Hao Yun admits that it's not a man in the sun who does things like opening a trumpet and adding his roommate.

But he didn't expect to be pulled black, and he didn't say anything too much?

Even five star praise!

There was no class the next morning. Without saying a word, Liang Ziyuan left with his guitar on his back. It was estimated that he was going to record his new single.

To be honest, Hao Yun really admires this guy.

After being spurted for three years, he still insists on making music. If this is not love, he will not believe in love in his whole life.

"Brother Ziyuan, what are you doing? Go out in the morning with your guitar on your back. "

"I guess I'm going to find a cool place to entertain myself. In short, don't sing in the dormitory," Zhu Kening said, rubbing his face with his hand and muttering. "I have a meeting in the afternoon, and many leaders in the hospital are here. I'll sleep a little longer, and keep your voice down. "

Zheng Xueqian

Hao Yun

Fuck you!

You are the most active in the whole dormitory!

If you have to choose between brother Ziyuan's singing and brother Kening's snoring, Hao Yun thinks that Liang Ziyuan's singing is more "pleasing to the eye".

After all, no matter how noisy the former is, there will be a cooling off time, and it will be over if you bear it.

The latter, it can last all night without stopping

How long did the voice still fall, Zhu Kening's bed had already sent heavy breathing.

There is no doubt that a prelude to the storm has been brewing.

Zheng Xueqian took a look at Hao Yun and said in his eyes: what's your plan in the morning?

Hao Yun looked back at him and said, "look around.".

It is likely that he will be wrong. Zheng Xueqian is stunned and returns his surprised look: self-study? So early?

Hao Yun nodded and replied with his eyes: otherwise, is it so noisy here? Can you still sleep?

Barely understand his meaning, Zheng Xueqian eyes gradually firm, nodded: good! Then I'll go too!

After his eyes had passed the words, he turned over and got out of bed, quickly picked up his textbooks and put them into his schoolbag, leaving Hao Yun with a muddled face, and the wind seemed to have gone.

……

The snoring in the bedroom is getting louder and louder. It's too hard to get into bed.

Thinking of the recording studio that Lin Mengmeng told himself before, Hao Yun climbed out of bed and simply washed, then put on his clothes and left the dormitory.

On the way to the school gate, he sent a wechat to Lin Mengmeng.

Where is the studio you mentioned earlier

Originally thought it would take a while to come back, but just as he was about to turn off the screen, Lin Mengmeng's message sent a coordinate.

Closely behind, there is a look like a Huang's son's "dog surprised" expression.

Do you really want to learn music（ (surprised)

Hao Yun typing reply.

What am I lying to you for

Lin Mengmeng: [ah... OK. Come on, if it's just music, you can ask me if you don't understand it!]

Seeing this line of words and remembering the experience of being pulled black yesterday, Hao Yun was moved.

Gan!

Look at them!

This is a musician's tolerance, OK!

Ah, the only drawback is that if only this guy's talent was music, Hao Yun would leave this chance of becoming a God to her without saying a word.

It's not for her, just for her.

Unfortunately, the talent of those who really have the potential to become singers is performance.

Hao Yun began to wonder if there was something wrong with the broken system.

Out of the school gate, did not walk for a long time to the destination.

It has to be said that the place recommended by Lin Mengmeng is really good. Both the decoration of the entrance and the temperament of the staff all look very professional... Although let him say where the specialty is, he may not be able to say.

The only drawback is the price.

Piano room and recording studio are charged by the hour. Basically, according to the different musical instruments and equipment, the price ranges from 100 to 1000 per hour. After 10 p.m., the price is discounted. Does it feel like an Internet bar?

Baotian's words will be relatively cheaper, but how to look at the price is not close to the people, at least not like students can afford.

As for those who don't know what kind of professional equipment they use, Hao Yun selectively ignores them.

Mom, what kind of musical instrument is so expensive? It's inlaid with diamond!

Even if it's set with a drill, it's not as big as tens of thousands to touch, right?

Fortunately, the popularity of 2048 has not passed, and the follow-up income is pretty good. Although the consumption here is a little expensive, Hao Yun can't afford it. He directly set up an ordinary member for 5000 yuan.

Hao Yun doesn't look like an old hand. The little sister who helped him with the card immediately said with a smile.

"Sir, do you need professional guidance?"

Hao Yun: "professional guidance?"

And the good thing?

My little sister said with a smile: "yes, if you are interested in piano, we have instructors at different prices who can provide one-to-one teaching."

