As he drank, he got an idea and his eyes began to shine.
"Brother Tang, we are so close to each other. Although I have not been in the circle for so long, I still want to write songs occasionally. You wait, I will get something."
After saying that, Chen Qingzhi staggered into the kitchen again.
When Bai Li saw it, she said excitedly: "Junior brother, you are lucky now."
Tang Xiaobao was a little confused: "What do you mean?"
"Don't you see? He wants to give you a song."
"Oh, isn't it just to send songs?" Tang Xiaobao was still puzzled.
He really didn't think it was anything.
Although he currently has a transcendent status in the music industry, in fact, he does not regard himself as an insider, nor does he think he is as awesome as me.
Regarding the music world, he at most knows that he has innate talent, so it is extremely easy to sing any song, but the importance he attaches to a work is far less than that of other singers.
Bai Li was a little depressed, she simply hated the iron.
You don’t regard bean buns as solid food?
“Do you know how many people begged him to write songs?”
"Do you know how many people he has made famous?"
"Do you know how many of his works were nominated for and won Golden Melody Awards?"
"Do you know how powerful he is?"
Bai Li asked a lot of questions at once.
That look in his eyes made Tang Xiaobao scared.
"Oh, I understand. He is very awesome. His works must be very awesome. I'm a little excited."
Tang Xiaobao had no choice but to make an excited expression.
However, this was really too fake.
Bai Li noticed it anyway.
"Can you just stop pretending?"
Bai Li glared at him: "You can't be polite to him later, you must get the song."
Tang Xiaobao smiled coquettishly: "Okay, I will listen to senior sister."
"Hey, when did you become so obedient?"
"I always listen to my senior sister's words."
Bai Li wanted to talk, but Chen Qingzhi was back.
Sure enough, he had a few pages in his hand.
"This is a song I wrote. I wrote it after I had a car accident. I never took it out, and I couldn't bear to give it away. Today, the friendship between us brothers has not been revealed. This song belongs to you."
Tang Xiaobao took it.
"Xia Ke Xing"
The song title is very good.
"You watch it first, then you play the drums and I sing it once. I hope you can sing the taste of this song. This is my years of hard work, so I can't let it ruin it. If you can't sing it,
Just find a singer suitable for this kind of voice to sing, it will be a meeting gift between us brothers."
Tang Xiaobao chuckled.
He continued to read the music score.
This song does not have many words, but it is full of a heroic and sad flavor.
After reading it only once, and only reading the lyrics, Tang Xiaobao felt as if he was by the Yellow River, or in the desert, with a long sword on his back...
"very nice!"
He raised his head and glanced at Chen Qingzhi, feeling a little moved: "I'll look at it again."
Bai Li on the other side was a little curious and wanted to see it, but was too embarrassed to come close, so she had to be patient and be an audience.
But she was really itchy.
For a singer, the allure of a good piece of music to her is absolutely extraordinary.
After a while, Tang Xiaobao put down the score, closed his eyes, thought about it for a moment, and said another sentence.
"This song is really good, Brother Chen. Thank you. I really like this gift. I will sing this song."
"Is your voice suitable?" Chen Qingzhi was a little doubtful.
Tang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Let's try it once. If you don't think it's good, we can choose a singer to sing together."
"Okay, I'll sing it first, and you can play the drums for me."
Chen Qingzhi said.
He wanted to teach Tang Xiaobao.
He has such qualifications.
Tang Xiaobao thought to himself that there was no need to teach him, but he couldn't refuse people's kindness.
Dong dong dong dong...
The sound of the drums sounded, reaching straight into the heart and lungs.
Chen Qingzhi stood up and closed his eyes.
As the prelude progressed, he suddenly opened his eyes and sang:
There are mountains in front and the Yellow River behind
The cold north wind blows towards me
Can't go forward, can't go backward
Let the cold wind blow through your heart
Let the cold wind blow through your heart
Who once held whose hand
Who once shed tears for whom
Helpless hands pick up a bowl of wine
Let the liquor pour over your heart
Let the liquor pour over your heart
The gusts of wind smile and watch the yellow sand go away
Xiaoyao roars and fills his mouth with yellow sand
Picking up a bowl of wine empty-eyed
Piao Piao Youyou never looks back
Picking up a bowl of wine empty-eyed
Piao Piao Youyou never looks back
…
You can't hear Chen Qingzhi when he speaks, but when he sings, his voice is particularly hoarse and vicissitudes of life, as if he has been polished and tortured by life.
In fact, the fact that he has such a voice is inseparable from his long-term habit of smoking and drinking, and it is indeed because life has given him too many hardships.
Before he entered this circle, he had been a street singer for many years. During the most difficult times, he really relied on drinking tap water to survive.
And his hometown lives on the bank of the Yellow River. This song was written about his feelings when he was helpless by the Yellow River.
Tang Xiaobao's face was a little red, not because he was tired, but because he was excited.
He felt that Chen Qingzhi sang this song really well.
Although Chen Qingzhi's voice condition is not very good, and the sound is broken in several places, this song is really suitable for him, and the deepest content of this song was also sung by him.
"Okay, you sang really well!"
Tang Xiaobao said excitedly.
Chen Qingzhi seemed to have not yet come out of that emotion. His eyes were red and tears were welling up in his eyes.
Bai Li's eyes on the other side were also red and swollen. She knew Chen Qingzhi's past quite well. The two had known each other for many years and could be regarded as true friends.
Tang Xiaobao was a little embarrassed and was too embarrassed to say anything for a while.
After a while, Chen Qingzhi truly recovered.
He smiled, a forced smile.
"Okay, brother, it's your turn. I'm sorry, I can't play the drums for you, so you have to accompany yourself."
Tang Xiaobao said: "Okay, let me try."
He also closed his eyes.
The Yellow River, the Gobi, the desert... all kinds of scenes appeared in his mind.
Dong dong dong...
The drums sounded, a little more proficient than before.
After a while, Tang Xiaobao's emotions were almost brewing.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and a vicissitudes of voice immediately jumped out.
There are mountains in front and the Yellow River behind
The cold north wind blows towards me
Can't go forward, can't go backward
…
A stream of hot blood almost spurted out from Tang Xiaobao's chest.
The innate energy actually circulated quickly.
He was in love.
The two listeners also had a look of dementia on their faces, their brows were furrowed, and Tang Xiaobao was brought into that artistic conception in just a moment.
After Tang Xiaobao finished singing, no one spoke for a long time.
After a while, he seemed to have fallen apart, and smiled tiredly: "This song is so good!"
"You sing so well. You can sing this song better than anyone else. I'm waiting for you to sing it to all over the world, so that the world will know our Chinese customs!"
Chen Qingzhi high-fived Tang Xiaobao and said emotionally, his voice trembling slightly.