House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 854: The coming day is a thousand songs (3/3)
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"If you think these songs are not good, let's change a batch? Or sing lighter and more pleasant, how about?"
Murphy leaned down beside the crib, sorted out the clothes for Xiaojiao, and when asked to hug him out, Yang Yi leaned on the side wall and asked softly.
"Don't ..." Murphy flew a glance past, "The song is good, why can't it work?"
"Do n’t you say they are too sad?"
"It's sad! These songs are so sad!"
Yang Yi laughed: "If you don't like it, why would you force yourself to sing these songs yourself? I can't bring you any other songs!"
Murphy blinked Yang Yi innocently and said, "Who told you I don't like these songs?"
"Do you like it?" Yang Yi was confused.
"Yeah, I heard you play saxophone just now, that melody is so beautiful! Such a good song, how can I not like it!" Murphy hugged Xiaoluo out, and the little one grabbed his mother's shirt , But very hard to reach out to his father with the other hand.
"Baba!" Xiaojiao shook his hand. It seems that at this moment, he is more interested in the dad who just made him play.
Yang Yi took Xiaoluo, but he continued to ask Murphy in confusion: "However, you said it was very sad!"
"It's one thing to abuse one's heart, and it's another thing to like. Although it's quite uncomfortable to watch these lyrics, I can't help but like them. These songs should be very interesting!" Murphy ate He laughed and saw Yang Yi silly, and said, "Oh, you don't understand women, women are more abused and they like it!"
Isn't it? In those years, who watched the bitter dramas of the neighbouring countries who saw a snot and tears, but loved it so much?
Women ...
Yang Yi is a little speechless: "Okay, if you like it, I am worried that you do not like this type, because I plan to create a sad special for you."
"Okay! But you taught me to sing these three songs first, and I listened to a piece of" The Most Familiar Stranger "." Murphy pressed his hands on the low cabinet and followed with interest. Yang Yi said.
Yang Yi smiled and said, "Well, which one do you listen to first?"
"This!" Thousands of Que ", the lyrics are also very sad, but they are slightly lighter than others, not so straightforward, we go from shallow to deep, slowly." Murphy's eyes flow, Whispered.
"This song is more interesting, female singing with female singing, male singing with male singing." Yang Yi remembered several versions I heard in the previous life, and pondered, saying, "I will sing you a male voice Well, we will study the female voice at that time. However, for the male version, I have to accompany the drum kit. "
For the male version, Yang Yi must of course mimic Leslie Cheung ’s singing.
"Then I will help you hug your son." Murphy came in delight and hugged Xiaoluo over.
"Ah, Baba!" The little guy was unwilling, he hadn't started playing with his father yet! When she got into her mother's arms, she grumbled again and started to make trouble.
Fortunately, Yang Yi was sitting in front of the drum, hooting, hooting, and playing a set of tricks with a finger-tip rotating stick, which suddenly attracted Xiaoluo ’s attention.
The little guy forgot his opinion about his mother, opened his big round eyes, looked at his dad in astonishment, and seemed to be shocked by his powerful performance, and seemed to be using his Little head, try to understand what Dad is doing!
Yang Yi teased her son, and then came down seriously, and began to sing the first few sentences: "Looking back slowly, once belonged to each other's evening. Red and red are still you, gift my heart to the sun ..."
It ’s actually a Cantonese song!
Murphy used to think that the sentence structure of these lyrics was a bit special, but she did n’t study the language too deeply, and she could n’t tell at a glance which language order it was.
However, the classics are classics after all. Yang Yi just sang the first few sentences. Murphy was attracted by the rhythm of the rhythm shown in the singing. She stood holding Xiaoluojia on the side, staring at them, both Forgot to sit down.
The reason why Leslie Cheung ’s singing can impress countless people is that singing is not the main reason-even if his singing skills are top-notch, being able to use emotional sound is the key, which is also impossible for many imitators!
Emotional imperial sound refers to giving thick emotions to the voice, the rare thing is not contrived, the rare thing is just right! Coupled with the bonus of singing, he can easily express his talent freely and express his sincere emotions easily. Such a song can naturally move the audience!
Yang Yi is still unable to achieve the level of Leslie Cheung, but with the wide range of sound, solid singing skills, and hard imitation, Yang Yi can also sing a little brother's feeling!
"Unfortunately, I will be on each side, so I have to stare at this moment ..."
Like this sentence, with a gentle pause between "this moment" and "best staring", and the change of emotion, Murphy was all obsessed with an obsessive expression.
At this time, Yang Yi knocked on the drum kit, as if to use the drum kit's rapid drum sound to introduce the chorus of the high / tide part.
"The coming day is a thousand songs, floating in the distance on my way, the coming day is a thousand night stars, and the moon shines tonight ..."
Yang Yi sings affectionately as he beats the drum at the rhythm.
Only by virtue of his strong breath and extraordinary physical coordination can he beat the drum while singing unaffected.
But Murphy will not think about these meaningless things. She looks at Yang Yi with a confused look, and is almost intoxicated by Yang Yi's faltering singing at the moment!
Yang Yi also stared at her affectionately, humming with that tempting vocal tone: "I can't compare to the beauty of this night, I can't wash what I want tonight, aha ... because of you I will sing tonight! "
Murphy bit her lower lip, her cheeks slightly reddish.
No one was willing to sing only half of this song. Although it was only a demonstration, Yang Yi sang it in its entirety, and finally, still humming at the end of a steady, increasingly hard drum.
"How is it? Is this song nice?" Yang Yi still sang and had some unsatisfactory meaning, and said to Murphy with a smile.
Murphy flew him a hygienic eye and snorted pretending to be unhappy.
"What are you doing?" Yang Yi asked with a smile.
"You are too bad!" Murphy snorted, "I am so desperate for such a good song. You actually confuse me just now and tell me to change another song!"
"Hey, why is it confusing? You used to be taught by a physical education teacher?" Yang Yi laughed. He knew that Murphy was playing with him! The young couple's sometimes noisy and noisy is also a manifestation of the fun of life.
"It's confusing! Your language is taught by the physical education teacher!"
When the two of them were fighting, Xiaoluo was very interested in the drum set that his father played just now. He screamed and finally drew his attention.
"Why, you want to play?" Yang Yi laughed and handed a drumstick to the little guy.
Drumsticks are not heavy, and Xiaoluo grabs them. Moreover, his ability to imitate was beyond the expectation of his parents. I saw Murphy holding him next to the drum, and the little guy waved his little arms excitedly, knocking on the cymbal clang.
"Hee hee, hee hee!" The little guy had a good time and turned his head to look at his dad, grinning with a small mouth, and seemed to say: Dad look, I will knock it too!