Chapter 78: Pork stuffed glutinous rice balls? 【New book asking for everything】
Deng Ziqi’s music room is not small, it seems larger than any other space.
Drums, guitars and, most prominently, a piano are eye-catching.
Guo Qilin couldn't help but take another look. His intuition told him that this piano was definitely not cheap.
"You sit down, you sit down wherever you want. I'm going to play it for you now. I always feel that there are still some elements missing. I would like to ask you to give me some advice. My mind is in a mess right now.
I can hardly think of anything. ”
Guo Qilin could see her confusion, how could she look so busy otherwise.
Sitting in front of the piano, Deng Ziqi calmed down and tried his best to look energetic. After all, there were outsiders around. Then he pressed lightly with his slender fingers, and a familiar melody floated out leisurely.
Filled in the entire large music room.
The song "Like You" uses a combination of slow rock and tender melody, which is a bit refreshing in the Hong Kong music scene.
But singer Huang Jiaju's slightly hoarse interpretation makes the song tender and moving, especially touching and sentimental.
So the whole song has a sad melody.
If Deng Ziqi wants to sing a cover, he definitely can't do it in this way, and his style must change drastically.
At the same time, her voice softly sang the lyrics along with the piano melody.
"The drizzle brings the wind and soaks the streets at dusk~
Wiping off the rain, my eyes looked up for no reason~
Looking at the lonely evening light~
It’s that sad memory~
…”
Listening to her voice, Guo Qilin smiled silently, and instantly had certain perceptions and suggestions in his mind.
He really appreciates what the system has given him.
Singing experience has allowed him to improve his singing skills, and singing skills are not just decades of singing training, but also comprehensive music experience.
Taken together, it is the number of years of singing experience that the system says.
These experiences are not inferior to those of some singers who go to famous music academies to study and their own thinking and knowledge in the music path.
Otherwise, he would not have the ability to arrange songs and write songs.
And after gaining these experiences, Guo Qilin feels that he is full of inspiration in songwriting.
For example, in his childhood, he longed for a beautiful childhood. Songs and tunes came to him naturally and were composed after a little thought.
This is not system traction, but the result of decades of experience.
Unknowingly, in Deng Ziqi's singing, he was looking forward to the future system.
It's a pity that the cooling time is too long, but he is also satisfied.
Decades of experience are enough for him to use.
"I like you (Black Pineapple), those eyes are moving~~
Laughter is more charming~~
I wish I could caress you again~~
That cute face~~
Holding hands and talking in sleep~~
Like yesterday, you and I~~"
Deng Ziqi finished playing the entire song on the piano in front of Guo Qilin, and immediately turned around and asked with expectant eyes.
"How do you feel when you listen to it? This is my current arrangement. Do you have any suggestions?" "It feels a little different from the sadness of the original song."
"Yes!!" Deng Ziqi sat on the piano chair and affirmed his words with an accent, "What I want to express is to cherish the people in front of me, and tell my fans that love must be spoken loudly.
I also very much hope to bring such a legendary band and such a legendary song to everyone, I believe it will be amazing. ”
"It seems like it's great to be your fan." Guo Qilin sincerely envies her attitude towards music. It seems that making music is the happiest thing, but it took him so long to find his own way.
I don’t know exactly what this path will be like, but looking at her love for music, I unconsciously feel certain.
Deng Ziqi looked at him and felt a little embarrassed when he suddenly reacted. After all, he said in King of Masked Singer that he was also his fan. Was there something behind his words?
Started to speak awkwardly.
"They have always supported me in singing."
"In this case, I think this song can be closer to pop music, which may be more suitable for the current music style, and add a little more vitality. Didn't you say you want to get it in a concert?"
"Pop music? Vitality?" Deng Ziqi's eyes turned thoughtful. While thinking, he pressed the black and white keys of the piano with his fingers to give a simple melody.
It started out as a simple melody, but later on it changed more and more, until it felt completely different from what she sang just now.
At this moment, her eyes lit up, as if she had figured out something, and it felt more and more right, and the whole song lost its original flavor.
Because of matters related to her former company, she has not dared to change much when arranging her own songs. She will only follow the style of the original song, which was the case just now, without completely breaking away from the singing style of her predecessors.
But based on Guo Qilin's experience, she directly believed that a small adaptation of that level was inappropriate, so she jumped out of it with one sentence.
It's better to give new energy, new feelings.
At this moment, Deng Ziqi did it, and inspiration poured in instantly. Amidst the bursts of melody, she thought about how to rearrange it.
Arrangement is very important for songs, and Deng Ziqi, the little queen with iron lungs, has terrifying talent and strength.
Even if the other party just says something, he will be able to lean in the right direction.
Singing it again for the last time, Deng Ziqi's face was filled with smiles, "I understand, is this how it feels? Thank you so much. How can I thank you? Let me make you another cup of tea."
Her smile was as bright as the sun. Guo Qilin couldn't look straight at how happy she was.
But he didn't help much. He gave a general direction, but he didn't confirm the details. She realized it by herself.
If he were to adapt it, the tone might be the same, but the details would be different, and it would take a while.
It's not like she understood the direction at once.
She debuted as a teenager, a walking CD, and now the little queen with an iron lung, how can it be simple.
"I didn't do anything, you wrote it yourself."
"It was the direction you told me. My inspiration came to me all of a sudden. I want...how can I thank you?"
Deng Ziqi got up from the chair and didn't know what to do. He looked left and right, and seemed to be unable to find anything to be grateful for. Suddenly a pair of beautiful eyes lit up, "By the way, are you hungry? We have been busy for so long. Time, you must be hungry, I will make you a midnight snack.”
"Supper? Are you having a midnight snack at this time?" Guo Qilin took a look at the time and found that it was indeed not early. It was already past nine o'clock. It was not too little time for the two of them to waste time on a song just now.
"No need to bother."
"Don't worry, I bought a lot of pork dumplings and put them in the refrigerator. Just boil them in water. You wait, you must wait for me."
Fearing that Guo Qilin would suddenly leave, Deng Ziqi rushed from the music room to the kitchen, but Guo Qilin didn't understand one thing, "What? Are there pork dumplings in glutinous rice balls?"
"Of course. I eat it often. I'll cook it for you."
(End of chapter)