A song about a southern girl made her ex-girlfriend cry on the judges' bench

Fan Zhiguo returned to the ward to accompany Li Liqiu, while Fan Yingze walked out of the hospital and called his guitar teacher Wang Dongyang.

"Teacher, I'm Fan Ying. Are you free now? I want to come over to discuss something with you."

""Okay, come on."

Wang Dongyang had just finished teaching the last student. Although it was already five or six in the evening, Fan Ying was his most proud student, so he had no reason to miss him.

It gets dark quickly in the winter in the north. Wang Dongyang simply cleaned up the classroom, and the doorbell rang.

"Teacher Wang."

As soon as Fan Ying entered the room, he handed the large and small bags of things in his hand to Wang Dongyang, including fruits, tea, and some small gifts.

Wang Dongyang pretended to be unhappy and said,"If you bring things again next time, I won't open the door for you!"

Fan Ying smiled and agreed. Wang Dongyang didn't refuse and put the things aside.

Then, he picked up a guitar from the guitar stand and handed it to Fan Ying.

"Play a song, let me hear if you have regressed during this period of time."

Fan Ying found a place to sit down, but did not play immediately. Instead, he plucked each string several times, and while plucking, he slightly twisted the knob on the top, which is the so-called tuning.

Generally speaking, the strings must be tuned before each playing, otherwise the pitch will be inaccurate. From the first string to the sixth string, they are E, B, G, D, A, and the bass E.

Most people need to rely on a tuner to tune the strings, but Fan Ying can judge whether each string is accurate or not just by relying on his ears. Wang Dongyang's eyes lit up. He did not expect that this kid could have absolute pitch.

After tuning the strings, Fan Ying plucked them casually twice, and then got to the point. The song"Blue Lotus" that he sang in KTV was played.

Wang Dongyang thought the tune was a bit strange at first, but gradually he became addicted to it. It was not until Fan Ying sang the last sentence of the chorus that he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Blue Lotus, Blue Lotus, wait, Blue Lotus?

Isn't that the name that a lot of people mentioned in their own comments section?

Wang Dongyang stood up with a look of admiration and anger in his eyes.

The culprit who kept me awake for several days turned out to be you, kid?

Fan Ying acted innocent and asked,"Teacher, what do you think of this song?"

Wang Dongyang naturally would not argue with Fan Ying. After a light cough, he said:

"It’s pretty good, and it’s a style that is rarely seen on the market. Whose song is this?"

"Mine."

Fan Ying then added,"It hasn't been released yet."

He looked at Wang Dongyang, who gradually understood what he meant.

"You came to me to release this song?"

Fan Ying shook his head:"I want to sell this song. I want to ask if you have any channels and what the price can be."

"OK, then go to the studio tomorrow to record a demo, then write down the score and register the copyright. I will ask for your help then."

"Not today?"

"Today?"

Wang Dongyang looked out the window. It was already completely dark.

In the north, it gets dark very early in the winter, and at this time, the recording studios are all closed.

"Are you in a hurry?"

"A little bit."

Wang Dongyang glanced at him and didn't ask any more questions.

He had taught Fan Ying for a holiday and knew that this kid would not ask for help easily. This time he came here, something must have happened to him or his family.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, then said:"Let's go, I have a friend who runs a recording studio, he is about to close the door, and when he heard that we were coming, he was willing to delay for an hour."

If it is to record a release version, such a short time is definitely not enough, but it is just to record a demo, it does not need to be recorded very well, as long as it is not out of tune, expresses what should be expressed, and others can understand it.

The recording studio is not far away, and the two arrived in about ten minutes.

Qian Xiaopeng was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. When he saw the two arrived, he stood up and took them to the recording studio

"Lao Wang, you have to hurry up. My wife is waiting for me to eat at home."

""Sure, sure."

Wang Dongyang asked Fan Ying to go into the recording studio, while he stayed in the monitoring room with Qian Xiaopeng. He first recorded the guitar, and then recorded a vocal track based on it.

When Qian Xiaopeng just listened to the guitar, he didn't react much. After all, the song"Blue Lotus" was not difficult, and it could even be said that beginners could master the playing method. But when the melody came out, everything was different. When

Qian Xiaopeng was young, he was also a member of the Beijing Drifting Group. Like Wang Dongyang, he was full of passion and wanted to become famous in the music industry.

He has been in Beijing for longer than Wang Dongyang, and has released thirty or forty songs in succession, but unfortunately, the response was mediocre.

People who play music are relatively He is very self-important and doesn't think highly of other people's works. Although he has now transformed into a behind-the-scenes worker, it doesn't mean that he thinks his songs are bad.

On the contrary, he has always felt that he is not popular only because he lacks explosive points and can't hype himself.

If you really compare the works, they are not necessarily worse than those popular songs on the market.

It was not until the melody of Blue Lotus sounded that he slapped the operating table in disbelief and stood up excitedly.

Why is the melody of this song so simple and yet so impressive? How can a little kid who has just become an adult write such a vicissitudes of life song?

He was a little numb and looked blankly at Wang Dongyang beside him.

"Where did you get to know such a monster?"

He was not in a very good mood because he had to work overtime for an hour, but now this mood is no longer there, replaced by great relief.

He was glad that he was one of the earliest listeners of this song!

Wang Dongyang shrugged helplessly:"One of my guitar class students only learned it for one summer vacation, and his level is better than mine. Don't you think that we are both living a dog's life at our ages?"

Qian Xiaopeng smiled bitterly.

Nothing but a bitter smile

"It's not just living like a dog, it's even worse than a dog!"

The best way to hit a person is to let him see a genius who is more powerful than him. The appearance of Fan Ying directly broke Qian Xiaopeng's conceit over the years.

He originally thought that if he had persisted a little longer, he might be famous now. Sometimes, after his wife fell asleep after serving her, he still couldn't sleep with his eyes open, imagining what would happen if he persisted.

Today, he thinks that ending his life in Beijing and opening a recording studio is the best choice he has ever made in his life.

He even has an urge to call a few friends in the circle and tell them not to mix in the circle anymore, because the entertainment industry is likely to change!

""Teacher, how is my recording this time?"

Fan Ying's voice came from the headphones, and Wang Dongyang said,"No problem, you can come out now."

Fan Ying took off his headphones and walked out of the recording studio, just in time to see Qian Xiaopeng doing simple post-processing on his vocals.

Although it was a demo, but slightly adjusting the reverb and pulling the EQ to make the vocals and accompaniment more closely matched would ultimately sound better.

As if noticing Fan Ying's embarrassment, Qian Xiaopeng said,"Don't worry, I won't charge you. If you can keep this level for every song, this will be your home in the future. I'll open the door for you even if you come to record songs in the middle of the night!"