An Expert Is actually By My Side

　　 Hao Yun admitted that this kind of thing like opening a trumpet and adding one's own roommate is indeed not done by a man.

　　 But he really didn't expect to be banned, and he didn't say anything too much?

　　 even gave 5 stars!

　　 There was no class the next morning, Liang Ziyuan didn't say a word, and left with the guitar on his back, probably where he went to record his new single.

　　 To be honest, Hao Yun really admires this guy.

　　 has been sprayed for three years and still insists on making music. If this is not love, then he will never believe in love in his entire life.

　　 "Brother Ziyuan, what did you do? Go out in the morning with your guitar on his back."

"It's probably to find a cool place to entertain yourself. Don't sing in the dormitory anyway," Zhu Kening rubbed his face with his hands and muttered in his mouth, "I have a meeting in the afternoon, no The leaders in the young courtyard are all there. I'll sleep a little longer, you guys keep your voice down."

　　 Zheng Xueqian: "……"

　　 Hao Yun: "……"

　　 **** you!

　　 You move the most in the whole bedroom!

　　 If you must choose between brother Ziyuan’s singing and Kening’s snoring, Hao Yun thinks Liang Ziyuan’s singing is more "pleasing to the eye".

　　 After all, no matter how noisy the former is, there is a cooling time, and Shinichiren also passed.

　　The latter, it can last all night without stopping...

　　 It hasn't been a long time since Zhu Kening's bed has heard heavy breathing.

　　 Needless to say, the storm has already brewed a prelude.

　　 Zheng Xueqian glanced at Hao Yun and said with his eyes: Do you have any arrangements for the morning?

　　 Hao Yun glanced back at him: just stroll around.

　　 80% would be wrong, Zheng Xueqian was taken aback, and returned his surprised look: self-study? So early?

　　 Hao Yun nodded and replied with his eyes: Otherwise, it's so noisy here? Can you still sleep?

　　 barely understood what he meant, Zheng Xueqian's eyes gradually became firm, and he nodded: OK! I'll go too!

　　 After giving the words with his eyes, he turned over and got out of bed, quickly packed his textbooks into his schoolbag, leaving Hao Yun with a dazed face, and the wind was gone.

　　……

　　 The snoring in the bedroom is getting louder and louder, it is too difficult to sleep in the bed.

　　 Thinking of the recording studio Lin Mengmeng had told himself before, Hao Yun got out of the bed and washed briefly, then put on his clothes and left the dormitory.

　　 On the way to the school gate, he casually sent a WeChat message to Lin Mengmeng.

　　 [Where is the recording studio you mentioned before? 】

　　 I thought it would take a while to return, but he didn't expect that when he was about to turn off the screen, Lin Mengmeng's message sent a coordinate.

　　 followed closely, and there was a "dog surprised" expression that looked like Ah Huang's son.

　　 [Do you really want to learn music? (be surprised)】

　　 Hao Yun typed his reply easily.

　　【What did I lie to you? 】

　　 Lin Mengmeng: [Ah...Alright. Then come on, if it’s just a musical problem, you can ask me if you don’t understand! 】

　　 Seeing this line of words, Hao Yun was moved by the thought of yesterday's experience of being blacked out.

　　淦!

　　 Look at people!

　　 Is this the kind of musician's temperament?

　　Hey, the only flaw is that if this guy's talent is music, Hao Yun would definitely leave her the chance to become a **** without saying a word.

　　 didn't want her or anything, just wanted to go.

　　 But unfortunately, the talent of people who have the potential to become a singer is acting.

　　 Hao Yun started to wonder if there was something wrong with the broken system.

　　 left the school gate and arrived at the destination within a long time.

　　 I have to say that the place recommended by Lin Mengmeng is really good. Both the decoration of the entrance and the temperament of the staff look very professional...Although let him say where the profession is, he may not be able to say it.

　　 The only flaw in the ointment is probably the price.

　　 The piano room and recording studio are charged by the hour. Basically, the price fluctuates between 100 and 1,000 per hour according to the different instruments and equipment. The discount is discounted after ten o'clock in the evening. It feels similar to an Internet cafe?

　　 It would be relatively cheaper if you buy a day package, but the price is not close to the people no matter how you look at it, at least it doesn’t seem to be something students can consume.

　　 As for those VIP rooms that don’t know what professional equipment is used, Hao Yun has selectively ignored them.

　　 Mom, what an instrument is so expensive, with diamonds!

　　 Even if it’s set with diamonds, it won’t be tens of thousands of money when you touch it, right?

　　 Fortunately, the heat of 2048 has not passed, and the follow-up income is not bad. Although the consumption here is a bit more expensive, Hao Yun is not too unaffordable, so he directly spent 5,000 yuan to set up an ordinary member.

　　 Hao Yun didn't look like a veteran, and the young lady who helped him apply for the card immediately smiled and said.

　　 "Sir, do you need professional guidance?"

　　 Hao Yun: "Professional guidance?"

　　 Is there such a good thing?

　　 Ms. Sister smiled slightly: "Yes, if you are interested in piano, we have instructors of different prices that can provide one-to-one teaching——"

　　 Khan!

　　 It turned out to be charged.

