"If you don't think these songs are good, why don't we change them? We can sing something more relaxing. What do you think? "
Murphy bent down beside the crib to tidy up Tong Tong's clothes. Just as she was about to carry him out for a spin, Yang Yi leaned against the wall and asked softly.
"No way..." Murphy rolled her eyes. "The songs are fine. Why can't they be good?"
"Didn't you say that they were too sad?"
"They are sad! These songs are too sad! "
Yang Yi laughed. "Since you don't like them, why force yourself to sing them? It's not like I can't find other songs for you! "
Murphy blinked innocently at Yang Yi and said, "Who told you that I don't like these songs?"
"You like them?" Yang Yi was a little confused.
"Yeah, I heard you play the saxophone just now. The melody was so beautiful! How can I not like such good songs? " Mo Fei carried Tianxuan out. The little guy grabbed his mother's clothes with one hand, but he was very playful. He reached out to his father with the other hand.
"Baba!" Tong Tong waved his little hand. It seemed that he was more interested in his father, who was just playing with him.
Yang Yi took Tong Tong, but he was still confused and continued to ask Murphy, "But you just said that they are sad!"
"Sad is one thing, but liking them is another. Although I feel sad when I see the lyrics, I can't help but like them. It should be very interesting to sing them!" Murphy giggled. When she saw Yang Yi's dumbfounded expression, she said, "Aiya, you don't understand women. The more they are sad, the more they like it!"
Isn't that right? In those years, who was the one who watched those tragic dramas from the neighboring countries with snot and tears running down their faces, but loved them so much?
Women...
Yang Yi was a little speechless. "Okay, as long as you like it. I was worried that you wouldn't like this type of songs because I wanted to create a sad special for you."
"Sure! However, you have to teach me these three songs first. I only listened to the song 'The Most Familiar Stranger'. "Murphy's two hands pressed on the low cabinet as she excitedly said to Yang Yi.
Yang Yi smiled and said, "Well, which one do you want to listen to first?"
"This one! The lyrics of 'Qianqian Que Song' are also very sad, but compared to the others, it's a little lighter and not as straightforward. Let's go from shallow to deep and take it slow, "Murphy murmured.
"This song is more interesting. The female voice has a female voice, and the male voice has a male voice." Yang Yi recalled several versions of the song that he had heard in his previous life. After pondering for a while, he said, "I'll sing the male voice for you. We can study the female voice later. But for the male version, I'll have to play the drums. "
For the male version, Yang Yi naturally had to imitate Zhang Guorong's singing style.
"Then I'll help you hold your son." Murphy was interested and carried Tong Tong over.
"Hey, Baba!" The little boy was unwilling. He hadn't started playing with his father yet! When he was in his mother's arms, he pouted his small mouth and made a fuss.
Fortunately, Yang Yi sat in front of the drum set and played a trick of twirling the stick with his fingertips, attracting Little Momo's attention.
The little boy forgot his opinion of his mother and opened his big round eyes, looking at his father in surprise. It seemed that he was shocked by his father's performance. It seemed that he was using his little head to try to understand what his father was doing!
Yang Yi teased his son, then he became serious and began to sing the first few lines, "Slowly looking back, the night that belonged to each other. Hong Hong is still you, the sun in my heart … "
It was actually a Cantonese song!
Murphy felt that the sentence structure of these lyrics was a bit special, but she didn't have a deep understanding of language, so she couldn't tell which language the sentence order was from.
However, a classic was a classic. Yang Yi only sang the first few lines, and Murphy was attracted by the charm of the song. She stood aside with Tong Tong in her arms, looking at him eagerly, forgetting to sit down.
Zhang Guorong's singing was able to move countless people. In fact, his singing wasn't the main reason. Even if his singing was top-notch, the key was that he could control his voice with emotion. This was something that many imitators couldn't do!
Controlling the voice with emotion referred to giving a strong emotion to the voice. It was rare that it wasn't pretentious, and it was rare that it was just right! With the addition of his singing, he could easily express his talent and his sincere feelings. This kind of song would naturally move the audience!
Yang Yi couldn't reach Zhang Guorong's level for the time being. However, with his wide vocal range, solid singing, and hard imitation, Yang Yi could sing with a little feeling of an older brother!
"It's a pity that we're about to be separated, so I can only gaze deeply at this moment …"
For example, in this sentence, the slight pause between "this moment" and "gaze deeply at", as well as the change of emotion, Murphy showed an infatuated expression as she listened.
At this time, Yang Yi hit the drum, as if he was using the rapid drumming to bring in the chorus of the climax.
"Even if there are thousands of songs in the future, floating on my road in the distance, even if there are thousands of stars in the evening, brighter than tonight's moon …"
Yang Yi hit the drum according to the rhythm and sang with emotion.
Only he, relying on his vigorous aura and extraordinary body coordination, was able to beat the drum and sing without being affected at the same time.
However, Murphy didn't think too much about these meaningless things. She looked at Yang Yi with blurred eyes, and was almost intoxicated by Yang Yi's cadence at this moment!
Yang Yi also looked at her affectionately, and with that very seductive singing voice, he hummed, "Can't compare to this night's beauty, can't wash away my thoughts tonight, ah ha … because you're singing with me tonight!"
Murphy bit her lower lip, and her cheeks turned slightly red.
No one was willing to sing only half of this song. Although it was just a demonstration, Yang Yi still sang the whole song. In the end, he even hummed the last part of the song under the steady drumming.
"How is it? This song is good, right? "Yang Yi still wanted to continue singing, so he smiled and said to Murphy.
However, Murphy rolled her eyes at him and pretended to be unhappy.
"What's wrong?" Yang Yi asked with a smile.
"You're so bad!" Murphy said angrily, "Such a good song, I can't wait to hear it, but you actually bewitched me and said that you would change it to another song!"
"Hey, hey, hey, how is that bewitching? Was your language taught by a PE teacher? "Yang Yi laughed. He knew that Murphy was just playing with him! Sometimes, the young couple quarreled, which was also a reflection of the fun in life.
"Yes, I was bewitched! Your language was taught by a PE teacher! "
While the two of them were bickering, Tong Tong became very interested in the drum set that his father was playing. He started to blabber and finally attracted his father's attention.
"Why, you want to play?" Yang Yi laughed and handed a drumstick to the little guy.
The drumstick was not heavy, so Tong Tong could hold it. Moreover, his ability to imitate was beyond his parents' expectations. Murphy carried him to the drum set, and the little guy excitedly waved his little arms and started to hit the drum.
"Hee hee, hee hee!" The little guy was so happy that he even turned his head to look at his father and grinned, as if to say: Dad, look, I can hit the drum too!
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