House Dad’s Literary Life

Another morning, Jiangcheng, a small southern city, was slowly awakened in the warm voice.

“South Town is a slow-flowing city. Every time I come back here, you are so quiet…” In the guitar accompaniment of Mo Fei, Yang Yi is singing, despite the warmth, but the sound is still slightly thick.

This time they got up and practiced the song for the first time! Of course, how could Mo Fei be earlier than Yang Yi? Yang Yi went out when the night was still strong. After running, practicing, and buying food, she would wake up from bed.

I didn’t go anywhere, closed the bedroom window, the two came to the big balcony, Mo Fei leaned back on the balcony of the balcony, Yang Yi stood against the wall, watching the sunlight through the Mo Fei’s hair, all will be blown by the wind The hair that got up was dyed in gold.

In the morning, you must first open the sputum. After some practice, Mo Fei will want Yang Yi to sing a song first. The song of this world, Yang Yi will not sing very much, he picked the «South Town» that Guo Ziyi had performed for him before.

Surprisingly, Mo Fei liked this jazz ballad and was very familiar with the song. So she grabbed the guitar and actively accompanies Yang Yi.

“…I am here to sing this song alone, you won’t know it.” Yang Yi finally finished singing, he is still a little intoxicated, and he always feels good when he sings to himself…

However, Mo Fei shook his head and ruthlessly attacked the road: “Yang Yi, your voice is not suitable for singing this song.”

“Ah?” Yang Yi is dumbfounded.

“Your voice belongs to the tenor. If you sing a high-pitched song, you may be able to control it relatively easily, but «South Town» can’t, your voice is low, it looks very heavy, you can’t sing the folk songs. Refreshing,” Mo Fei explained patiently.

Yang Yi This is to know that this body, when used to be in the army, is the most brilliant.

But Yang Yi doesn’t like to sing high-pitched songs. There are a lot of high-pitched songs that are mainly based on glare. What kind of emotional communication and true feelings are there? Take Yang Yi’s favorite folk songs, how much do you need to look up and lyrical with a highly penetrating treble?

“How do you broaden your range?” Yang Yi thought about it and asked Mo Fei. “Your voice is good. Isn’t there a report that your voice can cross 3 points of octave? ”

“Do you still know this?” Mo Fei looked at Yang Yi with some surprise.

In her song, there is no high-pitched song that requires her to explode so much energy, but once there was a music show, she accepted the challenge of the host arrangement, and really came to the scene to cross the octaves.

“But it’s fine to tell you, I can really sing 3 points of octave, but this is based on a wide range of congenital sounds, from practice.” Mo Fei laughed. “My mother knows music very well, so when she was young, she found out. My nephew is so good that I have done a lot of special exercises.”

“Your nephew is basically shaped now, it is difficult to change through practice.” Mo Fei hesitated, still telling Yang Yi this cruel fact.

After all, they are all older men in their thirties…

Yang Yi smiled bitterly.

Mo Fei comforted him: “But it doesn’t matter, sing a song, it doesn’t have much to do with the breadth of your range, but about the quality of your voice. Yang Yi, your voice is very nice to hear, bright and transparent. If you sing the right song, it will have a good effect.”

Yang Yi frowned slightly. He said, “I want to sing this song. Is there any other way besides changing a song?”

Do you still have to listen to your favorite songs when you come back to the world? Yang Yi is not reconciled.

Mo Fei shook his head and smiled. “You misunderstood what I meant, and your own ideas are also misunderstood. If you sing a song, must you follow the original singer’s singing method? Even this South Town, you You can also change the singing method that you can control yourself. You don’t have to deliberately imitate Cao Fang. You can always sing a song of others with your own taste!”

Mo Fei felt that she was not convincing. She picked up the guitar and gently plucked the strings and said, “I will sing a piece, you will listen.”

“South Town, there is no radiance, every time I come back here, I feel calm…” Mo Fei’s ethereal voice sounded, but it was only a paragraph, and it stopped.

“This is the original version.” Mo Fei stopped and said to Yang Yi.

Then she played a small prelude and continued to sing.

“Hey!” Yang Yi’s ear is still very sharp, he can hear, Mo Fei’s rhythm suddenly becomes brighter.

Although it is still the original sound, Yang Yi seems to feel that if she closes her eyes and listens, she will feel that she is singing a girl who loves to laugh and laugh. The song is less sad, and more lively, not too sweet, just right. (Note 1)

But unfortunately, Mo Fei also sang for a while and then stopped. She then changed to a singing method, but this rhythm basically has nothing to do with the original version, but Mo Fei’s voice is low, slightly hoarse, vicissitudes Blowing in the face. (Note 2)

“How? Is it the same song that can sing different feelings with different singing methods?” Mo Fei smiled and said to Yang Yi.

“Well…” Yang Yi wants to stop.

Mo Fei still saw it, she said: “Is there any doubt, you say it! What are you embarrassed?”

Yang Yi’s old face was reddish. He pointed to the guitar and said, “Can you sing again, use your second singing method, I feel quite nice to hear.”

Mo Fei naturally met his requirements, the slender fingers plucked the strings, and the rhythm sang briskly.

“…I am here alone singing this song, people just smile, oh, smile…”

Yang Yi listened in silence, he could hear, the second “smile” there, Mo Fei played her talents slyly and sang a playful taste.

At the same time, he saw Mo Fei’s smiling eyes, like the canal under her sunlight, as if there was a soft autumn wave.

Yang Yi thinks of a poem that is not a poem: “The moment of beauty is flowing, with no words.” (Note 3)

Probably, the woman who was mingling with him in Tao Yuanming’s pen, also has the intellectuality and beauty of Mo Fei?

In the heart, Yang Yi also forgot to cover up. Mo Fei was seen by his crazy eyes as Xiafei’s cheeks, and even sang in the back, but she did not pay attention, and Yang Yi did not hear it.

“Well, it’s your turn to listen to me and help me see where else to improve!” Mo Fei sang, in order to cover up the heart of the deer, pretending to shake his hand Stacked the manuscript, said.

She also wants to practice the song that Mu Li’ang wrote to her! Mo Fei sang «You Exist in My Song» the night before, and Mo Fei unexpectedly harvested some good suggestions, so Mo Fei felt that Yang Yi still had his unique talent in music.

“This is no problem.” Yang Yi convinced the mourning and said with confidence.

(Note 1: If you want to feel the package, you can go to Cloud Music to search South Town and listen to a version of the singer called “Poetry”. Note 2: Let’s listen to the version of Li Mosquito. Note 3: This sentence “Poetry” From Tao Yuanming’s “Luxury Fu”, which means “the eyes of the Mid-Autumn wave flowing in the eyes of Gu Pan, sometimes smiling and not distracting the heart of the music”, there is a saying that this is written for his follow-up wife who died. It is a good woman, and Tao Yuanming is also “the same interest, can be hard, the husband is ploughed in front, and the wife is married.”)