　　 Hao Yun quickly waved his hand and declined.

　　 "No need, just find me a recording studio with piano!"

　　 At last he left the young lady who was selling the class perfunctorily. Hao Yun locked the door and walked to the center next to the piano with a deep breath.

　　 Looking at the bright black and white keys, he couldn't help but stretched out his right hand, and his index finger gently stroked the smooth keys.

　　Although this is probably the first time he has touched a piano in his life, the touch is indeed as strange as he expected, but somehow, behind the stranger, there is a trace of deja vu that is not easily detectable.

just like……

　　 He used to fiddle with this stuff before.

　　 "Is this Meng Po Tang not licked clean..."

　　Isn't the previous life a game planner?

　　 Hao Yun shook his head with a headache, then pulled the chair away and sat down in front of the piano, put his hands up, learned the posture of the pianists in the movie, and pressed the first key.

　　Mi——

　　 The melodious piano sound reverberates in the recording studio.

　　 humming a familiar melody softly, he pressed the second and third keys with jerky movements.

　　So——xi——

　　 At the same time, he sang in a deep voice.

　　 "The bustling sound escaped into the empty door and broke the world..."

　　 "The dream is cold, and there are several copies of the love debts for a lifetime."

　　 "If you default..."

　　 "Life and death wait..."

　　 "Waiting for the annual rings one after another--"

　　 It feels coming slowly.

　　 is like a fireflies that flashes brightly.

　　 Grabbing the wreckage of the memory, and the inspiration from the dark, Hao Yun's ten fingers followed the rhythm from the depths of his soul, striking a jerky and firm beat on the black and white keys.

　　 Admittedly, this is not an etude for beginners.

　　 also does not have any piano textbooks, and will write such popular repertoires into its first unit.

　　 But there is no doubt that this is the one that suits him best.

　　 Because only this piece of music can bring him such a familiar feeling through the fog of memory.

　　 is only when he is playing this piece, he does not need a teacher, nor does he need any reference book guidance.

　　 just follow the feeling.

　　 is like following instinct...

　　 "The rain is plentiful, and the old hometown is deep with vegetation."

　　 "I heard that you still guard the lonely city——"

　　The intuition from the depths of the soul seems to be holding his hands, manipulating the puppet named Melody, over and over again, and over and over again faster than over again...

　　 is also more skilled!

　　 "The sound of herding flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that Nomura——"

　　 "The fate is born, we..."

　　 I don’t know how many times it reciprocates.

　　 until the sunset outside the window.

　　 When the last note fell, Hao Yun let out a long sigh, feeling the silence in the recording studio, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

　　 "It's just like writing a wheel..."

　　 is just one day. He has gone from being a piano novice with no basics to now, not only can play the piano accompaniment of "Fireworks Easy to Cold" smoothly and perfectly, and even play the piano version of the whole song with chords.

　　 Thanks to this, he even feels that even if he picks up other music scores, he can play like that.

　　 Of course, the premise is that **** is not particularly difficult.

　　 But again, even if it is difficult, it is not a big problem.

　　 After waiting for him, the music attribute points are piled up, and through the memory fragments, he unlocks a few more Beethoven or Mozart tunes and familiarizes it a few times, and the proficiency of the skills naturally rises.

　　 "It's a pity..."

　　 "It seems that the attributes of music only affect the mastery speed of music-related skills, at most it can make the fingers a little more flexible, but it will not affect the timbre of singing."

　　 His voice is relatively more youthful. Although he considers himself very magnetic, he still can't sing the charm of Jay Chou, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com can't sing the vicissitudes of Lin Zhixuan's version.

　　 If he came to sing, it might be difficult for the big fire, but the small fire is still okay.

　　 After all, the writers and composers are big guys, no matter how much the singer's timbre is reduced, the strength of the song itself is also there.

　　 However, these flaws were innocent at all.

　　 Although he can't sing, his tool man can do it.

　　 Although the advantages may not be learned, but at least the words are unclear, his Ziyuan brothers can be said to be stubborn!

　　 Otherwise, this guy would not have been singing in the dormitory for so long, and no one could understand which mandarin he was singing in.

　　 Squeeze a little bit in terms of timbre, and sing that kind of hanging smell and vicissitudes of life, there shouldn't be a big problem!

　　 As for myself...

　　 Hao Yun had never thought of being a singer, and was even less interested in living a life that has attracted much attention.

　　 If possible, he still wants to make a fortune in a muffled voice, standing behind the scenes brushing attribute points and memory fragments.

　　 As for the troublesome thing...

　　There are so many tool people around, so why should he take care of everything himself.

　　 "...The next step is to record the pure piano version separately and upload it to Yinke.com for phishing."

　　 Good wine is not afraid of deep alleys, he is not afraid that fish will not take the bait.

　　 As long as this song can be on the new song chart, he doesn't worry that someone will not see it.

　　 As for the next thing...

　　 That's too simple.

　　 turned on the professional recording equipment next to him, and Hao Yun stretched, putting his hands on the piano keys.

　　 Even if this idiot has blocked his trumpet, it makes him somewhat uncomfortable, but who wants you to be the son of the grandfather?

　　 How can fathers and sons be angry.