The first stage was cleared.
The questions were too perverted!
But Zhang Ye's answer was even more perverted!
Xin Ya glanced at him. "Are you ready for the second round?"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Can I eat something first?"
"You can eat as much as you want. Fat Sis chuckled and said, "In any case, if it's time for the wedding and you don't clear all three tests, the bride won't have anything to do with you."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll hurry up and eat."
On the other side, Grandpa and Grandma were anxious.
Grandma said, "Could it be that the bride really can't come out?"
Zhang Ye's mother said in amusement, "It's just a small program to liven things up, make some jokes, and stir up some trouble. How could I possibly not let my daughter-in-law come out?"
His father said, "Let's just watch the show."
Grandma heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."
Everyone knew that this was to liven things up.
The reporters knew.
The guests knew it too.
For example, for the first question, the bridal group did not expect that Zhang Ye would be able to pass. They wanted to stump him with the first question. If he could not answer it, he could just send a red packet or say a few nice words to beg them. Then they would naturally let him pass. Then, they would come to the second question to deliberately make things difficult for him and conveniently give him a red packet as a reward. But they never expected that Zhang Ye would be able to answer that question without even blinking. How could the bridal group of bridal group give up? They were all holding back and preparing to give Zhang Ye the second question.
Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for them.
However, those who knew Zhang Ye well knew that he was a person who loved to compete and be the victor.
Ask him to admit defeat?
That's impossible!
After eating two mouthfuls, Zhang Ye was also full. "It's done."
Xin Ya smiled and said, "Then shall we set the question?"
Zhang Ye gave a faint smile. "Come, I'll catch it."
Xin Ya said with an evil look in her eyes, "Then for the second round, there will be three questions. We will come up with the keywords, and you will write the song, compose the music, and perform it on the spot."
Zhang Ye was speechless. "Three questions? Then you should count it as three tests, right? "
Fat Sis harrumphed and said, "We'll take it as one."
Zhang Ye threw up his hands. "Alright then, I actually have nothing to say to that."
Everyone laughed.
The reporters were also excited!
Write songs?
Or three?
Would they be able to hear Zhang Ye's new songs again?
However, many of the musicians around them looked at each other. Writing a song on the spot? It was easy to say, but difficult to do. Even if he were to randomly create a theme, it would be a problem, let alone writing a specific theme given by others. How many songwriters in the industry could do it?
In the end, Xin Ya added on, "And the requirements to pass are: Firstly, you have to match the questions we gave you. Secondly, you can't just randomly sing a song. It has to be good, and at least 95% of the people present must approve of it for you to pass. Even if the song is not well written, it won't do."
F * ck me!
Wasn't this asking for death?
Chen Guang and Fan Wenli were speechless.
Zhang Xia did not know whether to laugh or cry!
Ning Lan was also prepared to watch Zhang Ye make a fool of himself!
It's hard enough to write a song, and it's hard enough to write it according to your title. You're still asking him to write a classic? Write a song that almost everyone will like? How could that be?
Xin Ya said, "Of course, you can ask your friends and relatives for help."
Chen Guang, Zhang Xia, Xiaodong, Amy, and the others were all in the music industry, so they could come up with some ideas.
Zhang Ye smiled. "Give me the question."
Old Wu's niece said, "The first question is: Uncle-in-law, you've written a lot of poems, right?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "Yes, quite a few."
They had clearly discussed this beforehand.
Fat Sis smirked and said, "Then I'll use one of your poems to write a song for our Zeqing."
Everyone was stunned.
A poem?
How were they supposed to write something like that!
Zhang Ye was silent for a moment.
Xin Ya smiled and said, "Will that do?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "Alright then."
He then walked forward and looked at the instruments on display. There was a piano, a drum set, and a guitar. He lowered his head and chose an acoustic guitar to tune.
Xin Ya was taken aback.
Fan Wenli was dumbfounded.
Don't you need to think about it?
