I heard that I was a routine [entertainment circle]

Like all other musical instruments, the human voice is actually a musical instrument, and everyone owns this musical instrument, but everyone has different grades.

Coupled with the varying levels of skill in using musical instruments, a wide variety of so-called schools of minds have been created.

Chu Fengge also has his own set of mental methods. He learned from Jiang Meng and Gong Xue, and he has achieved great success, but it has also declined.

The reason for his decline is simply that the requirements for practicing his mental method are too high. It is best for that person to have an absolute pitch, and at the very least, a relative pitch that is different from ordinary people. But looking around the world, there are not many people who can meet the requirements.

Although Chu Fengge has seen Yue Qinghe's extraordinary musical quality, he does not believe that Yue Qinghe will have absolute pitch.

Chu Fengge suspiciously played a note to Yue Qinghe, who was blindfolded, Yue Qinghe only listened to it once, and then accurately reported the name of the note and sang the note.

Gong Xue, who had already tried it, nodded silently to Chu Fengge, and Chu Fengge increased the difficulty and played a series of irregular and rhythmic sentences.

Under normal circumstances, people can easily remember melodies with clear rhythms, because there are rules to follow, but when Chu Fengge plays, the interval, strength, and length of overtones of each syllable are all the same, and there is no direct connection between syllables. .

The entire sentence is like a dialogue simulated by AI, with no direction, no rhythm, and fragmented, not to mention that people can accurately say the name of each sound and sing it, even if it is very difficult to memorize it, let alone Chu Fengge only Played it again.

Sure enough, Yue Qinghe didn't give an answer immediately this time. Chu Fengge felt that this is human nature, even if it is true that it is difficult to achieve absolute pitch.

But he didn't hold on to this idea for long, Yue Qinghe read out all the correct phonetic names, and sang them right afterward, exactly.

Chu Fengge and Gong Xue looked at each other in dismay, this must be the absolute pitch.

The two people at the piano were silent for a long time, not knowing whether they were excited or shocked.

At this time, Yue Qinghe suddenly went straight to Chu Fengge and said, "It's not just the piano, I also recorded your footsteps just now."

Chu Fengge was stunned when he heard the words, while Gong Xue tore off Yue Qinghe's blindfold. Although she brought the blindfold herself, she still put it on her head, wanting to make sure if she really couldn't see.

Chu Fengge looked at the smiling Yue Qinghe and asked, "How do you know it's me?"

Yue Qinghe replied unhurriedly: "I remember all your voices, voices, footsteps." He leaned down and leaned into Chu Fengge's ear and said: "There is also the sound of breathing."

Yueqing and her temples exuded the scent of mint-flavored shampoo, which was rolled together with hot air and sprayed towards Chu Fengge's cheeks and auricles, making Chu Fengge's ears reddened from the cold or hot.

He was so frightened that he stood up and backed away from Yue Qinghe, and immediately looked back at Gong Xue subconsciously. He was relieved to see that she hadn't taken off the blindfold yet, but her ears were still burning.

Gong Xue took off the blindfold and saw Chu Fengge with an unnatural expression and Yue Qinghe with a smile on her face. She was confused and thought that Chu Fengge was just too surprised.

It is not easy for a person who has never been professionally trained to sing without being out of tune, and it is even more difficult to sing well without being out of tune.

Gong Xue has taught many people, but she has never met anyone with absolute pitch, including herself.

Although Chu Fengge is very close in terms of testing, in fact, it is only relatively better than ordinary people in terms of musicality.

The key point is that Yue Qinghe not only has an absolute sense of pitch in hearing, but can even sing. People can't really hear their own voice without the help of external objects. In this case, they can maintain a considerable sense of music. Even more rare.

Chu Fengge also knew that Yueqing and Hezhen had all the conditions to become a perfect musical instrument, but the doubts that had been dispelled in his heart came back.

But in front of Gong Xue, Chu Fengge couldn't directly question Yue Qinghe, so he had to pretend to be calm and said: "It seems that he is really talented."

Gong Xue nodded, and was about to say something to Yue Qinghe, but Yue Qinghe looked at Chu Fengge and said: "I still hope to see you all the time."

Yue Qinghe said frivolous words, but his expression was more sincere than anyone else, which made the sentence that was originally uncomfortable, actually bring a little sincerity.

Gong Xue doesn't like people who talk nonsense, but she appreciates Yueqing and her fearless attitude of doing whatever she wants.

She waved her hand to Chu Fengge and said, "Since this is the case, I won't tutor him anymore. You can teach him yourself. Anyway, aren't you going to write songs for him in the future? Just to learn more about his voice conditions and characteristics. If there is anything Just call me anytime with technical questions."

After Gong Xue said that, Chu Fengge couldn't say anything more and had to agree.

