Twenty minutes later, Huo Xiang returned home with a tape in his hand.
Huo Yao looked at him, saw that his expression was the same, his peach eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "Fourth brother, you are back."
Huo Xiang hummed lightly, then lifted the tape in mid-air, "Let me listen to a new song, but this is not a finished product yet."
"Okay." Huo Yao put down the phone.
Huo Xiang walked to the player, put the tape in, and then pressed the play button.
Soon, a cappella was played, and the tune was not tuned, so what I heard was the most original and pure version.
Huo Yao listened quietly, the tone of the lyrics and music in it was almost the same as what she heard on the Internet.
Huo Xiang stood in front of the player all the time, and after the song was over, he raised his eyebrows and looked at his sister with a confident face, "How is it? Is Fourth Brother's song good?"
"It sounds good." Huo Yao nodded, paused for a second, and then said again: "Fourth brother, play it again."
When Huo Xiang heard this, the corners of his lips became more proud, and he pressed the play button again.
After listening to it again, Huo Yao inadvertently asked, "Fourth brother, have you heard this song before?"
Huo Xiang took out the tape, walked to the sofa next to his sister and sat down, "No, except that I gave the semi-finished product to Brother Tong and a few people in the group to listen to, and you should be the first to listen to the full version, sister."
Huo Yao rubbed his chin with his hand, and suddenly asked: "When you musicians are creating, will there be times when you collide with others?"
Huo Xiang glanced at his sister with a smile, and said: "It depends on how you position the tune. If the inspiration comes from other people's songs, then there may be similar tunes and styles when creating songs, but this can only be regarded as There is only imitation in melody."
"The lyrics and music are exactly the same?" Huo Yao tilted his head.
"It's even more impossible that the lyrics and music are exactly the same, unless they are plagiarized and embezzled by insiders." After Huo Xiang finished speaking, he was suspicious, "Sister, why did you suddenly ask me such a question?"
Huo Yao snorted, "Just curious, just ask."
"How could it happen to your fourth brother and me? It's not me playing. In the entire music world, only others imitate me. There is no such thing as me bumping into others." Huo Xiang raised his chin high.
Seeing this, Huo Yao raised his hand and stroked his curly hair, "Well, my fourth brother is the most powerful."
The expression is pampering.
Huo Xiang: "!"
here we go again.
Huo Yao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his calves were raised lazily. The fourth brother's song was only completed today, so here comes the question, which one in Xiang Nan's hand is more perfect than her fourth brother's? Where did it come from
Assuming that Xiang Nan once got the semi-finished product of the fourth brother, if he wants to make it himself, the tune will be different. Even if there is a similar production, it is a one-in-a-million probability, right
Not to mention it's still the exact same tune.
The origin is really a bit weird.
At this time, Huo Yao's mobile phone vibrated, she pulled back her thoughts, took the mobile phone, glanced at it, then took out the earphones, and put them on calmly.
Click on a small program in the phone, and soon, a conversation between a man and a woman came from the earphone.
I have never heard the man's voice, but the woman's voice is very familiar.
Huo Yao rubbed the earphone lightly with his fingertips, a little surprised.
Originally, I wanted to make an announcement saying that the update was postponed. I was afraid that some friends would not see it, so I will update a chapter first. Let’s check it out at 8:00. , I'm very sorry everyone, sorry sorry.
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