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"Do you want to start learning from the basics, or do you want to learn quickly, as long as you can play a piece or two?" Yuan Yiyi asked while sitting on the piano chair in the music classroom.

Jiang Yu stood aside and said, "Of course I hope it can be done quickly. Well, can I sit down?"

"No, you have to respect the teacher," Yuan Yiyi said deliberately fiercely.

"Okay, Teacher Yuan," Jiang Yu didn't care, "That's right, I wrote a song and thought it would be better to use the piano accompaniment, so I came to learn from you."

"You really write songs?" Yuan Yiyi was surprised.

She always thought that Jiang Yu was joking, after all, this is a man who can sing Shandandan Blossoms at birthday parties.

Could it be that he really wrote a love song for Mimi?

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Jiang Yu took out the manuscript from her bag, "Come on, give me some pointers."

Yuan Yiyi looked at the crumpled thing, a little disgusted: "Why is it a draft paper?"

"That's why it's called a manuscript."

"Okay," Yuan Yiyi was speechless.

"Negative energy value from Yuan Yiyi, +23!"

She took the manuscript and read it.

5 minute later.

"The positive energy value from Yuan Yiyi, +66!"

"Did you really write this? Did you really write this?" She asked with her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

"Of course," Jiang Yu said boldly.

"Come on, come on, sit down, sit down," Yuan Yiyi pulled him to sit down.

"Can I sit down now, Teacher Yuan?" Jiang Yu sat down and teased.

Yuan Yiyi ignored him, and carefully smoothed out the crumpled manuscript and placed it on the piano stand.

Then face the score and play.

I have to say that Yuan Yiyi's piano playing skills are quite good. Although she just got the sheet music and played it for the first time, she still maintained a good level. Her slender fingers danced on the keys, and the melody of "In My Singing" flowed out.

At the end of the song, she rested her chin and commented: "Well, your song only has chords, it's very clean and bright, it's really a good choice to abandon those arrangements and use piano accompaniment."

"The verse is 17654325, and the chorus is 4536251, both of which are relatively versatile chords, and the beat is also commonly used in 2/4 time. No wonder you can write this song without knowing how to play the piano."

"Isn't that nice?" Jiang Yu asked weakly.

He really doesn't know much about music.

"That's not true," Yuan Yiyi picked up the manuscript and said while looking at it: "It's just that the chords are relatively popular. There is no surprise. After listening to the first melody, you can guess the latter, but it really sounds good."

This is why those Internet singers (tailors) and hands (sewing) of later generations like to set the "4536251" set of chords. It is easy to learn, and it really sounds good.

To put it simply, "4536251" is equivalent to the "retirement flow" in online novels. When you see a rich lady running to divorce, you can guess without looking at the back. .

In the same way, first-rate authors can write beautifully, but third-rate authors will only pretend to be foolish.

There is no doubt that "In My Song" belongs to the first-class kind.

"Your lyrics are really well written. There's a hint of sadness. It's not the kind of sad spring and autumn. It's very patterned in love songs." Yuan Yiyi looked at the lyrics on the manuscript, and the more she read it, the more she liked it.

That's the word, it's too scribbled!

There is also this crumpled draft paper, which was simply torn from the notebook.

While she was rejoicing, she couldn't help but give Jiang Yu a white look.

Such a good song, written on this kind of draft paper, is really ruined.

Could it be that talented people act so uniquely?

Jiang Yu laughed, "Thank you for the compliment, can you teach me now?"

"Well," Yuan Yiyi nodded, "Actually, if you just play it for the accompaniment, you don't need to play it very well, as long as you can play this song, you can ask a professional to accompany you when recording the song."

Jiang Yu nodded, "Yes, I think so too."

"That's easy, come on, let's start with the chorus."

"Wait a minute," Jiang Yu couldn't help but said, "Teacher Yuan, I have a question that I have hidden for many years, and I want to ask you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Jiang, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Why is the climax of a song called the chorus? Does the song also have a main and a sub-chorus?"

"Haha, Teacher Jiang is a good question for me. I have thought about it before," Yuan Yiyi said with a smile, "I heard from my teacher that this is a problem of translation."

"The modern Chinese music system is copied from the West. In the West, the climax of a song has to be sung repeatedly, so it was first translated as Fuge, repeating Fuge. Later, for some reason, the climax of a song was repeated. It became the chorus, since there is a chorus, there must be a verse, and it became what it is now."

"Hey, I've been working on it for a long time because of the translation," Jiang Yu finally figured out the problem, and complained, "It seems that there were a lot of parallel importers in the early batch of translators."

"Who says it's not? Many of the so-called masters in the Republic of China were parallel imports."

The two looked at each other and reached a consensus on this issue.

"Teacher Yuan is really wise to have such insights."

"Teacher Jiang is really talented to write such a song."

"Hahaha……"

The two laughed together.

……

three days later.

music classroom.

"Why is the world so big that you and I meet"

"Is it fate or God's will"

"You exist within the depths of my mind"

"In my heart, in my dreams, in my singing..."

Under Yuan Yiyi's guidance, Jiang Yu was able to simply play the piano to accompany him.

His voice is relatively clean and a little hoarse, and he has a unique charm when he sings.

At the end of the song, Yuan Yiyi applauded beside him, "Mr. Jiang, are you a genius? You are a genius, you learned it so quickly."

Jiang Yu said, "It's Teacher Yuan who taught us well."

"It's still Teacher Jiang who learns well."

The two complimented each other.

In fact, Jiang Yu knew that he was not a genius. He was able to learn to play "In My Song" in a very short period of time, mainly by opening a lucky bag.

In the past three days, he opened [-] lucky bags and got four [-]-roll toilet paper, ten ultra-thin condoms, and four "self-discipline experience cards".

After the "self-discipline experience card" took effect, his concentration and control over his body were greatly improved, and he naturally learned things quickly.

Perhaps, the value of the "self-discipline experience card" is to help users learn efficiently, and its real name should be "good learning experience card".

"You wrote this song for Mimi, right?" Yuan Yiyi asked cautiously, "You are so kind to her."

Seeing Jiang Yu, who is tall and straight, playing the piano and singing, she is very happy, and they have been getting along very well in the past three days.

But for some reason, when she thought that this song was written for Mi Yang, she felt a little sour for no reason.

Even she herself can't tell, the way is unknown.

Jiang Yu said: "Mi Yang and I are not in the relationship you think. She is busy filming, so she has no time to deal with a poor boy like me."

"Aren't you really a couple?"

"No, it's impossible for me and her."

"That's right," Yuan Yiyi couldn't help jumping up again after receiving Jiang Yu's affirmative answer.

"I'm leaving first," Jiang Yu finished packing up, "Because today is Monday, I have to hurry up and register the copyright with the Song Music Copyright Association."

"Well, let's go."

After Jiang Yu left, Yuan Yiyi sat alone in front of the piano stand, playing "In My Song", with a smile on her face, and softly sang:

"Why is the world so big that you and I meet"

"Is it fate or God's will"

"You exist within the depths of my mind"

"In my heart, in my dreams, in my singing..."