Be silly, the top actor has been secretly in love with me for 3000 years!

Jiang Che slowly withdrew his smile, and walked towards the elevator with a blank expression on his face.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Pei Yan's wolf howl out of tune: "I was thinking about you, about you..."

Jiang Che: "..."

Hearing the sound, Pei Yan suddenly turned around and saw Jiang Che who was looking at him with an indescribable meaning.

"Cough cough..."

Jun blushed, he choked on his own saliva, and coughed suddenly.

With a soft complexion, Jiang Che walked to the bedside table and poured him a glass of warm water.

"thanks……"

"I bought seafood porridge and have a light meal at night, is that okay?"

Seeing him nodding, he took out the porridge and handed it to Pei Yan.

Did he hear it?

Is he snickering that his singing is ugly...

Pei Yan felt ashamed of his old face.

"Jiang Che, can you teach me how to sing?"

Unwilling to give up like this, he asked with a shy face.

He firmly believes that whether it is practicing swords or singing, there are skills.

What he lacks is skill.

Feng Shui turns, he used to teach this bastard swordsmanship, but now he has become an apprentice in turn.

If his master had come to ask him for advice back then, he would definitely have laughed at him.

Of course, Pei Yan also knew that Jiang Che was not that kind of person.

After all, he is a gentle brother respected by everyone in Jianyuanzong!

It is also miraculous that Pei Yan, a rascal and rascal, can teach a personal disciple of a modest gentleman.

"Eat first, and I will teach you after eating."

As he thought, Jiang Che didn't laugh at him, but just like in the era of cultivation, he must give everything to those who are not ashamed to ask.

After dinner, Jiang Che turned on the teaching mode.

"The voice comes from the breath. Singing without breath is singing blindly, and the situation you just had just happened, out of tune. Singing is actually very simple, just like you taught me to gather qi in Dantian, the sound goes out and the qi sinks.

After the sound passes through the chest cavity or the resonance above the chest cavity, it will be very round and full..."

Pei Yan is very smart, he almost knows everything.

It turns out that singing is not done with the voice, but with the breath!

It's simple, it's what you do.

He quickly grasped the gist, and practiced with Jiang Che, and he didn't make any more out-of-tune jokes, and his voice was more than twice as good as before!

"so amazing!"

Pei Yan was pleasantly surprised. The song he sang with a new method was completely different from his previous howling.

Singing seems simple, but the skills involved are complex and varied.

He knows it won't become proficient overnight, but it's enough for him to improve.

He didn't expect to be able to compete with others for several years, or even decades, in just a few days of practice.

"Let's sing...Skills are important, even indispensable, but the most important thing is not skills, but whether your singing can move people.

A good singer, his voice has a story, people can feel the emotions in his singing, and can resonate with his singing.

Many singers have no skills but no emotions, so they can't impress the audience.

The time is too short, Master, you only need to learn the most basic skills, and it is already very good to be able to guarantee that you will not go out of tune when singing. The rest is how to use your singing voice to move the audience.

This is idol's stage, not an imitation show. You don't have to imitate the singing style of the original owner. If you can sing your own style and make the audience move and accept it, that is success. "

Jiang Che's words gave Pei Yan an epiphany.

"Can you tell me the story of the song "SKIN"?"

With a bright smile, he has a new goal.

Leaning on the stool, Jiang Che slowly told Pei Yan the origin of the song SKIN.

This is the story of a little boy who fell ill due to war radiation and lost his parents and relatives but still did not give up and insisted on finding himself.

"There are many ways to interpret it, it can be family affection, it can be friendship, of course, it can also be love... If it were me, I would choose to interpret this song in the way of love, do you want to hear it?"

Showing a shimmering smile, Jiang Che looked at Pei Yan with soft eyes.

Pei Yan nodded, his eyes were full of curiosity, he really wanted to know how he would sing this song.

"When I heard that sound (when I heard that sentence), When the wall came down (When my heart wall collapsed), I was thinking about you (I was not thinking about you all the time), About you (missing you)...

When my skin is wrinkled, when my breath runs cold, I'll be thinking about you, about you...

Seconds from my heart (at that moment, my heart), Abullet from the dark (punctured by bullets in the darkness), Helpless, Isurrender (helpless, lifting)...

Shackledbyyourlove (shackled by your love), Holdingmelikethis (you hug me like this), Withpoisononyourlips (psychedelic poisonous lips)...

Onlywhenit'sover (But it's all over), Thesilencehitssohard (The silence is so icy), 'Causeitwasalmostlove, itwasalmostlove (Almost love, almost)..."

Jiang Che's voice was hoarse and deep.

When singing this song, the longing for the lover and the despair in the lyrics are brought into full play.

He seemed to be very tired, but he was unwilling to give up like this. He could only use singing to express his miss to his lost lover over and over again.

This made Pei Yan, who was listening to the song, even have an illusion that Jiang Che was confessing to himself.

He was shackled by him, he longed for his hug, and they were just a little bit close to becoming lovers...

Goosebumps arose from the thoughts in his heart, and Pei Yan felt for the first time what it meant to be a singing voice that could resonate with others.

This feeling is like when he used the imperial magic zither to control people's hearts. Anyone who heard the sound of the zither would be bewitched by the sound of the zither and have many inexplicable... hallucinations.

So... an illusion, right?

Jiang Che loves him or something...

Hehe, how could he love him.

He can't let go of himself, but because he is the only relative who has been with him for a hundred years.

When one day, he finds a lover who can be with him, perhaps, he will let go of this obsession.

Inexplicably, whenever he thinks that Jiang Che will be with someone else one day, Pei Yan feels a little uncomfortable. It seems to be... a response?

Ignoring this weird thought, Pei Yan clapped his hands cooperatively: "I finally know what a soul singer is like! Compared with you, what I sing is not a song..."

"Is it loneliness?"

Jiang Che asked with a smile.

"No, it's the Night Cry of the Hundred Ghosts."

Pei Yan's serious appearance is so cute that people can't help thinking of RUA!

Unable to hold back, Jiang Che stretched out his hand.

That soft hair feels amazing.

It's addicting.

"What are you doing!"

Showing a ferocious expression, Pei Yan slapped his hand off and covered his head angrily.

"Cute, want to..."

With a bright smile, Jiang Che was about to say that unspeakable word.

With his heart beating wildly, Pei Yan suddenly covered his mouth, "Shut up, be yourself, big brother DIE!"