Don't you need to think about it?
The sound of the guitar rang out. Zhang Ye had already started playing. It was a folk song!
The melody was melodious!
It filled the entire venue!
"When you're old, your hair is white, and you're drowsy.
"When you're old, and you can't walk anymore, and you're dozing by the fire, reminiscing about your youth.
"How many people loved your happy moments of youth.
"Admiring your beauty, fake or sincere.
"Only one person still loves your pious soul.
"Loving the wrinkles on your aged face."
The garden fell silent!
Everyone was mesmerized by it!
A lot of people were touched by it!
It was that poem!
"When You're Old"!
It was the poem that Zhang Ye posted on Weibo when he announced his engagement and went viral all over the country!
He could really sing it!
He had really turned that poem into a song!
Zhang Ye sang.
"When you're old, your eyes droop.
"The lights are dim and flickering.
"The wind blows over.
"Your news.
"This is the song in my heart."
He finished singing!
There was an outburst of applause!
The 100-odd reporters nearby were also cheering loudly!
It was great!
It was so good!
It was so memorable!
Chen Guang gave a thumbs up!
Zhang Xia also gave a thumbs up!
A lot of people were once again convinced!
Zhang Ye put down his guitar and said with a smile, "Does this count as a pass?"
The applause said it all. This song was too good. If it wasn't good, then there wouldn't be many good songs left!
Xin Ya rolled her eyes. "This is only the first song. The second song is a love song."
Love song?
That was easy to write!
But Fat Sis quickly added, "Love song is not a genre, but a song that revolves around the word 'love song' for Zeqing, haha."
Using the word 'love song' to write a love song?
What kind of a question was that!
The questions were getting trickier and trickier!
Everyone was getting a little dizzy!
But Zhang Ye just smiled. This time, he sat down at the piano and did not hesitate at all. The song was already playing and he started singing.
"This is a simple little love song.
"Singing of the doves in our hearts.
"I think I'm very suitable for it.
"To be a singer.
"My youth is floating in the wind.
"You know, even if the heavy rain turns this city upside down, I'll give you my embrace.
"I can't take it anymore. Seeing your back, I'll write down the parting that every second feels like a year.
"Even if the whole world is taken hostage by loneliness, I won't run.
"Can't escape. In the end, everyone will grow old. Write down me, the castle where time and the sound of the piano intertwine."
"A Little Love Song."
Zhang Ye sang it flawlessly.
"Great!"
"Well sung!"
"This is great!"
"I'm drunk!"
"Zhang Ye is indeed Zhang Ye!"
"Hahahaha, awesome!"
"I'm kneeling!"
"Boss Zhang is so spirited!"
Xin Ya was getting anxious. "The third question: Aren't you guys holding a Chinese wedding? Write a song related to the 'bridal sedan' for Old Wu. No, the bridal sedan is too simple. Write down the 'veil' and use the veil to write a song! "
Veil?
The veil that covers the bride's head?
Fuck, where in the world would you write a song about a veil!
This question of yours is too weird!
Everyone nearly vomited blood!
However, Zhang Ye just opened his mouth and started singing.
He playfully played the piano.
"Lift up your veil.
"Let me take a look at your eyebrows.
"Your eyebrows are thin and long.
"Like the crescent moon on the treetops.
"Your eyebrows are thin and long.
"Like the crescent moon on the treetops.
Veil?
So you're really good at writing!
Everyone was dumbfounded by what they heard!
Subconsciously, a lot of them started singing along to the beat!
Some of them even followed along!
Zhang Ye laughed as he sang.
"Lift up your veil.
"Let me take a look at your eyes.
"Your eyes are bright and clear.
"Like the ripples in the water.
"Your eyes are bright and clear.
"Like the ripples in the water."
Old Wu's group of friends and relatives broke down!
You can even do that?
You can even fucking do that?
Oh my god!
You've won!
Zhang Ye, you've really won!
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