Chapter 283 0283, Music Reality Show

"Don't forget, at 12 noon on September 15, "God's Domain" will be officially launched for public testing. Also, friends who like the song "Perfect World" can go to Penguin Music to purchase and download it. My live broadcast ends here today. Bye."

Yunfeng hung up the live broadcast connection.

He exhaled, and then raised his hand to gently touch his cheek.

These netizens are really hard to deal with. They don't even want him to sing, but ask him to play the flute, flute, and suona.

"It's on the hot search, it's on the hot search." Xia Dachuan came over with his mobile phone.

"And, it's on three at a time." Li Junyi was also checking his mobile phone.

"Today's Weibo hot search list is dominated by topics related to "God's Domain." Xiao Tianpeng roughly counted it.

Yunfeng also took out his mobile phone and took a look at the Weibo hot search list.

He has three hot searches, but they are all ranked relatively low.

They are:

34, Yunfeng wrote and sang the theme song of "God's Domain" by himself.

39, Yunfeng's new song "Perfect World".

52, Yunfeng showed the charm of playing wind instruments in the live broadcast.

The higher the ranking, the higher the exposure and topic.

However, as long as it can be on the list, it is good, which will help the sales of the song "Perfect World".

Many of Yunfeng's fans do not play games, so they did not pay attention to the online promotion live broadcast of "Divine Domain".

When they saw the micro circle of his new song, they went to Penguin Music to buy and download it.

His song was first released on Penguin Music, and it will be synchronized to major music platforms and Youxianqi FM network one month later.

At this time, the rain stopped and the sun shone on the earth again.

Several people were discussing whether to order takeout or go out for lunch.

Yunfeng received a call from Yan Lide.

"Xiao Yun, are you in school now?"

"Teacher."

"Have you had lunch?"

"Not yet."

"Then, come to my house and have a couple of drinks with me. I just have something to talk to you about."

"Okay, I'll be there now."

...

Yun Feng hung up the phone and said to his roommates, "Teacher Yan has something to talk to me about, so I won't eat with you."

Seeing that one person was missing, Xiao Tianpeng and the others were too lazy to go out, so they picked up their phones and started ordering takeout.

Yun Feng changed his shoes and left the dormitory.

Yan Lide lives in the family compound of the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, in the northeast corner of the school, not far from the student dormitory building, and it takes about ten minutes to walk there.

As soon as you enter the gate of the community, you will feel a cool breeze on both sides of the road, and you will hear a few birds singing occasionally, which makes people feel calm.

The building looks quite old, but because it is occupied by faculty and staff, the front and inside of the building are very clean.

This is the first time Yun Feng has been to Yan Lide's house.

After going upstairs, he looked at the house number, reached out and rang the doorbell, and soon a voice of "I'm here" came from inside.

A middle-aged woman in her forties opened the door. She was of average height, about 1.678 meters, with a round face, willow-shaped eyebrows, big eyes and a high nose bridge. She was well-maintained and looked relatively young.

This was Yan Lide's wife, named Wang Fang, a music teacher at the Shanghai Normal University Affiliated High School.

"Teacher's wife." Yunfeng shouted.

"It's Xiaoyun, come in quickly." Wang Fang smiled as soon as she heard the name.

Yunfeng raised his hand and said, "This is some local specialties for the teacher and his wife."

Wang Fang said with a hint of reproach, "Come here, what else do you bring? I haven't finished eating the ones you sent last week."

Yunfeng laughed and said, "It's not a valuable thing."

It was his first visit, so he couldn't go empty-handed.

Wang Fang took it and said, "Don't do it again."

Yunfeng changed his slippers and just entered the living room when he heard Yan Lide's voice coming from one of the rooms: "Xiaoyun is here!"

Wang Fang said immediately: "Your teacher is writing in the study, you can chat, I still have two dishes."

Hearing what the teacher's wife said, Yunfeng responded with a "hmm" and walked into the study.

The study is very small.

Because this house is not big, it has three bedrooms and a living room, more than 100 square meters.

But although it is small, it has everything, including desks, bookshelves, calligraphy and paintings.

Yan Lide was standing in front of the desk writing calligraphy.

This is one of his hobbies. Although he did not reach the level of composing lyrics, he also passed the advanced calligraphy exam.

Yunfeng stood quietly aside and glanced at the desk, and saw the ten words "Lingling on the seven strings, listening to the cold pine wind."

