Ten minutes later, Su Yi drove and pulled Ding Jianguo out of the villa.
He drives Ding's father's stretched Lincoln.
As soon as the car drove out of the villa, Ding Jianguo held his stomach and laughed in an unladylike manner.
"Hahaha... I was suffocated just now, haha..."
She laughed so hard that tears came down her face.
Su Yi couldn't help but laugh.
"You are unreasonable, Jianguo. Seeing me being scolded below, you have been hiding above to watch the joke, and you have not come down to explain to me."
"Hahaha..."
Ding Jianguo couldn't stop laughing.
"You are so mean. The way you call me dad will definitely give my dad nightmares." She said with a smile while wiping her tears.
Su Yi deliberately snorted and said: "Tell dad, if you don't give me 100 million, I won't think of changing my name to uncle again! He forced me to do so."
"Hahaha..."
Ding Jianguo couldn't stop laughing again.
When they were approaching the Prince of Rock garage, Su Yi said seriously: "Stop making trouble and be more serious. Yesterday we were just getting familiar with each other. Today we are going to officially rehearse. Jianguo, do you have any ideas?"
Ding Jianguo laughed hard just now. Now his cheeks are flushed and his hair is slightly messy, just like that.
"I have no idea," Ding Jianguo said, "Why, do you have any?"
"I guess I will choose an original song and rehearse it today." Su Yi said, "Have you ever written a song before?"
Ding Jianguo said: "I've written it, but it's not mature yet. Forget it. I won't show it out and make people laugh."
Su Yi turned back to look at her: "You are not such an unconfident person, Jianguo."
"Please, everyone has their shortcomings, okay?" Ding Jianguo curled his lips, "I'm not blindly confident in everything."
"Take it out and try it." Su Yi smiled, "If you are willing to take it out, I will also take it out."
"Did you write it?"
"No, he's a friend of mine." Su Yi smiled.
"Isn't this something that the manager should worry about?" Ding Jianguo asked curiously, "Even if we don't come up with a song, he still has to find one for us. If it doesn't work then we'll talk about it."
"I just don't want to use his songs." Su Yi made it clear.
"Why?" Ding Jianguo asked.
"Don't deal with him." Su Yi said, "Stop asking, just tell me if it's okay!"
Ding Jianguo rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I'd like to see what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd."
Su Yi and Ding Jianguo came together again, which seemed to confirm Su Yi's suspicion of being a softie, which made Cheng Gong's look at him even more complicated.
The other three friends, on the other hand, had no reaction.
Soon, everyone gathered together and Cheng Gong made the opening remarks.
"Our band is about to usher in a series of performances that I have carefully planned." He looked around and said, "So we have to rehearse a song of our own."
Ding Jianguo glanced at Su Yi in surprise, his eyes seemed to be able to speak: "You were really right!"
Su Yi glanced back: "Don't do it six times."
Ding Jianguo rolled his eyes.
"Next, I would like to invite everyone to enjoy Hu Liang's original song." Cheng Gong noticed that Su Yi and Ding Jianguo were flirting with each other and felt uncomfortable.
Ding Jianguo winked at Su Yi again: "I already have a song. Is it a miscalculation?"
Su Yi replied: "Don't worry."
"Ahem! Listen carefully and concentrate!" Cheng Gong couldn't help but said.
The two looked at each other, curled their lips, and focused their attention on Hu Liang.
Hu Liang held the guitar in his arms and looked proud as if he was about to present a treasure: "I'll give this song to everyone. Wow!"
He shouted in an exaggerated way.
Cheng Gong applauded in cooperation, while the others remained expressionless and showed no respect at all.
Hu Liang was bored, cleared his throat, strummed the strings, and started singing.
"I can't remember where you come from..."
As soon as Hu Liang sang the first line, Ding Jianguo and Cheng Gong frowned.
As for other people, their eyes lit up at the same time.
My eyes lit up because Hu Liang always spoke loudly, but when he sang, he not only didn't talk loudly, but also had a very clear tone. He has a rare good voice.
The two frowned because Hu Liang's song was written by someone from Yeluzi. It is on the same level as an Internet song. Unless you spend a lot of money on marketing, there is basically no possibility of it becoming popular.
Anyone who has studied composition basically has the ear to tell whether a song is the work of a professional or the expression of an amateur.
The reason is very simple. When professional composers compose music, they know very well how to use each harmony, how to combine it, and what emotions to express, so their music is very rich.
When non-professional fans write songs, they will only decide the harmony process based on the perceptual perception of whether it sounds good or not. However, with the development of the entertainment industry, many songs written by non-professionals often sound good to you because of this.
The harmony process has been written into countless songs. You feel familiar with it, so you think it sounds good.
As soon as Hu Liang's first line comes out, it gives people a sense of familiarity. You can hum the next line along with him without looking at the score.
This is just like professional scientists looking at civil science. Civil science more or less knows some basic knowledge, but most of the works they publish may be wrong, or have been studied clearly hundreds of years ago.<
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Just because music is entertainment, and everyone has a tolerance for music that "fun is the most important thing", many songs written by people who don't know how to compose can still be popular all over the country, and some even composers who are obviously capable and good deliberately write songs
The purpose of reaching the level of "civilian science" is to achieve success through secular scholarship.
Cheng Gong and Ding Jianguo are both professional musicians, so they naturally have the ear to hear it.
Qiao Meixi is still young, and Su Yi is just a newbie. As for Yang Shuangshu, the old man has been playing music all his life, but he is a wild man.
Therefore, the old man is just like a layman. For him, there are only two kinds of music - good-sounding and awesome, and bad-sounding and not-so-good.
"Forget why, and exist..."
Sure enough, when Hu Liang sang the second line, Ding Jianguo was basically not interested in listening anymore.
Others listened with rapt attention, and even Cheng Gong frowned.
The reason why Cheng Gong is like this is because his pursuit of music is not strong, so his bottom line tolerance is very low.
He planned to continue listening to see if there was any need for this saliva song to work.
But what I didn't expect was that Hu Liang stopped singing after singing these two lines.
"Go on!" Cheng Gong looked at him strangely.
"No more!" Hu Liang said confidently.
"No, it's just two lines for a song?" Cheng Gong was dumbfounded.
"How can that be possible?" Hu Liang looked at him as if he were a fool, "I just wrote a few sentences."
"No, I told you to write a song quickly while we were still in Kyoto, and you only wrote two sentences in a week?" Cheng Gong's eyes widened.
"Is it faster or slower?" Hu Liang asked confusedly.
Everyone rolled their eyes.
"How many nursing homes did I blow up in my last life before I met a thing like yours!" Cheng Gong scolded angrily.
