In fact, Yao Beibei hung out with Jiang Lufeng and the like just to experience the feeling of getting to know musicians, going to bars, rehearsals, and performances. If she really thought the other person's work was great, after listening to Cheng Ran's singing and playing, she felt that she was no match for Cheng Ran, and therefore did not show much enthusiasm for Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin's singing and playing.
At the same time, Yu Xiao, Yang Xia and Liu Ying all seemed a little bored. Is this the song written by the real singer himself
The melody and playing are pretty good, but as for the song itself, it doesn’t seem to be that good… Mainly because of a comparison. They still remember the amazing scene of Cheng Ran singing and playing the guitar when they graduated from junior high school. At that time, they thought that real singers might be better at original creation than Cheng Ran. But why is there a gap when comparing the real singer playing the song he created with the impression of Cheng Ran
Yao Beibei only needed to look at the expressions of Yang Xia and the others and their reluctant applause to know that their thoughts at the moment were similar to hers. She felt a little bored for a moment. At this time, Jiang Lufeng sat next to her, with half of his body touching hers. She suddenly felt very awkward, as if the other party had other intentions.
In fact, when Yao Beibei first came into contact with them, she was also moved by their love for music. Seeing them rehearse, sing, and make music seriously, there is always an indescribable aura. The other party is much older than her, and Yao Beibei actually treats Jiang Lufeng and others as older brothers.
Sometimes I feel that they are very nice. They take my little sister and talk to her about music and take her to see live performances. I feel like they are brothers and friends.
But at this moment, she saw Jiang Lufeng suddenly approaching her, and then the other girls looked at him with such obsessed eyes. Yao Beibei was confused, but seemed to understand something vaguely.
Facing the girls' sharp eyes, Zhao Xin also crossed his legs and stretched out his hands to hold the waist of a girl next to him. He smiled and pointed at Jiang Lufeng, "In the song 'Brushing Shoulders' you just sang, isn't the rhythm of the third paragraph obviously lacking support? The harmony didn't follow up. Was there a temporary structural imbalance?"
The artist girl stared at Zhao Xin with a dazed look in her eyes, not caring at all that she was being held by the waist. A talented musical singer was the most lethal to an artist girl. When her mind was affected, she didn't think anything the other party did was excessive and was willing to do it.
Jiang Lufeng leaned towards Yao Beibei, his hand on her arm, as if he could feel her smooth arm through her clothes, and laughed and scolded, "Bullshit! The ethereal feeling of that song needs this kind of deliberately created gap to appear, unlike your "Traveling Around the World", which is obviously a country folk song, but you have to show off your skills so strongly, with all kinds of chord inversions. You should know that in our academic school, this is called stealing the show. The skills completely cover up the story you are supposed to tell!"
Zhao Xin added, "Your evaluation of my You Sifang shows that you don't have a deep understanding of the role of rhythm. My song has typical square two-bar, four-bar, and eight-bar sentences. This is Robert Schumann's construction style, pursuing a poetic feel..."
The two of them went back and forth, seemingly arguing, all theoretical content, but it sounded very impressive, at least very impressive. When some band members saw the expressions of those girls at this time, they knew that there was no doubt that one of the girls would fall for them today.
Jiang Lufeng leaned against Yao Beibei and debated with Zhao Xin, but Yao Beibei was already furious. She didn't know how to deal with the situation at this moment. She rejected this situation from the bottom of her heart. She understood the other party's thoughts at this moment, and she instinctively resisted. But at this time, Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin's discussion and understanding of music theory made her feel confused again.
Jiang Lufeng had actually seen through Yao Beibei's hesitation before. If it was an ordinary girl, she would actually not be challenging. However, he had long passed the stage where he would accept any girl who pounced on him. He always felt that it was more pleasurable when a girl with a little personality was hard to get but was finally conquered by him.
Yao Beibei wanted to keep her distance, but Jiang Lufeng refused to give her a chance. Zhengyi chased her relentlessly at this time, and he was sure that if he put in more effort, he would be able to get Yao Beibei today.
Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin were arguing, with their arms bent and resting on their legs, but their elbows were touching Yao Beibei's thighs. Yao Beibei had no way to avoid it, and couldn't get up because of the situation. Her eyes were full of helplessness and confusion, not knowing whether she should let the other party continue.
Yang Xia was furious when she saw this. She wanted to scold the other party in public, but in fact, the other party did not do anything too excessive or exaggerated. Afterwards, he could say that he just leaned close to her unintentionally, and it would be easy to clear himself from the blame.
Cheng Ran frowned slightly, and then looked at the girls who were completely fooled by Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin. Then he made a decision and interrupted their discussion. "I think that in essence, the various elements of music are nothing more than the external manifestation of music theory, harmony, instrumentation and other knowledge. But if you only mechanically integrate them in an orderly manner during the songwriting process, what you will eventually get is just a framework. Even if it is exquisite and beautiful, it is just a shell filled with various gorgeous words. This will not impress people."
The argument between Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin came to an abrupt end.
Both of them looked at Cheng Ran at the same time.
Some of the band members around them sneered.
What the two of them were discussing just now was how to make their structures look more perfect, but now that this person opened his mouth, he was implying that they only pursued the framework and shell, not the essential content, and that the music could not move people...
