Chapter 140
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Another morning, Jiangcheng, a small town in the south, was slowly awakened in the warm song.
"The Southern Town, the slow flowing City, every time I come back here, you are so quiet..." In Murphy's guitar accompaniment, Yang Yi is humming. Although she is tender, her voice is still slightly thick.
This is the first time they get up in the morning to practice singing! Of course, how could Murphy get up earlier than Yang Yi? Yang Yidu went out in the dark of the night, ran, practiced and bought vegetables, and then woke her up from her bed.
They closed the bedroom window and went to the balcony. Murphy's back was on the balcony railing. Yang Yi was standing against the wall. Looking at the sunrise through Murphy's hair, they all dyed her hair into gold.
In the morning, she has to open her voice first. After some practice, Murphy asks Yang Yi to sing a song first. Yang Yi can't sing many songs in this world. He chose the southern town that Guo Ziyi performed for him.
Surprisingly, Murphy liked the Jazz ballad and was familiar with it. So she grabbed the guitar and took the initiative to accompany Yang Yi.
“…… I'm here alone singing this song, you won't know, oh yes Yang Yi finally finished singing. He was still a little intoxicated. He always thought it was good to sing to himself
However, Murphy shook his head, mercilessly hit: "Yang Yi, your voice is not suitable for singing this kind of song."
"Ah?" Yang Yi is silly.
"Your voice belongs to that kind of tenor. If you sing a high pitched song, you may be able to control it more easily, but" Southern town "can't do it. When your voice sinks down, it looks very heavy and can't sing the freshness that folk songs should have." Murphy explained patiently.
Yang Yi knows that her body, when she was in the army before, was the most sonorous.
But Yang Yi doesn't like to sing high pitched songs. There are many high pitched songs that focus on flaunting skills. How can there be any emotional communication and true feelings? Take Yang Yi's favorite folk songs as an example, and how much of them need to raise their heads and express their feelings with penetrating high notes?
"How do you broaden your range?" Yang Yi thought for a while and asked Murphy, "your voice is very good. Isn't it reported that your voice can span three octaves?"
"And you know that?" Murphy looked at Yang Yi in surprise.
In her songs, there are no high pitched songs that need her to burst out with so much energy. However, in one music program, she accepted the challenge arranged by the host, and she really performed a cross octave performance.
"But it's OK to tell you that I can sing three octaves, but this is from practice on the basis of a wide range of inborn voices." Murphy laughed. "My mother knew music very well, so when she was a child, she found that my voice was very good, so she asked me to do a lot of special exercises."
"Your voice is basically fixed now and it's hard to change it through practice." Murphy hesitated for a moment, or told Yang Yi this cruel fact.
After all, they are all men in their thirties
Yang Yi smiles bitterly.
Murphy comforted him: "but it doesn't matter. Singing a song well has nothing to do with the range of your voice, but with the quality of your voice. Yang Yi, your voice is very pleasant, bright and clear. If you sing the right song, it will have a good effect."
Yang Yi slightly frowned, he said: "I want to sing this song well, is there no other way besides changing a song?"
Do you want to live a life again, or can you only listen to your favorite songs? Yang Yi is not reconciled.
Murphy shook his head and said with a smile, "you have misunderstood me, and you have misunderstood your own ideas. Do you have to follow the original singer's singing method to sing a song well? Even in this small Southern Town, you can change your own singing style. You don't have to imitate Cao Fang. You can always sing a song of others to your own taste
Murphy felt that her words were not convincing. She picked up her guitar again, gently plucked the strings, and said, "I'll sing a piece. You can listen to it."
"The southern town is not glorious. Every time I come back here, I feel calm..." Murphy's ethereal voice rang out, but only for a moment, then stopped abruptly.
"This is the original version." Murphy stops and says to Yang Yi.
Then she played a short prelude and continued to hum.
"Why Yang Yi's ear is still very keen, he can hear, Murphy's rhythm suddenly become bright.