This is Liu Changqing's "Listening to the Piano".

The last sentence is "Although the ancient tunes are loved, many people today do not play them."

Yunfeng knew this poem.

The meaning is that the clear and melodious sound of the zither comes from the zither. Listening to the sound quietly, it feels like the cold wind blowing into the pine forest. Although there are scholars who love this wonderful ancient music, few zither players play it now.

The whole poem goes from praising the sound of the zither to lamenting fashion. It uses the ancient tune to express the regret of not being appreciated and having few soulmates, revealing the poet's lofty self-admiration and extraordinary sentiment.

At this moment, the study is a quiet scene.

Yan Lide is continuing to complete this calligraphy.

Yunfeng is guessing the teacher's intention.

However...

He has no clue at all.

Is it to remind him that he should not follow the crowd and should stick to his own style?

But most songs are systematic.

Or, create more Chinese style songs?

This is very likely, and it's not a big problem for him.

While Yunfeng was thinking wildly.

Yan Lide put away his pen, nodded slightly at his handwriting, and then asked him: "Xiaoyun, how are you doing?"

Yunfeng said very straightforwardly: "Teacher, I don't know calligraphy, but your calligraphy is very beautiful. The color, shape, thickness, dryness and wetness, discontinuity and rotation, thickness and thickness are all infinitely variable and versatile."

"Haha." Yan Lide laughed loudly and said, "I just like your confession."

People like to listen to nice words rather than true words. This is the biggest fault of people.

Therefore, when we speak, we must add appropriate compliments.

Are compliments equal to flattery?

Compliments are not the same as flattery. Most people mix these two kinds of words together and cannot distinguish them clearly, leading to serious misunderstandings. They think that bragging and flattering are necessary conditions for success. In fact, successful people do not brag or flatter, but pretend to be successful. It has to be like bragging and flattering.

In other words, use the form of bragging and flattery to tell the well-founded truth.

Although Yunfeng's emotional intelligence is not very high due to his previous life as an orphan and the personality of the "Yunfeng" academic master, the various theories are consistent.

Yan Lide put away the words on the desk and said: "'Good work comes from diligence, waste comes from play; success comes from thinking, failure comes from casualness'. If you have time, don't always think about making money. How old are you?" , take some time out, calm down and settle yourself.”

Yunfeng knew that the teacher was doing it for his own good, and he was very moved and said, "Teacher, I know."

He did the same thing. He stopped reading novels, comics, and songs last semester to strengthen his own study and improve his own quality.

Yan Lide nodded, without further ado, he laid a new piece of paper on the desk, made room for it, and said, "Try it."

Yunfeng didn't hesitate, he walked straight to the desk, reached out and picked up the brush, dipped the ink on the inkstone, and started writing in a decent manner.

But he had never touched a calligraphy brush in his two lives. At first, he thought that since he could write well with a fountain pen, he could also easily control calligraphy with a calligraphy brush.

The result can be seen just by looking at the words on the paper. To describe it in one sentence - you can tell what words are written.

Yan Lide laughed and said, "Teacher, there is finally something that can surpass you."

Yunfeng looked at the calligraphy written by himself on the writing paper and felt very embarrassed.

"With your understanding, you can write well if you practice more." Yan Lide patted his shoulder and continued: "There are many benefits of practicing calligraphy. The moment you write each stroke, your heart will move and your mind will move." Along with the flow, the feelings will also arise. If you practice the calligraphy diligently, you will keep your mind in a stable state without losing vitality, and you can achieve a state of being able to move forward and forward freely. "

Yunfeng nodded, this is okay.

Yan Lide smiled lightly and said: "When I leave later, I will give you a set of 'pen, ink, paper and inkstone'."

Yunfeng opened his mouth and said, "Thank you, teacher."

Yan Lide motioned to sit down on the small sofa next to him and chat, then picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea.

Drinking tea is another hobby of his, and it has successfully developed into Yunfeng's hobby.

Yan Lide put down his teacup and said, "I came here to tell you something. China Radio and Television has produced a music reality show called 'Chinese Good Songs', which focuses on discovering original good music. The program team The general director found the principal and gave our school three places.”

Yunfeng took a sip of tea calmly.

this……

Another variety show that can only be found on earth.

In the future, will there be variety shows such as "The King of Masked Singer", "The Voice of China", "Godsent Voice" and so on?

