Hao Yun admitted that opening a small account and adding his own roommate was indeed not done by people from the earthly world.
But he really didn't expect to be blocked, and he didn't say anything outrageous
Even gave it 5 stars!
There was no class the next morning, so Liang Ziyuan left without saying a word, carrying his guitar, presumably to record his new single.
To be honest, Hao Yun really admires this guy.
He still insists on making music after being trolled for three years. If this is not considered love, then he will never believe in love in his life.
"Brother Ziyuan, what are you doing? You go out with your guitar on your back so early in the morning."
"I guess I went to find a cool place to entertain myself. Anyway, just don't sing in the dormitory," Zhu Kening rubbed his face with his hands and muttered, "I have a meeting in the afternoon, no. The leaders of the Young Courtyard are all here. I’ll sleep a little longer, please keep your voices down.”
Zheng Xueqian: "..."
Hao Yun: "..."
Fuck you!
You are the most noisy person in the whole dormitory!
If he had to choose between Brother Ziyuan's singing and Brother Kening's snoring, Hao Yun felt that Liang Ziyuan's singing was more "pleasing".
After all, no matter how noisy the former is, there is still a cooling time, and it will pass if you tolerate it.
As for the latter, it can last all night without stopping...
Not long after he finished speaking, heavy breathing could be heard from Zhu Kening's bed.
There is no doubt that the storm is already brewing.
Zheng Xueqian glanced at Hao Yun and said with his eyes: What are your plans in the morning
Hao Yun looked back at him: Just strolling around.
He was probably wrong. Zheng Xueqian was stunned for a moment and gave him a surprised look: Self-study? So early
Hao Yun nodded and answered with his eyes: Otherwise, why is it so noisy here? Can you still sleep
After barely understanding what he meant, Zheng Xueqian's eyes gradually became firmer and he nodded: OK! Then I'll go too!
After speaking with his eyes, he turned over and got out of bed, quickly packed his textbooks into his bag, leaving Hao Yun with a confused look on his face, and walked away like the wind.
…
The snoring in the bedroom was getting louder and louder, and it was really difficult to stay in bed.
Recalling the recording studio that Lin Mengmeng told him before, Hao Yun climbed out of bed, washed briefly, put on his clothes and left the dormitory.
On the way to the school gate, he casually sent Lin Mengmeng a WeChat message.
[Where is the recording studio you mentioned before?]
He originally thought he would reply after a while, but as soon as he was about to close the screen, Lin Mengmeng's message sent him the coordinates.
Following closely behind him, there was another person who looked like Ah Huang's son with a "puppy surprised" expression.
[Do you really want to learn music? (be surprised)]
Hao Yun typed a reply casually.
[Why did I lie to you?]
Lin Mengmeng: [Ah... okay. Then come on, if it’s just a question about music, you can ask me if you don’t understand!]
Seeing this line, Hao Yun felt moved as he remembered his experience of being blocked yesterday.
Gan!
Look at people!
Isn’t this how a musician should behave
Hey, the only fly in the ointment is that if this guy's talent was music, Hao Yun would definitely give her this opportunity to become a god without saying anything.
He doesn't care about her, he just wants to be happy.
But unfortunately, the talent of those who really have the potential to become singers is acting.
Hao Yun began to wonder if there was something wrong with this broken system.
After leaving the school gate, it didn't take long to reach the destination.
I have to say that the place recommended by Lin Mengmeng is indeed good. Whether it is the decoration of the entrance or the temperament of the employees, they look very professional... Although if he is asked to say where the professionalism lies, he may not be able to tell.
The only flaw may be the price.
Both the piano room and the recording studio charge by the hour. Basically, the price fluctuates between 100 and 1,000 per hour depending on the instrument and equipment. There is a discount after 10 o'clock in the evening. It feels similar to an Internet cafe
It will be relatively cheaper if you buy it for a day, but the price is not close to the people, at least it is not affordable for students.
As for those diamond-card VIP rooms that used unknown professional equipment, Hao Yun selectively ignored them.
Oh my god, why is an instrument so expensive and studded with diamonds
Even if it is studded with diamonds, it won’t cost tens of thousands at the touch of a finger, right
Fortunately, the popularity of 2048 has not passed yet, and the subsequent income is pretty good. Although the consumption here is a bit expensive, Hao Yun is not unable to afford it, so he directly spent 5,000 yuan to become an ordinary member.
Hao Yun didn't look like a veteran, so the girl who helped him apply for the card immediately smiled and said.
"Sir, do you need professional guidance?"
Hao Yun: "Professional guidance?"
Is there such a good thing
The young lady smiled slightly: "Yes, if you are interested in piano, we have instructors with different price ranges who can provide one-on-one teaching -"
sweat!
