853 The Future Is A Thousand Thousand Que Songs (3/3)

Chapter 853: The Future Is A Thousand Thousand Que Songs (33)

"If you think these songs are not good, let's change another batch? Let's sing more relaxed and pleasant, how about?"

Murphy was beside the crib, bent down, tidied up Xiao Jiao's clothes, and was about to carry him out for a walk, Yang Yi leaned on the wall on one side and asked softly.

"Don't..." Murphy rolled his eyes, "The song is good, why can't it work?"

"Didn't you say they were too cruel?"

"It's abusive! These songs are so sad!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Since you don't like it, why do you force yourself to sing these songs? It's not like I can't come up with other songs for you!"

Murphy innocently blinked at Yang Yi and said, "Who told you that I don't like these songs?"

"Do you like it?" Yang Yi was a little confused.

"Yes, I heard you play the saxophone just now, the melody is so beautiful! How could I not like such a good song!" Murphy took Xiao Jiao out, the little guy grabbed his mother's shirt with one hand, but Very attentive, he reached out to Dad with his other hand.

"Baba!" Xiao Jiao shook his little hand, it seemed that at this moment he was more interested in the father who was teasing him just now.

Yang Yi took Xiao Jiao, but he was still confused and continued to ask Murphy: "But, you just said that it is very cruel!"

"Burning one's heart is one thing, liking it is another. Although it's hard to read these lyrics, I can't help but like them. These songs should be very interesting to sing!" Murphy giggled. He got up, saw Yang Yi's stupid look, and said, "Oh, you don't understand women, the more abused women are, the more they like them!"

is not that right? In those years, who watched those bitter dramas of neighboring countries with snot and tears, but liked it so much?

woman...

Yang Yi was a little speechless: "Okay, if you like it, I'm also worried that you don't like this type, because I plan to create a sad special for you."

"Okay! However, you teach me to sing these three songs first, and I just listened to the song "The Most Familiar Stranger"." Murphy pressed his hands on the low cabinet and said to Yang Yi with great interest .

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, which one do you listen to first?"

"Let's do it! The lyrics of "A Thousand Thousand Que" are also very sad, but compared to the others, they are slightly lighter and less straightforward. Let's go from shallow to deep, and take your time." Murphy murmured with his eyes wandering.

"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 he had heard in his previous life, pondered for a while, and said, "Let me sing you a male voice, a female voice. We'll be working on it then. But for the male version, I'll have to play the drums."

For the male version, Yang Yi will of course imitate Leslie Cheung's singing.

"Then I'll hold your son for you." Murphy became interested and hugged Xiao Jiao.

"Hey, Baba!" The little guy didn't want to, he hadn't started playing with his father yet! When he got to his mother's arms, he pouted again and started making trouble.

Fortunately, Yang Yi sat in front of the drum set, bang dong dong bang, and then played a set of tricks of turning the stick with his fingertips, which suddenly attracted Xiao Jiao's attention.

The little guy forgot his opinion about his mother just now. He opened his big round eyes and looked at his father in surprise. He seemed to be shocked by his father's great performance, and he seemed to be using his little head. Trying to figure out what Daddy is doing!

Yang Yi teased his son, then he came down seriously and began to sing the first few lines: "Looking back slowly, the night that once belonged to each other. Honghong is still you, give me the sunshine in my heart..."

It's actually a Cantonese song!

Murphy had previously thought that the sentence structure of these lyrics was a bit special, but she didn't study language so deeply that she couldn't tell at a glance which language's word order was.

However, classics are classics after all. Yang Yi only sang the first few lines, and Murphy was attracted by the rhythm and charm of the singing. She stood aside with Xiaojiao in her arms and watched eagerly, forgetting to sit down. down.

The reason why Leslie Cheung's singing can impress countless people is actually not the main reason for his singing skills - even if his singing skills are top-notch, the key is to be able to control his voice with affection, which many imitators cannot do!

With affection and sound, it means to give a strong emotion to the voice. What is rare is not artificial, what is rare is just right! With the addition of singing skills, he can easily express his talents and express his sincere emotions easily. Such songs can naturally impress the audience!

Yang Yi has not been able to achieve the level of Leslie Cheung for the time being, but with his broad vocal range, solid singing skills, and hard work in imitation, Yang Yi can sing a bit like a brother!

"It's a pity that I will be on each side, so I have to stare deeply at this moment..."

Like this sentence, the gentle pause between "this moment" and "stare at all", and the change of emotion, Murphy listened with an obsessed expression on the side.

At this time, Yang Yi played the drum set, as if using the rapid sound of the drum set to introduce the chorus of the high/tide part.

"In the future, there will be thousands of queer songs, floating on my road in the distance, and there will be thousands of night stars in the future, brighter than the moon tonight..."

Yang Yi sang affectionately while playing the drum according to the rhythm.

Only he, with his strong breath and his extraordinary physical coordination, can beat the drums and sing without being affected.

But Murphy would not ponder these meaningless things. She looked at Yang Yi with blurred eyes, and was almost intoxicated by Yang Yi's melodious singing at the moment!

Yang Yi was also staring at her affectionately, humming with that very seductive singing voice: "It's not as beautiful as this night, and I can't clear what I was thinking tonight, aha... because you are together tonight. I sing!"

Murphy bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed slightly.

No one is willing to sing only half of this song. Even though it was just a demonstration, Yang Yi sang the whole song. In the end, he hummed the final ending with the steady and increasingly vigorous drumbeat.

"How's it going? Isn't this song good?" Yang Yi said to Murphy with a smile, with some unfinished thoughts.

Murphy gave him a hygienic eye, and pretended to snort unhappily.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yi asked with a smile.

"You're too bad!" Murphy said angrily, "I can't ask for such a good song, but you actually bewitched me just now, saying that you can change me to another song!"

"Hey, hey, why is it called bewitching? You used to teach Chinese by a physical education teacher?" Yang Yi laughed, he knew that Murphy was playing with him! The sometimes noisy and noisy couple is also a manifestation of the interest in life.

"It's just bewitching! Your language is taught by the physical education teacher!"

When the two of them were bickering, Xiao Jiao became very interested in the drum kit that his father was playing just now. He screamed and finally caught his father's attention.

"What, do you want to play?" Yang Yi handed a drumstick to the little guy amusingly.

The drumsticks are not heavy, so Xiaojiao can hold them. Moreover, his ability to imitate was beyond the expectations of his parents. When Murphy held him next to the drum, the little guy excitedly waved his arms and hit the cymbal "clangingly".

"Hee hee, hee hee!" The little guy was having a good time, he turned his head to look at his father, grinned, and seemed to say, "Look at my father, I will knock too!"