Although it was still the original voice, Yang Yi seemed to feel that if she closed her eyes and listened, she would feel that she was singing a girl who loved to laugh. Her singing was less sad and more lively. It would not be too sweet and greasy. It was just right. (Note 1)
but it's a pity that Murphy stops after singing for a while, and then she changes her singing method. However, the rhythm of this time is basically the same as that of the original version, but Murphy's voice is a little lower, a little hoarse, and a sense of vicissitudes is coming. (Note 2)
"how about? Is it possible to sing the same song with different singing methods Murphy said with a smile to Yang Yi."Well..." Yang Yi was eager to speak but stopped.
Murphy still saw it, and she said, "if you have any questions, say it! What are you sorry about? "
Yang Yi old face slightly red, he pointed to the guitar, said: "can you sing again, use your second singing method, I think it sounds good."
Murphy naturally met his request, and his slender fingers plucked the strings and sang in a brisk rhythm.
“…… I'm here alone singing this song, and people just smile, oh, smile... "
Yang Yi listened silently, and he could hear that Murphy played her talent wantonly and sang a playful flavor.
At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes, as if behind her in the sun shining canal, as if there were soft autumn waves in the flow.
Yang Yi also thought of a poem that was not a poem: "instant beauty eyes with flow ogling, with words and laughter without distinction." (Note 3)
probably, the woman in Tao Yuanming's works who was in harmony with his zither and zither was as intelligent and beautiful as Murphy?
Yang Yi also forgot to cover up her reverie in her heart. Murphy was looked at by his crazy eyes as Xiafei's cheeks, and even she sang out of tune, but she didn't pay attention to it, and Yang Yi didn't recognize it.
"Well, it's your turn to listen to me and help me see what needs to be improved!" After Murphy finished singing, in order to cover up his heart like a deer, he pretended to shake the stack of manuscripts in his hand and said.
She also wants to practice the songs that Muzi ang wrote for her! In my song the night before yesterday, Murphy unexpectedly got some good suggestions, so Murphy felt that Yang Yi still had his unique talent in music.
"No problem with that." Yang Yi astringed Qi Nian and said confidently.
(Note 1: if you want to feel the cheese, you can go to cloud music to search the southern town and listen to the version sung by a singer named "Shiyu". Note 2: listen to the version of Li mosquito repellent incense. Note 3: this "poem" comes from Tao Yuanming's "Leiqing Fu", which means "when you look at the beautiful eyes, sometimes smile and speak without dispersing the mind and spirit of playing music". It is said that this poem is written for Zhai's wife who was later married after his wife's death. Zhai's family is a virtuous woman and has the same interest as Tao Yuanming. He can be peaceful, his husband ploughs before his wife, and his wife hoes after. ")
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Another morning, Jiangcheng, a small town in the south, was slowly awakened in the warm song.
"The Southern Town, the slow flowing City, every time I come back here, you are so quiet..." In Murphy's guitar accompaniment, Yang Yi is humming. Although she is tender, her voice is still slightly thick.
This is the first time they get up in the morning to practice singing! Of course, how could Murphy get up earlier than Yang Yi? Yang Yidu went out in the dark of the night, ran, practiced and bought vegetables, and then woke her up from her bed.
They closed the bedroom window and went to the balcony. Murphy's back was on the balcony railing. Yang Yi was standing against the wall. Looking at the sunrise through Murphy's hair, they all dyed her hair into gold.
In the morning, she has to open her voice first. After some practice, Murphy asks Yang Yi to sing a song first. Yang Yi can't sing many songs in this world. He chose the southern town that Guo Ziyi performed for him.
Surprisingly, Murphy liked the Jazz ballad and was familiar with it. So she grabbed the guitar and took the initiative to accompany Yang Yi.
“…… I'm here alone singing this song, you won't know, oh yes Yang Yi finally finished singing. He was still a little intoxicated. He always thought it was good to sing to himself
However, Murphy shook his head, mercilessly hit: "Yang Yi, your voice is not suitable for singing this kind of song."
