It was another morning. Jiangcheng, a small city in the south, was slowly awakened by a warm song.
"A small city in the south, time passes slowly. Every time I come back here, you are so peaceful …" Yang Yi was humming to Murphy's guitar accompaniment. Although it was a warm song, his voice was still slightly heavy.
This was the first time they woke up in the morning to practice singing! Of course, how could Murphy wake up earlier than Yang Yi? Yang Yi would always go out in the middle of the night to run, practice, and buy groceries before waking her up from her deep sleep.
They didn't go anywhere. After closing the bedroom window, the two of them went to the balcony. Murphy leaned against the railing of the balcony while Yang Yi stood against the wall. He looked at the sun shining through Murphy's hair, which was blown up by the wind and dyed golden.
They had to start singing in the morning. After some practice, Murphy asked Yang Yi to sing a song first. Yang Yi didn't know many songs in this world. He chose "A Small Town in the South" that Guo Ziyi had performed for him before.
Surprisingly, Murphy liked this kind of jazz ballad and was very familiar with this song. Therefore, she snatched the guitar and took the initiative to accompany Yang Yi.
"… I'll sing this song alone here. You won't know." Yang Yi finally finished singing. He was still a little intoxicated. It felt good to sing to himself …
However, Murphy shook her head and mercilessly said, "Yang Yi, your voice isn't suitable for singing this kind of song."
"Ah?" Yang Yi was dumbfounded.
"Your voice belongs to the tenor category. If you sing a high-pitched song, you might be able to control it more easily. However, you can't sing 'A Small Town in the South'. Your voice is very deep and heavy. You won't be able to sing the refreshing ballad," Murphy explained patiently.
Yang Yi knew about this. Back when he was in the army, his body was always the loudest when he shouted.
But Yang Yi didn't like high-pitched songs. Many high-pitched songs were mainly about showing off. How could they convey emotions and reveal true feelings? Take the folk songs that Yang Yi liked as an example. How many of them required him to raise his head and use a very penetrating high-pitched voice to express his feelings?
"How can I widen my vocal range?" Yang Yi thought for a while and asked Murphy, "Your voice is very good. Isn't it reported that your voice can cross three octaves?"
"You know about this?" Murphy looked at Yang Yi in surprise.
Among her songs, there were no high-pitched songs that required her to release so much energy. However, there was once a music program where she accepted the challenge arranged by the host and really sang an octave across the stage.
"But there's no harm in telling you. I can indeed sing three octaves. But this is on the basis of an innate wide vocal range and practice." Murphy smiled and said, "My mother knows music very well. So when I was young, she found that my voice was very good. So she made me do a lot of special practice."
"Your voice is basically fixed now. It's very difficult to change it through practice." Murphy hesitated for a moment, but still told Yang Yi the cruel truth.
After all, he was an old man in his thirties …
Yang Yi smiled bitterly.
Murphy comforted him. "But it doesn't matter. Singing a song well has nothing to do with your vocal range. It has to do with the quality of your voice. Yang Yi, your voice is very good. It's bright and clear. If you sing a suitable song, it will have a good effect."
Yang Yi frowned slightly and said, "If I want to sing this song well, is there no other way except to change to another song?"
Could it be that after rebirth, he could only listen to the songs he liked? Yang Yi was not reconciled.
Murphy shook her head and said with a smile, "You misunderstood me. And your own thinking is also wrong. To sing a song well, do you have to sing it according to the original singer's style? Even in this small town in the south, you can change to a style that you can control. You don't have to deliberately imitate Cao Fang. Try more, you can always sing other people's songs with your own flavor! "
Murphy felt that her words alone were not convincing enough. She picked up the guitar again, gently plucked the strings, and said, "I'll sing a part. Listen to it."
"The small town in the south is not bright. Every time I come back here, I feel calm …" Murphy's ethereal voice sounded, but it stopped abruptly after just a part.
"This is the original version." Murphy stopped and said to Yang Yi.
Then, she played a short prelude and continued to hum.
"Hey!" Yang Yi's ears were still very sharp. He could hear that Murphy's rhythm suddenly became lively.
Although it was still the original voice, Yang Yi seemed to feel that if he closed his eyes and listened, he would feel that the singer was a girl who loved to laugh. Her voice was less sad, more lively, and not too sweet. It was just right. (Note 1)
But unfortunately, Murphy also sang a part and then stopped. She then changed to another style of singing. But this time, the rhythm was basically the same as the original version. But Murphy's voice was lower, slightly hoarse, and the vicissitudes of life hit the face. (Note 2)
"How is it? Does it mean that the same song can have a different feeling when sung in different ways? "Mo Fei said to Yang Yi with a smile.
"Well …" Yang Yi wanted to say something but stopped.
Murphy still saw it and said, "If you have any doubts, just say it! What's there to be embarrassed about? "
Yang Yi's old face was slightly red. He pointed to the guitar and said, "Can you sing again? Just use your second style of singing. I think it's pretty good."
Murphy naturally satisfied his request. Her slender fingers plucked the strings and she sang with a light rhythm.
"… I'm here singing this song by myself. People just smile, oh, smile …"
Yang Yi listened silently. He could hear that in the second "smile", Murphy was somewhat wantonly displaying her talent and singing with a playful flavor.
At the same time, he saw Murphy's smiling eyes. It was like the canal behind her sparkling under the morning sun, as if there was a soft autumn wave flowing.
Yang Yi thought of a poem that wasn't really a poem: "Instantly beautiful eyes flowed with flowing water. Words and laughter were inseparable." (Note 3)
Perhaps, the woman who was written by Tao Yuanming and sang with him was also as intelligent and beautiful as Murphy?
With so many thoughts running through his mind, Yang Yi also forgot to hide it. Mo Fei's cheeks blushed because of his infatuated gaze, and she even sang a little off-key in the end, but she didn't notice it, and Yang Yi didn't notice it either.
"Well, it's your turn to listen to me sing. Help me see if there's anything I need to improve!" After Murphy finished singing, in order to hide her heart that was beating like a deer, she pretended to be serious as she shook the stack of manuscripts in her hand and said.
She also wanted to practice the song that Mu Ziang wrote for her! The night before when she sang "In My Voice," Murphy unexpectedly received some good suggestions. So, Murphy felt that Yang Yi still had his own unique talent in music.
"That's not a problem." Yang Yi restrained his thoughts and said confidently.
(Note 1: If you want to feel the tube, you can go to a small town in the south of Cloud Music and listen to the version sung by a singer named "Shiyu." Note 2: Everyone listen to Li Wenxiang's version. Note 3: This "poem" came from Tao Yuanming's "Ode to Leisure." It means that "when looking around, beautiful eyes flowed with autumn waves, sometimes smiling and speaking without distracting the mind of playing the music." There was a saying that this was written for Di Shi, whom he married after his wife died. Di Shi was a virtuous woman and had the same interests as Tao Yuanming. They could endure hardships, the husband ploughing in front, the wife hoeing behind.)
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