Chapter 255 High, Low and Curved (1/3 Ask for a Monthly Pass)
“I have fallen down in these twists and turns,
I suddenly realized that being happy and simple is great..."
As soon as the Cantonese lyrics of the chorus come out, the auditory enjoyment brought by the rich refrains is indescribable.
Ren Xingchen's eyes widened in surprise.
So interesting!
Although she couldn't tell what was interesting about it, she felt it would be interesting to sing.
Not only the repeated words, Yang Qian's switching between Cantonese and Mandarin also made Ren Xingchen find it very interesting.
Isn't this more magical and more brainwashing than those Internet divine songs?
"Looking back again, it suddenly seemed like a dream,
Looking back again, my heart is still the same,
Only the endless long road is with me..."
Ren Xingchen also liked this section very much. The two consecutive accents of "looking back" and "my heart is still" portrayed to her the infatuated and tender side of a man.
However, she couldn't understand why the little brother opposite, who looked very young, sang so sadly.
When you were in your twenties, you began to sigh, "Only the endless long road is with me"?
How wonderful life is...
Of course, Ren Xingchen didn't know that she couldn't understand the affection of this song because she was too young.
She is only fourteen or five years old, not even in her flowering years, but at most in her prime years.
Moreover, she lives a prosperous and carefree life, so why does she need to be sad and troubled?
She just listened to the little brother opposite singing with admiration. She didn't see that her grandfather and several old gentlemen present were already fascinated and intoxicated.
Especially Chen Xiangfu, I don't know if the lyrics of this song gave him some sighs. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with his wrinkled hands, hoping to prevent himself from crying.
Poets are emotional after all...
"With love, I believe there is a way out
With love, feelings never grow old..."
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Finally, Yang Qian finished singing the repeated part.
Chen Maochun was the first to applaud, and the others couldn't help but also applauded together, giving Yang Qian's "one" song praise and recognition.
"Xiao Yang's song is actually two songs, right? Just now your master said that the one you gave him at first was called "Looking Back Again"? The Mandarin version of the lyrics?"
Chen Maochun asked impatiently.
"Well, yes, there is also a Cantonese version of the lyrics called "With Love". What I sang just now is actually a new version that combines the two versions."
Yang Qian stood up with his guitar in his arms and thanked him. He just sat down and before he could put the guitar away, he nodded in response.
"We should consider changing the song title "With Love". It doesn't feel as smooth as "Looking Back Again"."
Tang Deyi suggested.
But before Yang Qian could respond, Tang Deyi's suggestion was quickly rejected by others.
The reason is very simple. "With love" and "Looking back again" are both lyrics in similar positions in the two songs. If it wasn't called "With love", could it be called "Traveled all over" or "Tired"?
Ren Xingchen stopped using his chopsticks and listened curiously to their grandfather's argument.
What to use as a song title is not an interesting topic for Ren Xingchen. She is mainly listening, and then confirms her guess from these arguments.
This song was really written by this little brother!
This is amazing!
Ren Xingchen didn't know the other old gentlemen here, nor did she know that they were all well-known songwriters in the past. She just knew that there were several brothers in her family's company who could write songs.
But the songs they wrote, Ren Xingchen frankly said, were not good to listen to!
She is used to seeing handsome guys, but she is not as brainless as those little girls on the Internet. When she listens to the songs they write, whether they are rap songs or serious pop songs, she feels they are very ordinary.
The dance they dance is not as good as it is!
Therefore, whenever Ren Xingchen went to his mother's company, he would practice dancing with them.
But today was the first time she saw a little brother who sang so well and wrote so well!
Compared with him, those internet celebrity brothers in my family are really far behind...
The debate about the title did not last long, and soon Tang Deyi and others jumped over and started to appreciate the lyrics.
The lyrics of this song are appreciated by everyone.
Especially Xu Weirong, he made a big deal about Yang Qian's Cantonese lyrics, and he seemed to be very impressed.
"What I like most is the part about highs and lows..."
“I have fallen through the highs and lows, the twists and turns,
I suddenly felt happy, simplicity is so good..."
Yang Qian gave him the complete supplement.
"Yes, especially "High High Low Low" and "Wandering and Winding", they are so artistic when sung in Cantonese. Did you hear it just now? Xiao Yang directly used the ups and downs of his voice to describe this to you.
The feeling of high and low bends?"
Xu Weirong gave a thumbs up as he spoke.
Ren Xingchen listened and couldn't help but blink his big eyes, as if he wanted to get to know this old man with black-rimmed glasses and greasy hair again.
In the past, she always felt that these old grandfathers were a bit like chicken blood. They would scream from time to time, but they were not as strong as a child like herself. No, they were not as stable as a junior high school student like herself.
Now, listening to Xu Weirong's analysis, Ren Xingchen felt like he was enlightened and suddenly understood why he thought it sounded good just now.
Only then did I start to look at these grandpas squarely.
It seems that the little brother just called them teacher. Are they also very powerful?
Of course, this is not difficult to imagine. Ren Xingchen knew his grandfather's identity and knew that the friends he made must not be simple. It was just that these grandfathers were more excited than himself just now, which Ren Xingchen couldn't understand.
Not only did he appreciate the lyrics, Chen Maochun also discussed the music scores of these two songs with Yang Qian.
However, Ren Xingchen couldn't understand it now.
But it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, just like some masters on the short video platform explain string theory, Feynman diagrams, metrics, and Einstein’s field equations. No one understands it, but it doesn’t stop everyone from liking, following, and commenting...
As the saying goes, "But I have no culture, so I can only travel around the world by doing bad things."
At this time, Ren Xingchen looked at the little brother who was having a heated discussion with the old gentleman, and there was only one emotion left in his heart - "Niubi!"
Tang Deyi originally didn't pay attention to his granddaughter, but then his daughter Tang Xinjing sent a WeChat message asking if Ren Xingchen had sent a guitar? Why didn't he come back for so long, and she didn't answer the WeChat message.
Ren Xingchen had his cell phone in his pocket at the moment and had no idea that his mother had sent her many WeChat messages.
Tang Deyi turned to look at his granddaughter and saw that she had put down her chopsticks and hadn't eaten anything at all. She was looking at Yang Qian with all her attention. He couldn't help but frown.
"Chenchen, are you full? Go back when you are full. Mom sent you a WeChat message and said she would take you home."
Tang Deyi came over and started talking to his granddaughter.
Tang Xinjing didn't say she wanted to go home. The latter part was added by Tang Deyi himself.
"Going home? Why is she so fast today? I also said I would listen to the song again and take the guitar back later."
Ren Xingchen stood up reluctantly.
"I'll get the guitar later, so hurry back. You're already in the third year of junior high school, and the high school entrance exam is about to take place. Don't let your homework fall behind!"
Tang Deyi urged.
Ren Xingchen had no choice but to say goodbye to his grandfather, the other grandfathers in the box, and the little brother who sang so well, and left the Guangdong Province Restaurant.
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"Where have you been? Why did you take so long to come back after giving me a guitar?"
Ren Xingchen's mother, Tang Xinjing, is a tall but slightly fat middle-aged woman who looks a bit like a northerner.
In fact, their family does have northern ancestry. Tang Deyi's wife is from the Northeast. Tang Deyi studied music in the capital and worked in the north for many years before returning to Guangdong Province.
"Mom, let me tell you, I found a very powerful talent for you! A very powerful singer who can be a star!"
Ren Xingchen did not answer his mother's words. As soon as he came up, he jumped to his mother's desk, hugged his mother's neck, and talked excitedly.
She felt like a talent scout who finally found a good talent and wanted to take credit from her mother.