When Chu Fengge was delivered outside the company, Gong Xue saw that Yue Qinghe didn't follow her, so she patted Chu Fengge's shoulder and said earnestly: "If you can't separate work and relationship, you may not be able to do well at both ends." , I know you are a sensible person. You must have understood this child clearly. Although it is very different from the one you selected before, if you only want to train him, it’s fine, but don’t get too close Got it, you know?"

Chu Fengge nodded sullenly to express his understanding.

Gong Xue didn't say anything else, just looked back at Chu Fengge before leaving, shook her head at last, got in the car and left.

After sorting out a lot of materials and putting them in the car, Chu Fengge did not ask Yue Qinghe to do any training, but left work with Yue Qinghe in advance.

When they arrived at Chu's house, they got out of the car, but Yue Qinghe suddenly opened the trunk, took out a bunch of blue and purple water lilies and sent them to Chu Feng singer.

Even the varieties are the same as those planted in Liao Tingchi before, Chu Fengge couldn't think of when and where Yueqinghe bought them.

There were also flower shops in City C that sold water lilies a long time ago, but this kind of flower is really difficult to place in a bouquet and is not easy to preserve, so it is basically difficult to buy locally now.

Chu Fengge took the flowers and put them on the table without taking a second look. Then he pulled two chairs to signal Yue Qinghe to sit down, and then said in an interrogative tone, "Did you really never go to school?"

Chu Fengge thought about this matter all the way. Absolute pitch is not innate. Although possessing this skill requires talent, acquired training is more critical, and the best time for training should not be older than nine years old. How could Yue Qinghe Like what his profile said.

Facing the sudden questioning, Yue Qinghe didn't show any tension on his face, he just answered lightly: "My mother was originally an opera singer, but she didn't do very well. Later, she followed a Chinese, but she was deceived. I can live in a dark place. Everything I know, she taught me to pass the time when she was locked in the room."

As he spoke, he moved the chair closer to Chu Fengge and asked, "What else do you want to know? I'll tell you everything."

Yue Qinghe seemed to always be upright and confident, talking about the painful experience, but it seemed to have nothing to do with him. This is more lethal than choking up and crying bitterly.

Men always say they are tired of women's capriciousness and sensibility, but they are also good at coping. They ask people to be more rational, but when they really become rational to him, he is at a loss what to do.

The same is true for Chu Fengge. He did have a lot of problems at first, and even asked Yue Qinghe to move away when he wanted to, but Yue Qinghe always seemed to have a way to suppress his army, making him panic, like a fox at the end of his life, Clever doesn't know where to flee.

"Which of your words is the truth and which is a lie?"

Chu Fengge felt that what he said was very unfounded. If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't be able to tell the truth, and it would be useless to ask.

Chu Fengge just felt annoyed, because he said that he had no doubts about Yue Qinghe earlier, all because the information Mo Lingchuan showed him was exactly the same as what Yue Qinghe said.

But now, Chu Fengge began to suspect that the information might also be a hoax.

Yue Qinghe did not answer directly, but used the usual routine to throw the question back: "What about you? You always doubt me and that, but I have never doubted you, even though I actually have no doubts about you. I don't understand."

Speaking of understanding, Chu Fengge said even more annoyed: "You AST can even get my retinal data, so you shouldn't have memorized my family background by heart."

Yue Qinghe's words were gravy dripping in the grass, guiding Chu Fengge himself to the covered trap. Now that he was hooked, Yue Qinghe said, "I don't want to know that."

The two were sitting face to face, Yue Qinghe suddenly got up and grabbed Chu Fengge's hands, looking into Chu Fengge's eyes with a pair of dark brown eyes, as if trying to see through his thoughts.

"I want to know you, what you like to eat, what you hate, even your nightmares every night, all your memories in your house, what I want to know is not cold data. Just like you want to know me, You can ask me instead of looking at the information Mo Lingchuan gave you."

These words made Chu Fengge choked up. He thought that he should be the one who had the right to question, but now he was speechless by Yue Qinghe.

Yue Qinghe knew that in the face of a smart prey, he must find the right time to bite off his neck, so while Chu Fengge was still in a daze, he continued: "Let's be fair, if you want to know something, just ask me, relatively You tell me about you too, if you trust me, of course."

Speaking of which, Yueqinghe suddenly took out his ID card and household registration book from somewhere, solemnly put it in Chufeng singer, and said: "Whether you believe me or not, I believe you anyway."

Chu Fengge was finally completely defeated. He quarreled with himself. On the one hand, he doubted Yue Qinghe, but he really couldn't think of Yue Qinghe's motive. If it was really just for him, it would be too unreasonable.

And to rule out all the irrationality, Chu Fengge can only believe that Yueqing and maybe have been telling the truth.

With a long sigh, he put the things back into Yue Qinghe's hands and said, "Okay, I trust you. I'm not Le Yan. Keep your freedom by yourself."

The author has something to say:

Because I am not a music major, and I don’t know what the real entertainment industry is, so a lot of the content here is basically just a few words. I welcome your criticisms and corrections, and I will study hard.