Sweat!

It turned out to be a charge.

Hao Yun quickly waved back.

"No, no, just find me a recording studio with a piano!"

After all, he perfunctorily left the little sister who sold the course. Hao Yun locked the door, took a deep breath and went to the center of the piano.

Looking at the polished black and white keys, he couldn't help stretching out his right hand and stroking the smooth keys with his index finger.

Although this is probably the first time in his life that he touched the piano, the touch is indeed as strange as he expected, but somehow, behind the strangeness, there is an imperceptible deja vu.

It's like

He used to play with this thing.

"This is Mengpo soup. Didn't you lick it clean..."

But isn't my previous life a game planner?

Hao Yun shook his head in a headache. Then he pulled back his chair, sat down in front of the piano, put his hands on it, learned the posture of the pianists in the movie, and pressed the first key.

mi——

The melodious sound of the piano reverberated in the studio.

Humming the familiar melody gently, he pressed the second and third key with the raw action.

so——xi——

At the same time, he sang in a low voice.

"The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and turns the world..."

"The dream is cold, and I've been in debt all my life."

"If you acquiesce..."

"Life and death are hard to wait..."

"Ring after ring"

It feels like it's coming.

It's like a glowing light.

Grasping the memory of the wreckage, as well as the inspiration from the dark, Hao Yun's ten fingers follow the rhythm from the depths of the soul, beating out the strange and firm rhythm on the black and white keys.

To be sure, this is not an etude suitable for beginners.

There is no piano textbook that will write this kind of popular repertoire into its first unit.

But there is no doubt that this is the most suitable song for him.

Because only this song can bring him such a familiar feeling through the fog of memory.

Only when he was playing this piece, he didn't need the guidance of a teacher or any reference books.

Just follow the feeling.

It's like following instinct

"The rain is falling, and the old hometown is full of vegetation."

"I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city --"

Intuition from the depths of the soul is like holding his hands and manipulating the puppet named melody, over and over again, faster than ever

Also more skilled!

"The sound of the pastoral flute in the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village --"

"Fate takes root, we..."

I don't know how many times.

All the way to the sunset outside the window.

When the last note fell, Hao Yun took a long breath and felt the silence in the studio. Suddenly, a smile rose on his face.

"It's like writing wheel eyes..."

In just one day, he has gone from piano Xiaobai, who has no foundation at all, to now he can not only smoothly and perfectly play the piano accompaniment of "fireworks easy to cold", but also play the piano version of the whole piece with chords.

Thanks to this, he even felt that even if he picked up the score of other music, he could play like that.

Of course, the premise is that fingering is not particularly difficult.

But then again, even if it's difficult, it's not a big problem.

After waiting for him, the music attribute point pile up high, through memory fragments to unlock a few more Beethoven or Mozart songs, familiar with several times, skill proficiency will naturally go up.

"Unfortunately..."

"It seems that music attributes only affect the proficiency of music related skills and the speed of mastering them. They can make fingers more flexible at most, but they don't affect the timbre of singing."

Relatively speaking, his voice is more youthful. Although he thinks he is also very magnetic, he still can't sing the charm of Mr. Zhou and the vicissitudes of Lin Zhixuan's version.

If he comes to sing, it may be difficult for big fire, but it's OK for small fire.

After all, the composers of lyrics and music are all big guys. No matter how much the singer's timbre is reduced, the strength of the song itself is also there.

However, these flaws are harmless.

Although he can't sing it, his tool man can.

Although the advantages may not be learned, but at least the words are not clear, his Ziyuan brothers can be said to be pinched!

Otherwise, this guy would not have been singing in the dormitory for so long, but no one could understand what Mandarin he was singing.

In terms of timbre, it's not a big problem to sing that kind of hanging taste and vicissitudes feeling!

As for myself

Hao Yun didn't want to be a singer, and he was not interested in living a life that attracted people's attention.

If he can, he still wants to make a fortune by standing behind the scenes and brushing the attribute points and memory fragments.

As for the trouble

With so many tools, why should he do everything himself.

"... the next step is to record the pure piano version separately, and then upload it to Yinke phishing."

Good wine is not afraid of deep alley, he is not afraid of fish not bite.

As long as the song is on the new list, he is not worried that someone will not see it.

As for the future

That would be too simple.

After opening the professional recording equipment nearby, Hao Yun stretched out and put his hands on the piano keys.

Even if the fool blacked his trumpet, which made him a little uncomfortable, who wants you to be my son?

There is no father and son angry.