House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 141: Qin Sehe Ming (3/3, for the lord’s day blueberry jam plus more)

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It was another early morning, Jiangcheng, a small southern city, was slowly awakened by the warm singing.

"The southern city is a timeless city, you are so quiet every time I come back here ..." In the guitar accompaniment Murphy played, Yang Yi was humming, despite the warmth and tenderness, the voice was still slightly thick. .

This time they got up to practice songs for the first time this morning! Of course, how could Murphy start earlier than Yang Yi. Yang Yi went out when the night was still dark. After running, practicing, and buying food, she waked her up from bed.

I did n’t go there either. I closed the bedroom window and the two came to the big balcony. Murphy leaned back on the balcony railing. Yang Yi stood against the wall, watching Chaoyang through Murphy ’s hair. The hair blown by the wind was dyed golden.

Must open your throat in the morning. After some practice, Murphy asked Yang Yi to sing a song to listen. Yang Yi doesn't sing a lot of songs in this world. He picked the "Southern Town" that Guo Ziyi had performed for him before.

It's surprising that Murphy really likes this kind of jazz ballad and is very familiar with this song. So she grabbed the guitar and actively accompanies Yang Yi.

"... I'm singing this song alone here, you won't know oh know." Yang Yi finally sang, he was a little intoxicated, and it always felt good to sing to himself ...

However, Murphy shook his head and said mercilessly: "Yang Yi, your voice is not suitable for singing such songs."

"Ah?" Yang Yi dumbfounded.

"Your voice belongs to that tenor. If you sing a high-pitched song, you may be able to control it more easily, but" Southern Town "will not work, and your voice will be deep and heavy, and you will not be able to sing folk songs. It should be refreshing, "Murphy explained patiently.

Yang Yi knew that his body was the loudest when he was in the army.

But Yang Yi doesn't like to sing high-pitched songs. Many high-pitched songs are mainly based on dazzling skills. How can there be any emotional communication and true expression? As far as the folk songs that Yang Yi likes, how much does it need to look up with his head and express it with a penetrating treble?

"How do you widen your range?" Yang Yi thought about it and asked Murphy, "Your voice is good. Haven't you heard that your voice can cross 3 points of octave?" "

"Do you still know this?" Murphy looked at Yang Yi with some surprise.

In her song, there is no need for her to burst out so many high-pitched songs, but once there was a music program, she accepted the challenge arranged by the host, and there was a live concert that spanned over eight degrees.

"But it ’s okay to tell you, I can really sing 3 points of octave, but this is based on a wide range of innate sounds, and it is achieved from practice." Murphy smiled, "My mother knew music very well, so she found out My voice is particularly good, so I did a lot of special exercises. "

"Your voice is now basically fixed, it is difficult to change through practice." Murphy hesitated, or told Yang Yi this cruel fact.

After all, it is an old man in his thirties ...

Yang Yi smiled bitterly.

Murphy comforted him: "But it doesn't matter. Sing a good song, in fact, it doesn't have much to do with the range of your range, but with the quality of your voice. Yang Yi's voice is very nice and bright. Che, if you sing the right song, it will have a good effect. "

Yang Yi frowned slightly. He said, "I want to sing this song well. Is there no other way than changing a song?"

Is it all over again, or can I only listen to my favorite songs? Yang Yi is not reconciled.

Murphy shook his head and smiled: "You misunderstood what I meant, and your own ideas are also misunderstood. Sing a good song, do you have to follow the original singer's singing method? Even this southern part In Xiaocheng, you can also change a singing method that you can control, without deliberately imitating Cao Fang. With multiple attempts, you can always sing a song of someone else and sing your own taste! "

Murphy felt that she was not persuasive. She picked up the guitar again and gently plucked the strings, saying, "I will sing a paragraph, and you will listen."

"The southern town, there is no glory, every time I come back here, I feel calm ..." Murphy's ethereal voice sounded, but it was only a paragraph, and it came to an abrupt end.

"This is the original version." Murphy stopped and told Yang Yi.

Next, she played a short prelude and continued to hum.

"Huh!" Yang Yi's ears were still very sharp. He could hear that Murphy's rhythm suddenly became brighter.

Although it is still the original voice, Yang Yi seems to feel that if he closes his eyes and listens, he will feel that the girl singing is a girl who loves to laugh and clear, the song is less sad, and there is a little more lively, not too sweet , Just right. (Note 1)

Unfortunately, Murphy also sang for a while and then stopped. She then changed another vocal method, but this time the rhythm was basically the same as the original, but Murphy ’s voice was lower and slightly hoarse. , The vicissitudes of life are coming. (Note 2)

"How is it? Is it possible to sing the same song with different singing styles?" Murphy said to Yang Yi with a smile.

"Um ..." Yang Yi stopped talking.

Murphy still saw it, and she said, "What is the question, what are you talking about! What is embarrassing?"

Yang Yi ’s old face turned red. He pointed to the guitar and said, “Can you sing it again, just use your second singing style, I think it ’s pretty good.”

Murphy naturally met his request, slender fingers plucked the strings, and the rhythm sang lightly.

"... I sing this song here alone, people just smile, oh, smile ..."

Yang Yi listened silently, and he could hear that, in the second "smile", Murphy played her talents wantonly and sang a playful taste.

At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes, as if behind her canal sparkling in the morning sun, as if a soft autumn wave was circulating.

Yang Yi remembered another poem that was not a poem: "The beautiful moments are beautiful, with words and laughs without distinction." (Note 3)

Probably, the woman who was harmonious with him in Tao Yuanming's pen was as intellectual and beautiful as Murphy?

Yang Yi also forgot to cover up. Murphy was seen by Xia Fei's cheeks with his infatuated eyes, and even sang a bit out of the back, but she did not pay attention, and Yang Yi did not listen. come out.

"Okay, it ’s your turn to listen to me and help me see what else needs to be improved!" Murphy finished singing, pretending to be shook his heart in order to cover his heart like a deer jumping around Shake the stack of manuscripts and say.

She also wants to practice the song Muzi Ang wrote to her! Singing «You Exist in My Song» the night before, Murphy was surprised to get some good suggestions, so Murphy felt that Yang Yi still had his unique talent in music.

"This is no problem." Yang Yi condensed Qi Nian and said confidently.

(Note 1: If you want to feel the bobbin, you can go to Cloud Music to search the southern town and listen to a version called "Poem encounter". Note 2: Everyone will listen to Li Moxiang's version. Note 3: This sentence "Poetry" comes from Tao Yuanming's "Xian Qing Fu", which means "the beauty of Mid-Autumn wave flows while looking forward, sometimes smiling words without distracting music". , Zhai is a virtuous woman, and Tao Yuanming "has the same aspirations, can have a hard time, the husband works in the front, and the wife hoes in the back."