It turns out there is a fee.
Hao Yun quickly waved his hands and declined.
"No, no, just find me a recording studio with a piano!"
After finally getting rid of the girl selling lessons, Hao Yun locked the door, took a deep breath and walked to the center next to the piano.
Looking at the shiny black and white keys, he couldn't help but stretched out his right hand and gently touched the smooth keys with his index finger.
Although this was probably the first time he had touched a piano in his life, and the touch was indeed as strange as he expected, but for some reason, behind the strangeness, there was an imperceptible hint of déjà vu.
just like…
It was like he had played with this thing before.
"Is this because Meng Po Tang has not been licked clean..."
But wasn’t he a game planner in his previous life
Hao Yun shook his head with a headache, then pulled out his chair and sat in front of the piano. He put his hand on it, imitating the postures of the pianists in the movie, and pressed the first key.
mi—
The melodious sound of the piano echoed in the recording studio.
Humming a familiar melody softly, he pressed the second and third keys with jerky movements.
so—xi—
At the same time, he sang a cappella in a deep voice.
"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and shocked the world..."
"Meng Pian Leng has gone through many love debts throughout his life."
"If you acquiesce..."
"Life and death are waiting..."
"Waiting for rounds and rounds of growth rings—"
The feeling comes slowly.
Just like a firefly that flickers on and off.
Grasping the remains of the memory and the inspiration from somewhere, Hao Yun's fingers followed the rhythm from the depths of his soul and struck out a jerky and firm beat on the black and white keys.
Admittedly, this is not an etude suitable for beginners to perform.
No piano textbook will include this popular piece in its first unit.
But there is no doubt that this is the one that suits him best.
Because only this piece of music could penetrate the fog of memory and bring him such a familiar feeling.
Only when playing this piece of music, he did not need a teacher or any reference book for guidance.
Just go with your feelings.
It's like following instinct...
“It’s raining heavily, and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown.”
"I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city—"
The intuition from the depths of his soul seemed to hold his hands, controlling the puppet called melody, over and over again, faster than the last time...
Also more skilled!
"The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell in that wild village—"
"The fate took root when we..."
The cycle went back and forth countless times.
Until the sun sets outside the window.
When the last note fell, Hao Yun took a long breath, feeling the silence in the recording studio, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"It's just like the Sharingan..."
In just one day, he has gone from being a piano novice with no foundation at all to now not only being able to play the piano accompaniment of "Fireworks Easily Cool" smoothly and perfectly, but he can even play the piano version of the entire song with chords.
Thanks to this, he even feels that he can play it like that even if he picks up other music scores.
Of course, the premise is that the fingering is not particularly difficult.
But then again, even if it’s difficult, it’s not a big deal.
When his music attribute points are increased in the future, and he can unlock a few more Beethoven or Mozart pieces through memory fragments and become familiar with them several times, his skill proficiency will naturally increase.
"pity… "
"It seems that music attributes only affect the proficiency and speed of music-related skills. At most, it can make the fingers more flexible, but it will not affect the tone of singing."
His voice is relatively more youthful. Although he considers himself to be very magnetic, he still can't sing the charm of Jay Chou, nor can he sing the vicissitudes of Lin Zhixuan's version.
If he were to sing, it might be difficult for a big song, but it would be fine for a small song.
After all, the lyricists and composers are all big guys. No matter how much the singer's timbre is reduced, the strength of the song itself is still there.
However, these flaws are innocuous.
Although he can't sing, his tool can.
Although the advantages may not be learned, at least in terms of articulation, Brother Ziyuan can be said to be very good at it!
Otherwise, this guy wouldn't have been singing in the dormitory for so long, and no one understood what Mandarin he was singing.
As for the timbre, if you tweak it a little bit and sing it with that kind of hanging flavor and vicissitudes of life, it shouldn't be a big problem!
As for myself…
Hao Yun had never wanted to be a singer, and he had no interest in living a life that attracted much attention.
If possible, he would rather make a fortune silently and stand behind the scenes to earn attribute points and memory fragments.
As for the troublesome stuff…
There are so many tools, why should he do everything himself
"...The next step is to record the pure piano version alone, and then upload it to Yinke.com for fishing."
Good wine is not afraid of deep alleys, and he is not afraid of fish not taking the bait.
As long as the song makes it onto the new song charts, he's not worried at all that someone won't see it.
As for what happens next…
That would be too simple.
After turning on the professional recording equipment next to him, Hao Yun stretched out and placed his hands on the piano keys.
Even if this idiot blocked his trumpet and made him somewhat unhappy, who wants you all to be my sons
How could the father and sons be angry