"Ah?" Yang Yi is silly.
"Your voice belongs to that kind of tenor. If you sing a high pitched song, you may be able to control it more easily, but" Southern town "can't do it. When your voice sinks down, it looks very heavy and can't sing the freshness that folk songs should have." Murphy explained patiently.
Yang Yi knows that her body, when she was in the army before, was the most sonorous.
But Yang Yi doesn't like to sing high pitched songs. There are many high pitched songs that focus on flaunting skills. How can there be any emotional communication and true feelings? Take Yang Yi's favorite folk songs as an example, and how much of them need to raise their heads and express their feelings with penetrating high notes?
"How do you broaden your range?" Yang Yi thought for a while and asked Murphy, "your voice is very good. Isn't it reported that your voice can span three octaves?"
"And you know that?" Murphy looked at Yang Yi in surprise.
In her songs, there are no high pitched songs that need her to burst out with so much energy. However, in one music program, she accepted the challenge arranged by the host, and she really performed a cross octave performance.
"But it's OK to tell you that I can sing three octaves, but this is from practice on the basis of a wide range of inborn voices." Murphy laughed. "My mother knew music very well, so when she was a child, she found that my voice was very good, so she asked me to do a lot of special exercises."
"Your voice is basically fixed now and it's hard to change it through practice." Murphy hesitated for a moment, or told Yang Yi this cruel fact.
After all, they are all men in their thirties
Yang Yi smiles bitterly.
Murphy comforted him: "but it doesn't matter. Singing a song well has nothing to do with the range of your voice, but with the quality of your voice. Yang Yi, your voice is very pleasant, bright and clear. If you sing the right song, it will have a good effect."
Yang Yi slightly frowned, he said: "I want to sing this song well, is there no other way besides changing a song?"
Do you want to live a life again, or can you only listen to your favorite songs? Yang Yi is not reconciled.
Murphy shook his head and said with a smile, "you have misunderstood me, and you have misunderstood your own ideas. Do you have to follow the original singer's singing method to sing a song well? Even in this small Southern Town, you can change your own singing style. You don't have to imitate Cao Fang. You can always sing a song of others to your own taste
Murphy felt that her words were not convincing. She picked up her guitar again, gently plucked the strings, and said, "I'll sing a piece. You can listen to it."
"The southern town is not glorious. Every time I come back here, I feel calm..." Murphy's ethereal voice rang out, but only for a moment, then stopped abruptly.
"This is the original version." Murphy stops and says to Yang Yi.
Then she played a short prelude and continued to hum.
"Why Yang Yi's ear is still very keen, he can hear, Murphy's rhythm suddenly become bright.
Although it was still the original voice, Yang Yi seemed to feel that if she closed her eyes and listened, she would feel that she was singing a girl who loved to laugh. Her singing was less sad and more lively. It would not be too sweet and greasy. It was just right. (Note 1)
but it's a pity that Murphy stops after singing for a while, and then she changes her singing method. However, the rhythm of this time is basically the same as that of the original version, but Murphy's voice is a little lower, a little hoarse, and a sense of vicissitudes is coming. (Note 2)
"how about? Is it possible to sing the same song with different singing methods Murphy said with a smile to Yang Yi."Well..." Yang Yi was eager to speak but stopped.
Murphy still saw it, and she said, "if you have any questions, say it! What are you sorry about? "
Yang Yi old face slightly red, he pointed to the guitar, said: "can you sing again, use your second singing method, I think it sounds good."
Murphy naturally met his request, and his slender fingers plucked the strings and sang in a brisk rhythm.
“…… I'm here alone singing this song, and people just smile, oh, smile... "
Yang Yi listened silently, and he could hear that Murphy played her talent wantonly and sang a playful flavor.
At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes, as if behind her in the sun shining canal, as if there were soft autumn waves in the flow.