Who do you think you are
"Haha... You are so arrogant..."
"Interesting..."
"Who is this..."
Luo Zhixian smiled and looked at Cheng Ran with a serious look. Some girls also turned their eyes to him, with confusion in their eyes. Some even thought that he was young and was just refuting for the sake of refuting, which was immature and sensational.
Jiang Lufeng looked over with a smile, but this smile clearly contained thorns, "You mean, we learned the professional courses in the music college for four years in vain?"
Cheng Ran shook his head. "I'm just talking about the songwriting thing." He paused and looked at Yang Xia. "Remember what I told you about Cameron when we watched Titanic?"
Now everyone looked at the girl Yang Xia.
Yang Xia was stunned for a moment, then said, "When you tell a story, the most important thing is always the core and the ideological connotation. It is not the various narrative principles, frameworks and elements that are analyzed and studied by countless people."
Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin both looked at each other with a frown, because when Yang Xia said it, the impression was different. At least some people were already thinking about the words of this outstanding girl. The enthusiasm in the eyes of the girls who had just admired the two began to calm down a little.
Cheng Ran nodded, "It's the same when making movies and telling stories, and it's the same when making music."
Wang Jiajun laughed and said, "So you are quite experienced. It seems that you must have better compositions than those songs just now... How about singing them for us? You can't use classical music as an example! Because all the classical arrangement structures can be traced. You have to come up with something different. We were talking about anti-war topics just now. Why don't you show us what good music that doesn't follow the framework of predecessors looks like?"
When everyone heard what Wang Jiajun said, they knew that he was a bit naughty. Even underground singers like Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin would pick some melodies from classic music when they created their own songs, and add variations to them into their own music.
It was extremely demanding to ask Cheng Ran to use a completely original melody, to have an anti-war theme, and to move people in the end.
Someone did speak up, "Reduce the difficulty, and don't worry about whether it's anti-war or not. As long as you can make a song that doesn't stick to the existing style, just a short piece will do, and see if it can be better than Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin's songs..."
"Otherwise you're just bragging..."
A group of people said so, but in fact they were already planning to make trouble for Cheng Ran. Today was an occasion for the underground music circle of Shanhai. Just now, Jiang Lufeng and Zhao Xin seemed to be competing in singing in disguise, but Cheng Ran stood up and actually wanted to challenge them.
If Cheng Ran was just an ordinary person, no one would take him seriously. This kind of talk is just talk, no one would really take him seriously. The key point is that Cheng Ran's insight when everyone was discussing the Woodstock Music Festival just now really shocked many people. This time, the postscript is actually to see if he has the ability.
Some girls who were Zhao's fans looked at him with dissatisfaction. They obviously thought that Cheng Ran was just talking about principles but could not convince people with practical things.
Cheng Ran turned to Tian Yingqing and asked, "Can you lend me your guitar?"
Tian Yingqing was stunned for a moment. In fact, they all came with Luo Zhixian to meet Zhao Le today. They had no intention of getting involved in underground music circles like Shanhai. The only reason they had a clear distinction with Cheng Ran was because of the relationship between Luo Zhixian and Yang Xia.
At this time, she was carefree and picked up the piano beside her and handed it to Cheng Ran.
But in fact, when Cheng Ran opened his mouth, those around him who had guitars had already said, "I have them! Here!" and handed them over. There were five guitars in front of Cheng Ran, and even Zhao Xin handed over his guitar quietly.
But Cheng Ran still smiled and took the guitar from Tian Yingqing.
He thought for a moment and sang, "Anti-war songs..." Yu Xiao, Liu Ying and others beside him did not dare to disturb him.
Then, as if he had thought of something, Cheng Ran began to pluck the strings with his fingers.
A very common technique... at least that's what it seemed to those present.
After a series of preludes, Cheng Ran began to sing.
[Evil Night Candlelight
The sky breaks the war
The song of sorrow spreads thousands of miles
Hometown to Put an End to Famine
Soft, low, ethereal and distant.
Like a wedge.
The skylight opened.
Light, as light as paper
Light, scattered places
Light, in the dying applause, it hurriedly
She is singing, unbearable pain...]
As he sang, everyone's brows gradually became focused as they began to think.
I was first sucked in, then came to my senses and slowly tried to figure out this music that seemed to come from another time and space and that I had never heard before.
"The style is weird... rap?"
"Could it be rock... Only rock has this style!"
"Strange and weird... but very pleasant to the ear..."
“Nice to hear…”
Such discussions still existed for the time being, but soon after Cheng Ran finished singing the prelude with his head raised in a semi-rap voice, his voice changed in the chorus, changing his previous completely different semi-rap style and began to sing.
What is the shape of hope in children's eyes
Do you have bread for breakfast when you wake up
Have another bowl of hot soup
Farmers burned their land and villages
Finally picked up the gun
But she gradually got used to it and gave up resistance.]
final…
The song ends!
Each face is a aftertaste and a lingering feeling.
The girls kept muttering to themselves, "What shape does hope look like in the eyes of children..." Their eyes were red and tears were visible.
On the other end, Zhao Le, who had just finished his phone call, was standing under the shadow of a tree, listening in a daze to the entire song that made his scalp tingle, while looking at the complete silence on the other side of the table.
The face was immersed in shadow.