Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Five: Dongfeng Broken (Part 2)
Yu Wenwen chose Zeng Yike as her opponent, leaving Wang Yuan to face the only Wang Sulong in the upper zone alone.
Wang Sulong thought he would have a showdown with Fang Jing in this issue, but he didn't expect Wang Yuan to be on the receiving end. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and at the same time a little happy in his heart.
If he encountered a favorable situation, he was not sure he could win.
"I'll go first." Fang Jing put down the mineral water in his hand and stood up.
He was pressed for time and had to go back as soon as possible after recording the show. The crew was still waiting for him tomorrow.
Opening the door and striding onto the stage, Fang Jing was still empty-handed and didn't hold the guitar he was good at. But the more he didn't hold the guitar, the more worried the others were.
This guy's ancient style is so strong that he hides it deeply.
It is said that it is not a good thing for men to hide their secrets.
"Thank you." After bowing, Fang Jing nodded in the direction of the sound engineer. A few seconds later, a faint piano sound came out. The melody was sad but not sad, and it could be heard that it was still an ancient style.
On the big screen on the back, the three black characters Dongfeng Po are elegantly outlined with a brush, and the background picture is a large green bamboo forest.
"A lamp of separation and sorrow stands alone at the window."
"I'm pretending behind the door that you haven't left yet"
"The old place is more lonely than revisiting the full moon"
"The candlelight that wakes me up in the middle of the night cannot bear to criticize me harshly"
Fang Jing's deep voice blew like a spring breeze, and the background instruments began to increase, including drums, orchestral music...the tone became higher and higher, and the overall melody was fierce and intense.
Backstage, Wang Sulong smiled helplessly. This time he lost again. You can tell whether a song is good or not just by listening to the intro.
He has studied Fang Jing's songs, and the lyrics and music are all top-notch. No matter how ordinary words are paired with his melody, they will be very beautiful, and have another effect that is beyond imagination.
There is a saying in the industry that it takes one year to write lyrics and ten years to write music. Composing music is more difficult than writing lyrics. Lyrics are very simple. As long as they rhyme, you can write whatever you want. Even if the content is nonsense, it is still called lyrics.
Find a junior high school student to train for a month, and he can start writing lyrics, although his level is unbearable.
But composing is not that simple. First of all, you need to be proficient in music theory, and then inspiration is very important. Sometimes a good song often comes from that flash of inspiration.
But this thing is invisible and intangible, and it requires talent. Some people can pinch it easily, while others can scratch their scalps without saying a word.
"Who is playing the song Dongfeng Po on the pipa?"
"Maple Leaf dyes the story and I can see through the ending."
""I will lead you through the ancient road outside the fence."
"The years of smoke and grass"
"Even breaking up is very silent"
While everyone was still immersed in the melody and lyrics, Fang Jing had already finished singing the chorus and was done with the second verse.
"Brother Dog, you are under a lot of pressure." In the lower area, Chen Yihan covered his mouth and snickered.
Fang Jing is really too strong. Gods can kill gods, and Buddhas can kill Buddhas. When it comes to masterpieces, others only have one or two, but he has a basket full of them. If it weren't for his young age, he might have been crowned king.
"It's okay, the important thing is to participate." Hot Dog smiled freely and said nonchalantly: "I came here mainly to break through myself. Winning or losing is not important to me."
"And I haven't sung it yet. Who knows what the final ending will be?"
After thinking about it, Hot Dog said: "You should care about yourself now. If I lose and fall into the elimination area, I can at least sing for one more episode. If you lose, it will be gone."
"This is the fourth period. I am very satisfied to be able to sing for four periods. It doesn't matter if I lose."
Looking at the hot dog with twinkling eyes, Chen Yihan didn't say anything. There were only five episodes of this show in the first half of the season, which meant that even if the hot dog stayed, he would have to leave in the next episode.
In the end, the program will select the top three singers to participate in the two-season PK finals at the end of the year. Obviously, he did not get the chance.
Hot Dog is saving people, the brokerage company is weak here, and there are many things that he doesn't know at all.
And the reason why she knew it was naturally because the agency behind her told her. Not only her, but also people like Yu Wenwen, Wang Sulong, Liang Bo, and Wang Yuan probably all had gossip.
Not to mention Fang Jing, he probably already knew that he was an investor.
The only two people who didn't know were Hot Dog and Zeng Yike, and they were still waiting stupidly for the fifth, sixth, and seventh issues.
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"Teacher Fang, that's amazing." When Fang Jing came back, Yu Wenwen smiled happily, as if she was the one singing above.
Wang Yuan chuckled and said: "Brother Fang Jing, you are indeed my idol. I hope I can sing on the same stage with you if I have the opportunity in the future."
"The days are long and there will be opportunities. You are also very good. Come on."
After packing his things, Fang Jing went to the interview room to accept the interview. It had to be broadcast when it was broadcast, otherwise the program team would not have enough time.
The reason for conducting the interview in advance was to save him time, as he had to rush back to the crew. As for the counterattack of hot dogs, he was not considered.
The peaked cap, hooded sweatshirt, sunglasses, big gold chain, hip-hop pants, and hot dog have remained the same style for decades, and they swayed on stage to a cool melody.
If Fang Jing's style is quiet, then the hot dog is dynamic. A series of raps are very exciting, and the colorful lights give it a disco feel. Some young people in the market love this style.
Unfortunately, the more than 100 public judges present were not all young people, but all were old, middle-aged and young.
"Here, this is hip-hop style? I really can't appreciate it. I can't hear anything clearly. Can this kind of song move people?"
"Uncle, the road is invisible. As long as you can feel his emotions, are the lyrics important?"
"Really? Tell me what emotion this song has and what story it sings."
"Um, this song... is bad, you don't care what mood it is, just get high and that's it. Anyway, I like this style very much. The feeling and scenery are different."
"Child, are you kidding me?" On the side, an aunt couldn't bear to listen and said with disdain: "It's dancing like a pig pen, and the singing is messy and hard to hear."
The young man's face turned red, "That's hip-hop, not a pig pen. It's a culture."
"Pull it down. It's rolling around on the ground. This is a pig pen. Your pants are not easy to wear. You have to roll them up. Do you want to go to the fields?"
"Your generation has very problematic thinking." An uncle in his fifties joined the fight.
You said something to me, and spittle fell like raindrops. The young man covered his face, feeling aggrieved. I just explained this sentence, is that all?
A few minutes later, the voting results were calculated and Fang Jing had 90 votes, far ahead of Hot Dog, and Hot Dog entered the elimination zone.
In the second game, Liang Bo played against Chen Yihan. Chen Yihan lost and was eliminated.
In the third game, Yu Wenwen fought Zeng Yike, but Zeng Yike lost and was eliminated.
In this period, three people in the lower zone were completely defeated, and none of them succeeded. Only Wang Yuan was left in the middle zone, and his opponent was Wang Sulong. There was no suspense. Wang Yuan lost and fell to the lower zone, becoming a close friend with Hot Dog.
However, he is not depressed. After all, the show only has five episodes, and he can sing one more time, which can be considered a perfect completion.
When Chen Yihan went to be interviewed, Fang Jing just came out after the interview and stood at the door. Chen Yihan nodded and smiled.
"Did you lose?" Fang Jing asked.
"Um."
"It's already great to have come this far, come on."
"Thank you for your encouragement."
"I'm in a hurry and can't attend your dinner. I'm sorry. I'll treat you to dinner next time I have the chance."
The shoulder bag and baseball cap were gone, and Fang Jing was gone. His back was stretched out by the light, and the words "I am a singer-songwriter" were heavily pressed on the wall.