Yang Yi also thought of a poem that was not a poem: "instant beauty eyes with flow ogling, with words and laughter without distinction." (Note 3)
probably, the woman in Tao Yuanming's works who was in harmony with his zither and zither was as intelligent and beautiful as Murphy?
Yang Yi also forgot to cover up her reverie in her heart. Murphy was looked at by his crazy eyes as Xiafei's cheeks, and even she sang out of tune, but she didn't pay attention to it, and Yang Yi didn't recognize it.
"Well, it's your turn to listen to me and help me see what needs to be improved!" After Murphy finished singing, in order to cover up his heart like a deer, he pretended to shake the stack of manuscripts in his hand and said.
She also wants to practice the songs that Muzi ang wrote for her! In my song the night before yesterday, Murphy unexpectedly got some good suggestions, so Murphy felt that Yang Yi still had his unique talent in music.
"No problem with that." Yang Yi astringed Qi Nian and said confidently.
(Note 1: if you want to feel the cheese, you can go to cloud music to search the southern town and listen to the version sung by a singer named "Shiyu". Note 2: listen to the version of Li mosquito repellent incense. Note 3: this "poem" comes from Tao Yuanming's "Leiqing Fu", which means "when you look at the beautiful eyes, sometimes smile and speak without dispersing the mind and spirit of playing music". It is said that this poem is written for Zhai's wife who was later married after his wife's death. Zhai's family is a virtuous woman and has the same interest as Tao Yuanming. He can be peaceful, his husband ploughs before his wife, and his wife hoes after. ")
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Another morning, Jiangcheng, a small town in the south, was slowly awakened in the warm song. "The Southern Town, the slow flowing City, every time I come back here, you are so quiet..." In Murphy's guitar accompaniment, Yang Yi is humming. Although she is tender, her voice is still slightly thick. This is the first time they get up in the morning to practice singing! Of course, how could Murphy get up earlier than Yang Yi? Yang Yidu went out in the dark of the night, ran, practiced and bought vegetables, and then woke her up from her bed. They closed the bedroom window and went to the balcony. Murphy's back was on the balcony railing. Yang Yi was standing against the wall. Looking at the sunrise through Murphy's hair, they all dyed her hair into gold. In the morning, she has to open her voice first. After some practice, Murphy asks Yang Yi to sing a song first. Yang Yi can't sing many songs in this world. He chose the southern town that Guo Ziyi performed for him. Surprisingly, Murphy liked the Jazz ballad and was familiar with it. So she grabbed the guitar and took the initiative to accompany Yang Yi. I'm here alone singing this song, you won't know, oh yes Yang Yi finally finished singing. He was still a little intoxicated. He always thought it was good to sing to himself However, Murphy shook his head, mercilessly hit: "Yang Yi, your voice is not suitable for singing this kind of song." "Ah?" Yang Yi is silly. "Your voice belongs to that kind of tenor. If you sing a high pitched song, you may be able to control it more easily, but" Southern town "can't do it. When your voice sinks down, it looks very heavy and can't sing the freshness that folk songs should have." Murphy explained patiently. Yang Yi knows that her body, when she was in the army before, was the most sonorous. But Yang Yi doesn't like to sing high pitched songs. There are many high pitched songs that focus on flaunting skills. How can there be any emotional communication and true feelings? Take Yang Yi's favorite folk songs as an example, and how much of them need to raise their heads and express their feelings with penetrating high notes? "How do you broaden your range?" Yang Yi thought for a while and asked Murphy, "your voice is very good. Isn't it reported that your voice can span three octaves?" "And you know that?" Murphy looked at Yang Yi in surprise. In her songs, there are no high pitched songs that need her to burst out with so much energy. However, in one music program, she accepted the challenge arranged by the host, and she really performed a cross octave performance. "But it's OK to tell you that I can sing three octaves, but this is from practice on the basis of a wide range of inborn voices." Murphy laughed. "My mother knew music very well, so when she was a child, she found that my voice was very good, so she asked me to do a lot of special exercises." "Your voice is basically fixed now and it's hard to change