team, they will contact me. You can spend your vacation with peace of mind, I will contact you when I have good news .Remember to roll back during the list-of-list awards ceremony!"

"What are you talking about? The signal is bad. I can't hear you clearly. Hey, hey, I can't hear you. I hung up." Cheng Minghao hung up the phone on purpose, blacked out Zhu Yucheng, and kept his ears clean.

"You locked up little Zhuzai in the dark room again, don't you plan to go back to attend the awards ceremony?" Song Jinghuai felt his thoughts.

"You know too much, you will be punished!" Cheng Minghao smiled and kissed Song Jinghuai.I originally planned to squeeze time to go back to attend the awards ceremony, but thought that I had neglected my wife for two days and should be punished, so I resolutely gave up attending the awards ceremony, it is important to be with my wife.

As a result, his wife disagreed, and when the vacation was over, she kicked him by the ear to the award ceremony of the list.

Cheng Minghao no longer has any attraction to this award. When he received the award, his words came and went, which was very boring.After the awards ceremony, Cheng Minghao received a call from Qi Wu.

"Congratulations on your award." Qi Wu said happily.

Cheng Minghao teased: "Okay, okay, you're looking for me to congratulate me for winning the award, maybe you are married to Little White Rabbit today, you are very happy and want to invite me to dinner."

Qi Wu laughed: "If I can really coax him into marrying me, let alone treat you to dinner, it's not a problem to have a full banquet. Let's not talk about us, it's rare to have time, are you interested in going to KTV all night?"

"You sang?" Cheng Minghao was pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah, thanks to Bai Tu. But I won't return to the music scene, I only take songs related to TV dramas." Qi Wu said, "Are you going tonight?"

"There is a treat, why not go. Report the location."

Arriving at the KTV box with Song Jinghuai, Qi Wu and Bai Tu were already waiting inside.Bai Tu leaned against Qi Wu softly, and when he saw them, he jumped out of Qi Wu's arms, nodded and greeted them: "Hello."

Cheng Minghao's latest single "Beautiful Heart" was playing on the screen. Qi Wu kissed Bai Tu and continued to sing.Qi Wu's voice line is similar to that of Cheng Minghao, and he can control this song very well. The singing system also has automatic scoring. At the end of a song, the score is as high as 92 points.

"This scoring system is new. I don't know how many points I can get for singing my own songs." Cheng Minghao took the microphone and ordered his favorite "Thank you, all the way through". After singing, he only scored 93 points. Fuck, the original sound is not perfect."

"How could it be possible to get full marks? I sing my own song and get 95 points at most." Qi Wu poured a glass of beer and handed it to Cheng Minghao.

"It's over, then I can't even compare to you," Cheng Minghao exaggeratedly held his forehead, laughed, raised his glass and stood up, "Come on, cheers!"

"Cheers!" The four wine glasses touched together crisply.

He drank it all in one gulp, and Cheng Minghao ordered a song. Recently, because he wanted to open up the European and American markets, he listened to more English songs, so he subconsciously searched for European and American songs. On the first page of the popular singer, a disgusting name caught the eye: Hutt .

"Mice, do you want to try singing the little animal's song?" Song Jinghuai arched his head over.

Cheng Minghao hesitated. He had only listened to it, but had never sung the song of Little Animal. He didn't know if the song was good or not. If the style was not suitable, it would be embarrassing.

"I think you can give it a try." Qi Wu took the wine glass from Bai Tu and said with a smile, "Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win a hundred battles. You can see why his songs are so popular. Next time you can compose based on the advantages of his songs." .”

"That's what you say, if you don't sing, you can't do it." Cheng Minghao ordered Hutt's famous song. Hutt was only a teenager when he sang this song, and he hadn't yet reached the stage of changing his voice. He gave him a score of 80, "What a failure!"

"Mice are stupid." Song Jinghuai picked up the microphone, ordered the same song, and sang along with the music.His originally clear and clear voice became soft and sweet, with a cute and soft taste. The system happily gave him 95 points.

"Why your score is so high!" Cheng Minghao protested.

"Because I can be flexible, you're a dead brain." Song Jinghuai sucked a squid whisker, "You can't use the same singing style to sing different styles of songs, you must be as witty as me."

