House Dad’s Literary Life

Another morning, Jiangcheng, a small southern city, was slowly awakened in the warm voice.

"The town in the southern town is slow and slow, every time I come back here, you are so quiet..." In the guitar accompaniment of Murphy's play, Yang Lan is singing, despite the warmth, but the sound is still slightly thick.

This time they got up and practiced the song for the first time! Of course, how Murphy may be earlier than Yang Qi, Yang Lan is going out when the night is still thick, running, practicing, buying food back, she will still sleep very well, she wakes up from the bed.

Did not go anywhere, closed the bedroom window, the two came to the large balcony, Murphy backed on the railing of the balcony, Yang Lan stood against the wall, watching the sun through the Murphy's hair, will be the wind The hair that was blown up was dyed in gold.

In the morning, you must first open the sputum. After some practice, Murphy will ask Yang Lan to sing a song to listen. The song of this world, Yang Lan will not sing a lot, he picked the "Southern Town" that Guo Ziyi had performed for him.

Surprisingly, Murphy liked this jazz ballad and was very familiar with the song. So she grabbed the guitar and took the initiative to accompany Yang Lan.

"...I am here to sing this song alone, you won't know it." Yang Hao finally sang, he still has a little intoxication, and he always feels good when he sings to himself...

However, Murphy shook his head and ruthlessly attacked the road: "Yang Yang, your voice is not suitable for singing this song."

"Ah?" Yang Lan was dumbfounded.

"Your voice belongs to the tenor. If you sing a high-pitched song, you may be able to control it relatively easily, but "Southern Town" can't, your voice is low, it is very heavy, you can't sing the folk songs. Refreshing." Murphy explained patiently.

Yang Lan knows this, his body, when he was in the army, he was the most brilliant.

But Yang Lan doesn't like to sing high-pitched songs. There are a lot of high-pitched songs that are mainly based on glare. What kind of emotional communication and true feelings are revealed? As far as the folk songs that Yang Lan likes, how many of them need to look up and use the highly penetrating treble to lyricize?

"How to broaden your own range?" Yang Yi thought for a moment, and asked Murphy. "Your voice is very good. Isn't there a report that your voice can span three octaves?" ”

"Do you still know this?" Murphy looked at Yang Lan with some surprise.

In her song, there is no high-pitched song that she needs to explode so much energy, but once there was a music program, she accepted the challenge arranged by the host, and really came to the scene to cross the octave.

"But telling you is no problem, I can really sing three octaves, but this is based on a wide range of congenital sounds, from practice." Murphy smiled. "My mother knows music very well, so when she was young, she found out. My nephew is so good that I have done a lot of special exercises."

"Your nephew is basically shaped now, it is difficult to change through practice." Murphy hesitated, or told Yang Hao this cruel fact.

After all, they are all older men in their thirties...

Yang Lan smiled bitterly.

Murphy comforted him: "But it doesn't matter, sing a song, it doesn't have much to do with the breadth of your range, but about the quality of your voice. Yang Hao's voice is very nice, bright and clear, if Singing the right song will also have a good effect."

Yang Lan frowned slightly. He said: "I want to sing this song. Is there any other way besides changing a song?"

Do you still have to listen to your favorite songs when you come back to the world? Yang Lan is not reconciled.

Murphy shook his head and smiled. "You misunderstood what I meant, and your own ideas are also misunderstood. If you sing a song, do you have to follow the original singer's singing method? Even this southern town, you You can also change the singing method that you can control yourself. You don't have to deliberately imitate Cao Fang. You can always sing a song of others to your own taste!"

Murphy felt that she was not convincing. She took the guitar again and gently plucked the strings and said, "I will sing a piece, you will listen."

"The small town in the south, there is no radiance. Every time I come back here, I feel calm..." Murphy’s ethereal voice sounded, but it was only a paragraph, and it stopped.

"This is the original version." Murphy stopped and said to Yang Lan.

Then she played a small prelude and continued to sing.

"Hey!" Yang Hao's ears are still very keen, he can hear, Murphy's rhythm suddenly becomes brighter.

Although it is still the original voice, Yang Lan seems to feel that if she closes her eyes and listens, she will feel that she is singing a girl who loves to laugh and laugh. The song is less sad, and more lively, not too sweet, just right. (Note 1)

But unfortunately, Murphy also sang for a while and then stopped. She then changed a singing method, but this rhythm basically did not change with the original, but Murphy’s voice was low, slightly hoarse, vicissitudes. Blowing in the face. (Note 2)

"How? Is it the same song that can sing different feelings with different singing methods?" Murphy said with a smile.

"Well..." Yang Yu said nothing.

Murphy still saw it, she said: "There is any doubt, you say it! What are you embarrassed?"

Yang Lan’s old face was reddish. He pointed to the guitar and said, “Can you sing again, use your second singing method, I think it’s very nice.”

Murphy naturally met his requirements, slender fingers plucked the strings, and the rhythm sang briskly.

"...I am here to sing this song alone, people just smile, oh, smile..."

Yang Lan listened in silence, he could hear, the second "smile" there, Murphy played some of her talents and sang a playful taste.

At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes, like the canal behind her in the sun, as if there was a soft autumn wave.

Yang Lan also remembered a poem that was not a poem: "The moment of beauty is flowing, and it is not divided by words." (Note 3)

Probably, the woman who was mingling with him in Tao Yuanming’s pen, is also the intellectual and beautiful of Murphy?

In my heart, I thought about it. Yang Lan also forgot to cover up. Murphy was seen by his crazy eyes as Xiafei’s cheeks, and even sang in the back, but she did not pay attention, and Yang Lan did not hear it.

"Well, it's your turn to listen to me and help me see where else to improve!" Murphy sang, in order to conceal his heart as a deer, pretending to shake his hand Stacked the manuscript, said.

She also wants to practice the song that Muzi gave her to write! The night before, singing "My Songs", Murphy unexpectedly harvested some good suggestions, so Murphy felt that Yang Lan had his unique talent in music.

"This is no problem." Yang Lan convinced the mourning, confidently said.

(Note 1: If you want to feel the package, you can go to the cloud music to search the southern town and listen to a version of the singer called "Poetry". Note 2: Everyone goes to listen to the version of Li Mosquito. Note 3: This sentence "Poetry" From Tao Yuanming's "Luxury Fu", which means "the eyes of the Mid-Autumn wave flowing in the eyes of Gu Pan, sometimes smiling and not distracting the heart of the music", there is a saying that this is written for his follow-up wife who died. It is a good woman, and Tao Yuanming is also "the same interest, can be hard, the husband is ploughed in front, and the wife is married.")