He feels that it is very possible. There are only a few types of programs, and it will only happen sooner or later.

Yan Lide paused and continued: "The principal called me and wanted to give you a place. However, I did not reply to him and wanted you to make your own decision."

According to Yunfeng's character, he naturally asked if there was any appearance fee first, but Yan Lide had just written that poem and said those words, so he couldn't ask so directly.

Yunfeng fell silent immediately.

Yan Lide picked up the teapot and poured tea, and after drinking a cup, he said: "The principal wants to use the program "Chinese Good Songs" to promote the Magic City Conservatory of Music to the outside world, and you are the most suitable candidate. "

This is the truth.

Although Yang An is in charge of the facade, he has graduated many years ago.

Yunfeng thought about it for a moment. He had more than 20,000 achievements as a cross-border professional [singer] and could customize two songs. If the competition format was similar to the "Chinese Good Songs" on Earth, it would require one or two original songs.

In his eyes, this is a good opportunity.

China Radio and Television Station, equivalent to CCTV on earth, has its own traffic.

Then, you can increase your popularity and song sales through the program "Chinese Good Songs".

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and said: "Teacher, I want to participate."

Yan Lide glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said, "It's okay. The program "Chinese Good Songs" is not like the program "I Am a Singer". It can more or less exercise your ability to write lyrics and compose music. Anyway, what I'm teaching this semester is You have basically mastered a lot of things.”

Yunfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, expecting to be lectured by him.

Yan Lide then imparted some skills and experience in songwriting. This lecture was like a class, he talked endlessly and drank up a pot of tea.

It wasn't until Wang Fang opened the door and asked them both to go out for dinner that they stopped.

The lunch at Yan Lide's house was very simple. Actually, because Yunfeng was invited over, some dishes were added.

Four dishes and one soup, one steamed turbot, one braised eggplant, one stir-fried pork liver, and one garlic water spinach. The soup was kelp and pork ribs soup.

Although it looked simple, it was fragrant and very appetizing.

After sitting down.

Yan Lide said to Wang Fang: "Wife, go get the bottle of red wine that Linlin brought back during the Chinese New Year. Xiaoyun and I will have a couple of drinks."

Yunfeng touched his nose and thought he was drinking beer or white wine.

Yan Lide sighed and said: "This red wine was bought by my daughter from some Latour winery. I can't get used to it. I opened a bottle during the Chinese New Year and it went bad. There is one bottle left. You can share some for the teacher."

Latour?

Yunfeng had only heard of Lafite when it came to red wine.

Because the "82 Lafite" joke was very popular on Earth in the previous life.

In fact, whether in the last life or this life, he didn't like drinking very much.

In addition, that "Yunfeng" died because he drank fake wine to relieve his sorrow, so he usually doesn't drink if he can.

Of course, there are exceptions in special circumstances, like now.

And this Latour red wine has a strong smell of smoke and baking, mixed with some unclear smells.

In short, it feels very strange and complicated.

No wonder Yan Lide can't get used to it.

I guess this bottle will go bad again.

After leaving Yan Lide's house, Yunfeng went straight back to the dormitory.

"Are you... going to paint Chinese paintings?" Xia Dachuan asked curiously when he saw him holding a set of brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

"No, these are for practicing calligraphy." Yunfeng explained.

Upon hearing this, Li Junyi turned his chair around and said seriously: "My calligraphy attainments are extraordinary. If you want to be my disciple, I will teach you how to write."

Yunfeng snorted and said, "Get lost!"

Li Junyi was not angry either, and said, "I'm not kidding. My grandpa has taught me to write calligraphy since I was three years old."

Yunfeng squinted at him, looking like he didn't believe it.

Li Junyi rolled up his sleeves, moved a small table, and said, "Come on, let me show you my skills."

It's not to mention that it's a bit like spreading paper, grinding ink, and writing.

In a blink of an eye.

On the paper, eight characters were written in a flamboyant style - the king of cross-border, Chaoyun Muyu.

"Papapapapa..."

Yunfeng and others immediately gave applause.

Li Junyi winked and said, "How is it, okay?"

"Enough!"

"It's okay, Junyi."

"Awesome."

...

After a round of praise.

Li Junyi put away his smug smile and said, "By the way, Teacher Yan asked you to go, didn't he just want you to come back to practice calligraphy?"

Yunfeng shook his head and said, "There is a music reality show that wants me."

The three of them immediately became interested.