"Ah Jing is right. I discovered before that your singing styles are all similar," Qi Wu suggested, "I think you can try other singing styles and singing styles, and don't just limit yourself to your own voice."

Cheng Minghao thought about it, and thought about it carefully, it really is such a thing, if others don't mention it, he would not notice his shortcomings at all: "Thank you, I will go back and try other singing styles, try to let myself be able to control more singing styles. "

"We'll talk about going back later," Qi Wu ordered a classic two-man chorus song that was popular in the 90s, and handed the microphone to Cheng Minghao, "Come on, let's sing a chorus."

Cheng Minghao took it happily and sang loudly.

Singing is enjoyable, and drinking has passed three rounds.Cheng Minghao's stomach was bloated from drinking, and he was a little dizzy. He wanted to go out to get some air, so he took Song Jinghuai to the corridor for a stroll.

Just when the door of the box next door opened, a person came out to make a phone call, and the chorus singing in the box came out, making Cheng Minghao stop.

Coincidentally, the classic song he and Qi Wu sang just now came from the box. It was obviously a two-person repertoire, but there were four singers, two men and two women. They shared three microphones to sing in chorus. It is scattered and divided into different parts, some people sing, some people hum the accompaniment, and the division of labor is clear, which makes the original monotonous song more vivid and layered, but I don't know if it is Cheng Minghao's illusion. Crying almost choked up.

The song came to an end, the caller hadn't returned yet, and the box door was wide open.Cheng Minghao saw the four people hugging each other after singing. One girl was crying, and the other girl was crying while taking pictures of her back to comfort her. It seemed to be a parting scene. Everyone looked sad and painful.A boy stood up and took the microphone and said loudly: "Why are you crying? We just disbanded as a team. It's not that we can't see each other again. We will meet again when we have a chance. Maybe on that day, hope will come."

"I hope that if you can come, you will come earlier. You don't have to comfort us. We have persisted until today and we are doing well. I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future." The strong girl smiled bitterly, "When the young brother comes back, we will sing a song together and we will be together." Let's break up, and we will meet again later."

Everyone said in unison: "Good!"

The young brother was the one who went out to make a phone call. When he came back, when the door was closed, Cheng Minghao had to stick to the door and sneak around.

"Mouse, what are you doing?" Song Jinghuai tilted his head and lay on Cheng Minghao's body, not knowing what he was doing.

"Don't you think their singing style is very similar to a cappella?" Cheng Minghao's eyes flickered, "I haven't found a suitable singer yet, let's see if they are suitable."

"Oh," Song Jinghuai secretly opened the door a little, and leaned over to greet him, "Mice, eavesdropping from this position is very effective."

"..." No matter how you look at him, he feels like a thief.

There was an ups and downs singing in the box. It was an English song about friendship. The MV of this song was displayed on the screen. The accompaniment was very soft, but their singing was loud and clear. Some people imitate percussion, some imitate drums, and sing very soothing songs with a rock flavor through vocal accompaniment.

This is a cappella!

Judging by their posture, are they going to disband?Cheng Minghao couldn't wait. After singing a song, he immediately broke into the box and cut straight to the point: "Hello, it's the first time we meet. I am moved by your singing. I want to cooperate with you. This is the contact information of my assistant. If you are interested in developing Cabella, you can contact him tomorrow, and he will help you arrange it." Cheng Minghao didn't want to reveal his identity for the time being, he lowered the brim of his hat, handed over his business card, and then quickly flashed back to his box, waiting for the young brother to rush out to look for it with a puzzled expression. , and no one is seen.

When the young brother came back, he looked at the business card facing everyone's bewildered expressions:

Zhu Yucheng

CTY music director

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The author has something to say: Song Jinghuai: "Have you heard of a cappella? No, I'll sing it to you, papapa, dadada, crackling, ummm..."

Cheng Minghao: "...Why do I sound awkward."

Song Jinghuai: "Huh? That's because you don't know how to appreciate it. Come and sing with me, bang bang bang, ummm..."

Cheng Minghao: "...you are not allowed to sing!"

Song Jinghuai: "Huh? Why... umm."

Cheng Minghao: "If you like it... I'll sing "Eighteen Touches" for you, chirp..."