Chapter 1116 Genius

"Feng, what are you talking about? You want me to find you a musician who will record the score?" Kirilenko was a little confused. If Feng wanted to find a few songs for Elena, he could just find someone to write them. Listen What does Feng Yu mean, why does it seem like he wants to write songs by himself?

But if you write your own songs, don't you just write them out? Why do you still find someone to record the scores?

"Several melodies appeared in my mind, I hummed them, and someone recorded them." Although Feng Yu can play the guitar, he doesn't have that ability. He can write a melody directly, unless he holds the guitar and tries to record it one by one. , that's too much trouble.

"Do you want it now?"

"Well, I'm afraid I'll forget it later. By the way, I need a translator. The Chinese lyrics I wrote are translated into Russian. I always feel that something is missing."

"Okay, then wait a minute, I'll make a call."

An hour later, a gray-haired old man stepped off the helicopter and entered the opera house of the Kirilenko estate. As for the translation, there is one in the manor itself.

"Feng, this is Mr. Pudovkin, our famous musician in Moscow. You only need to sing it once, and he promises to write the complete piece."

Feng Yu began to whistle a piece of music. Pudovkin didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after listening to a few pieces, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

This melody is so beautiful, and it is clearly their Russian style. Is it really written by this Chinese person?

After Feng Yu finished playing, Pudovkin sat next to the piano and played without stopping. Feng Yu closed his eyes and listened, and it was exactly the same as the tune he played just now, it's amazing!

Feng Yu continued to play the tune of another song, and Pudovkin still memorized it in one pass, remembering two tunes in a row without any confusion.

After recording the three tunes, Feng Yu stopped. The few Soviet-style Huaxia songs that impressed him the most, there are only four in total.

"Birch Forest", "Lake Baikal", "Ten Minutes of a Lifetime", "Twilight in Moscow", one by Hackberry, two by Li Jian, and one by Shuimunianhua, are all out-and-out Soviet style, of course It can also be said to be Russian style.

Bai Hualin had already been sung by Feng Yu, and the remaining three songs have not yet been published.

For the sake of Elena, Feng Yu would have to be a fake songwriter again.

After a while, the translator with the Chinese lyrics given by Feng Yu also came, and handed over the translated lyrics to Feng Yu. Feng Yu took a look, and there were a few places that were indeed different from his own translation. After all, Feng Yu was not a professional translator. It may be a synonym, but the meaning expressed is completely different.

When Feng Yu gently sang the lyrics of Lake Baikal in Russian, Pudovkin played the piano with a very enjoyable expression.

After the song was over, Pudovkin actually took the initiative to applaud, and then asked: "Mr. Feng, this song is very nice, but it doesn't seem to suit your voice. Do you mind if I give this song to someone else?"

Wipe, be despised!

Well, Feng Yu admitted that his voice is not very good, what's more, these songs are sung for Elena, and her voice is much stronger than his.

"Mr. Pudovkin, I wrote this song for someone else, I'm sorry."

Pudovkin was a little excited: "Mr. Feng, this kind of good song must be sung by the right person, otherwise the taste will be wrong, and the pearl will be dusted!"

Feng Yu waved to Elena who was sitting on the side, and Elena walked over quickly.

"Eileen, sing a few lines for Mr. Pudovkin."

Elena didn't remember everything, but she still sang a few lines along with the music. Pudovkin's eyes lit up. This voice is very suitable for this kind of song. Are these songs written for her? It's a genius to be able to sing like this after one listen.

Pudovkin listened to Feng Yu sing all three songs, then took the lyrics over, changed a little bit, and sang it again by himself.

Although the translator is professional, he doesn't understand music. Some words have the same meaning, but the pronunciation is slightly different.

After such a change, the song became more beautiful.

"Thank you Mr. Pudovkin for your help, and please help me arrange the music well. After we have collected enough songs for an album, we will officially release the film for her."

Today's singers are no longer the old-fashioned records, and there are even fewer tapes. Most of them are CDs and DVDs. Of course, not every song can be filmed as an MV, only the title song can, otherwise the cost will be too high.

"No problem, the other songs are also entrusted to me. I will help write them, or find a friend to write songs that suit the style of these songs, and make an album for her. Little girl, are you interested? , come to my company for development?" Pudovkin saw the talent, and couldn't help soliciting.

Kirilenko raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Pudovkin, don't you think she looks familiar? Just to remind you, she is a dancer."

Dancing? Dancing and singing so nice? Do not make jokes. Wait, is it her?

"Is she the Elena from the ballet?!"

Pudovkin was a little dejected. Others are already the lead dancers of one of the best ballet companies in the world, and they have reached the pinnacle of their careers. How could they come to his company as a newcomer singer?

Elena gently shook Feng Yu's arm, her eyes full of anticipation for Pudovkin's invitation, this is a well-known musician in Russia, and even in the whole of Eastern Europe.

Feng Yu then said: "Mr. Pudovkin, although Elena cannot join your company, she can be your student as long as you are willing to teach her."

Pudovkin was overjoyed: "Of course, I am willing to pass on what I have learned all my life to her. Her voice is one of the most beautiful voices I have ever heard. Sir, are you interested in providing us with high-quality voices for a long time?" song?"

Feng Yu rolled his eyes, what kind of eyes, does brother seem to be a person who makes a living by selling songs? △≧miào△≧bi△≧gé△≧

Seeing Feng Yu's attitude, Pudovkin knew Feng Yu's thoughts. He sighed: "The Chinese people are really talented. I once heard a song called "Birch Forest". It was written by a Chinese middle school student, do you know him?"

Feng Yu couldn't help being a little proud of being praised so much and being a famous Russian musician.

It was useless for him to say, Elena rushed to say: "Teacher, that song was also written by Mr. Feng." After finishing speaking, she showed adoring eyes and looked at Feng Yu, which made Feng Yu even more proud.

Pudovkin's eyes widened. The one in front of him is the genius boy back then? With such a talent in music, no matter how you listen to him, it seems that he didn't intend to take this path, what a pity, what a pity!

"I promise, within three months, Alina's singing ability will be greatly improved! At that time, the album can be recorded."

Feng Yu said with a smile: "So please Mr. Pudovkin."

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