I Know Everything

Shen Huan was busy reading the news, when he heard the sound of jingle bell ringing at the door.

Shen Huan didn't like the way of knocking hard on the door outside, and then calling out his name so loudly that the whole street could hear it—although most of the residents of Mingde Lane were like this.

So he bought a doorbell early on and installed it, so that he could hear it only by ringing the doorbell.

It's a pity that I don't have money, otherwise, if I install an intelligent access control system, I can see who is in the main room and decide whether to open the door.

After Shen Huan put on his shoes, he looked at the gap in the doorway and saw two men.

One was in a suit and the other was jeans and a white shirt.

The man in the suit is about thirty or forty years old, and the man in jeans is in his twenties, and looks quite delicate.

Who are you looking for? Shen Huan opened the door and asked curiously.

Not to mention the daytime, even at night, Mingde Lane is not afraid of thieves, because as long as you yell, dozens of people are guaranteed to rush out to help.

And 100 meters away from Mingde Lane, there is a police station, which is brightly lit all year round. If a thief comes over, I am afraid that he will be caught before he runs far.

When the two saw Shen Huan, the man in the jeans was obviously taken aback, and then became surprised.

The man in the suit had his eyes wide open, revealing a hint of eagerness.

Shen Huan frowned slightly, thinking that I met Lord Rabbit, right?

But the man in the suit quickly controlled himself, and he replied with a smile: Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen Huan?

I am. Shen Huan smiled, There is no need to sell insurance, and no one in my family needs any financial products. As for the house, it is definitely not for sale, no matter how much it costs.

The man in the suit couldn't help laughing, You misunderstood me, my name is Ning Wu, and I also graduated from the Shanghai Opera. I am Brother Shui's senior brother, and I am also Zhu Mei's senior brother. Your address is after I asked Brother Shui, He told me.

Oh, I should have said it earlier! Shen Huan stepped aside, Come on, sit inside!

There is a small wooden table in the yard, and the benches are simpler, made of wood by Shen Huan's grandfather himself, and they are not too tall.

Ning Wu and the young man were sitting, unable to straighten their knees.

Come on, I don't have any good tea at home. I only have some old tea near Longjing Village that my grandfather drank on weekdays. It tastes good. Shen Huan brought out two cups of brewed tea from the house and put them in front of them. .

You're welcome, Teacher Lu. Ning Wu nodded in thanks.

The young man in jeans next to him also nodded, but didn't speak.

Shen Huan could tell that he was not arrogant or dismissive, but purely restrained.

The young man in jeans looks very delicate, but he did not expect to be so reserved and shy.

Mr. Ning's accent is not from Lin'an. If you came to me from such a long distance, there must be something wrong? Shen Huan sat opposite them, Since you know Uncle Shui and Aunt Mei, then we will You're not an outsider, so you can just tell me what you need. If I can do it, I will never refuse it, and if I can't do it, I will just refuse it.

If Shui Qingshan could tell Ning Wu his address, it meant that he recognized Ning Wu's character. Based on this alone, Shen Huan had nothing to hide.

Ning Wu didn't expect Shen Huan to speak so directly, and he couldn't help laughing again: Well, Teacher Lu is quick to speak, and I'm not hypocritical... This young man is called Guan Yili, who is from my hometown in southern Fujian. He was in Minzhou City before. I sang in a bar in my hometown, and I signed it. I always felt that his voice had a certain quality, but I couldn’t find a suitable song for him, so I wanted to ask Teacher Lu Xiaofeng for advice.”

Shen Huan looked at Guan Yili, when it came to himself, he was obviously a little embarrassed,

The eyes looked directly at the ground.

How about asking Mr. Guan to sing one of his best songs, let me listen to it? Shen Huan suggested with a smile.

it is good!

Of course Ning Wu agreed, and then patted Guan Yili on the shoulder: Xiao Li, sing your best song! Teacher Lu Xiaofeng is present, this is a rare opportunity!

I'll sing Rain on the West Mountain by Zhou Jing. Guan Yili finally spoke at this time, he stood up, bowed to Shen Huan and said, Please correct me, Teacher Lu.

After finishing speaking, he mulled over for a while, then ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh began to sing.

It's raining on the hills to the west. I don't know the distance, looking forward to the poetry in the rain...

Rain in the West Mountain is one of Zhou Jing's representative works. Although it was written more than ten years ago, it still sounds soft and moving, making people feel immersed in the ethereal artistic conception of the light rain.

From this song, it can be seen that what Guan Yili sings on weekdays is definitely not a lively bar that young people like, but the kind of bar that middle-aged people like to go to that are more comfortable and leisurely.

As soon as he opened his voice, Shen Huan was startled.

Damn!

Isn't this very similar to the voice of Prince Zhang in the love song?

There are twists and turns in the softness, as gentle as a woman, but every word is so precise, so clear.

Although there is no high-pitched part in Xishan Piaoyu, but because of his long breath, the high-pitched part is not bad.

It's just that it's a waste to use Prince Zhang's voice to sing Zhou Jing's mellow songs.

He should directly soar the high pitch and sing that kind of fast-paced tender love song.

Of course, if there is no good song, no song specially made for him, it will definitely not work, and it will definitely become a mere imitation.

After finishing a song, Guan Yili looked at Shen Huan nervously, hoping that he could say something.

Guan Yili is not very timid and shy, but he is not arrogant at all. On the contrary, because he is constantly being hit and ridiculed for his female voice, he feels a little inferior in his heart.

Therefore, for Shen Huan, who was obviously younger than himself, he didn't have any contempt or doubts in his heart, only awe.

A song like The Straw Hat Song is definitely not something that ordinary people can write. For a songwriter, being able to write such a song in a lifetime is enough to comfort him for a lifetime.

Shen Huan didn't comment first, but said: Can you sing Meng Yang's Won't Leave?

Yes! Guan Yili first agreed, and then said embarrassedly: Mr. Lu, I don't like singing this song...

It's okay, let's sing! Shen Huan waved.

it is good!

Guan Yili, who had sung a song, let go a little, and continued singing like this.

Meng Yang's songs are a test of singing skills, and his handling of the treble is superb.

But Guan Yili's high-pitched range is not powerful, and there is a bit of sharpness in the clear, singing Meng Yang's song is not that kind of meaning.

In Shen Huan's feeling, it was like a female singer singing Won't Leave. Although the sound was not too sharp and not too unpleasant, the two moods were completely different.

It's like a simple Cantonese cook who asks him to cook spicy and delicious Sichuan cuisine.

Out of tune.