it through practice." Murphy hesitated for a moment, or told Yang Yi this cruel fact. After all, they are all men in their thirties Yang Yi smiles bitterly. Murphy comforted him: "but it doesn't matter. Singing a song well has nothing to do with the range of your voice, but with the quality of your voice. Yang Yi, your voice is very pleasant, bright and clear. If you sing the right song, it will have a good effect." Yang Yi slightly frowned, he said: "I want to sing this song well, is there no other way besides changing a song?" Do you want to live a life again, or can you only listen to your favorite songs? Yang Yi is not reconciled. Murphy shook his head and said with a smile, "you have misunderstood me, and you have misunderstood your own ideas. Do you have to follow the original singer's singing method to sing a song well? Even in this small Southern Town, you can change your own singing style. You don't have to imitate Cao Fang. You can always sing a song of others to your own taste Murphy felt that her words were not convincing. She picked up her guitar again, gently plucked the strings, and said, "I'll sing a piece. You can listen to it." "The southern town is not glorious. Every time I come back here, I feel calm..." Murphy's ethereal voice rang out, but only for a moment, then stopped abruptly. "This is the original version." Murphy stops and says to Yang Yi. Then she played a short prelude and continued to hum. "Why Yang Yi's ear is still very keen, he can hear, Murphy's rhythm suddenly become bright. Although it was still the original voice, Yang Yi seemed to feel that if she closed her eyes and listened, she would feel that she was singing a girl who loved to laugh. Her singing was less sad and more lively. It would not be too sweet and greasy. It was just right. Note 1 but it's a pity that Murphy stops after singing for a while, and then she changes her singing method. However, the rhythm of this time is basically the same as that of the original version, but Murphy's voice is a little lower, a little hoarse, and a sense of vicissitudes is coming. Note 2 "how about? Is it possible to sing the same song with different singing methods Murphy said with a smile to Yang Yi."Well..." Yang Yi was eager to speak but stopped. Murphy still saw it, and she said, "if you have any questions, say it! What are you sorry about? " Yang Yi old face slightly red, he pointed to the guitar, said: "can you sing again, use your second singing method, I think it sounds good." Murphy naturally met his request, and his slender fingers plucked the strings and sang in a brisk rhythm. I'm here alone singing this song, and people just smile, oh, smile... " Yang Yi listened silently, and he could hear that Murphy played her talent wantonly and sang a playful flavor. At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes, as if behind her in the sun shining canal, as if there were soft autumn waves in the flow. Yang Yi also thought of a poem that was not a poem: "instant beauty eyes with flow ogling, with words and laughter without distinction." Note 3 probably, the woman in Tao Yuanming's works who was in harmony with his zither and zither was as intelligent and beautiful as Murphy? Yang Yi also forgot to cover up her reverie in her heart. Murphy was looked at by his crazy eyes as Xiafei's cheeks, and even she sang out of tune, but she didn't pay attention to it, and Yang Yi didn't recognize it. "Well, it's your turn to listen to me and help me see what needs to be improved!" After Murphy finished singing, in order to cover up his heart like a deer, he pretended to shake the stack of manuscripts in his hand and said. She also wants to practice the songs that Muzi ang wrote for her! In my song the night before yesterday, Murphy unexpectedly got some good suggestions, so Murphy felt that Yang Yi still had his unique talent in music. "No problem with that." Yang Yi astringed Qi Nian and said confidently. Note 1: if you want to feel the cheese, you can go to cloud music to search the southern town and listen to the version sung by a singer named "Shiyu". Note 2: listen to the version of Li mosquito repellent incense. Note 3: this "poem" comes from Tao Yuanming's "Leiqing Fu", which means "when you look at the beautiful eyes, sometimes smile and speak without dispersing the mind and spirit of playing music". It is said that this poem is written for Zhai's wife who was later married after his wife's death. Zhai's family is a virtuous woman and has the same interest as Tao Yuanming. He can be peaceful, his husband ploughs before his wife, and his wife hoes after. " www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
