don't call me singer

Chapter 151 "The Swallow of the Stars"! (add 23 for [Xiao Yi])

Under Gu Xiaobai's hands, Yanyan's notes flowed, and because of the added ornamental notes, the tune became much more cheerful.

But its core has not changed. Under the great joy, there is unspeakable sadness hidden.

The cheerful treble of the right hand is like Lao Hong who is married to his granddaughter-in-law.

As for Gu Xiaobai's left hand, Yanyan's simple and sad theme reciprocates among the low chords, over and over again.

It's like the old professor Chen who married off his beloved granddaughter.

This is Gu Xiaobai, the first time he touched a real piano.

The completely different feeling from electric steel made Gu Xiaobai subconsciously apply the techniques he learned from "Little Star Variations" to the song "Yanyan".

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his brain running rapidly.

This is like an impromptu, but it's not an impromptu, his brain is running fast, like a calculation formula, the simple tune of "Yan Yan", deformation, reorganization, decoration, restoration...

Then, notes one by one, like stars all over the sky, lit up in his mind, strung together into a line, played by his hands.

The melody of "Yan Yan" comes from 2500 years ago, and the tune is simple, simple and pure.

But no matter how simple it is, it can't be simpler than the tune of "Little Star", which is regarded as an alphabet song.

"Little Star" can become like that "Little Star Variations", let alone Yanyan!

What kind of changes will happen when the simplest and most original tunes from 2500 years ago are packaged with modern music theory and played with the strongest modern instruments?
It is now.

Sometimes it is as light as a breeze, sometimes it is as heavy as a storm, sometimes it is soothing like shepherding sheep in the wild, and sometimes it is rushing like a galloping horse.

But it... is still "Yan Yan"!
The timbre of the piano filled the entire venue. Lao Chen listened to the different Yanyan. Under the 3.5-meter fixed-focus vision, the granddaughter in the wedding dress seemed to have changed into the bouncing girl in the little white dress. little girl.

The little swallow that chirped all day in my house has grown up and is about to leave the nest...

Beside, Lao Hong shook his head when he heard it.

Hey, you kid is very funny, play me a nice Yanyan, my old man will do it anyway, don’t be angry with you, no, this is still Yanyan, you can’t be fooled by this kid...

Under the stage, most of the audience were blocked by the piano. They didn't know who was playing the piano on the stage, but they all stretched their necks and looked left and right.

Nice piano piece!
Ah, the one who plays the piano is a handsome-looking little brother!
Unfortunately, wearing a mask, I can't see who it is...

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai's left hand extended to the bass area, and the melody of the right hand, from major to minor, also slowed down.

Yanyan's sad tune shifted from the low register to the high register again, becoming the main theme.

Sing, take a break.

Sadness has arrived!
There are two heavy bass chords again, and the high pitch simulates the sound of a chime again. Gu Xiaobai pulled off his mask, sank into his dantian, lowered his throat, opened his mouth, and stretched his airway to the limit. Go to the microphone and start singing.

"Ah ah ↗ ah... ah~"

No lyrics, but chants!

Moreover, it is alto singing!

Deliberately strengthening the resonance, the gorgeous baritone instantly filled the audience.

After all, Gu Xiaobai saw the gossip and rumors on the Internet.

Can't understand the lyrics?It doesn't matter!
Because of the music, there is actually no need for lyrics!
Even if he doesn't sing lyrics, even if it's not in the usual high-pitched range, Gu Xiaobai's voice is really recognizable.

When his chant sounded, old Professor Chen stood up with a groan, and looked forward desperately with his 3.5-meter fixed-focus eyes.

"Xiaobai? It's Xiaobai!"

The bride turned her head in surprise, looked in the direction of the piano, and saw that handsome, glowing boy singing seriously.

Catching her gaze, he nodded politely.

At the same time, his right hand transformed into a piece of light and shadow in the treble area, the rhythm was extremely fast but not chaotic at all, like armor colliding with heavenly soldiers and generals in the sky.It is also like a goddess umbrella fan, ringed with jingle bells.

Gu Xiaobai's singing, amidst the treble and bass, firmly suppressed the audience.

Hello sister, I, Heavenly Emperor Xiaobai, am here to send you off to get married!
The bride's face turned red with just one swipe, even redder than when they looked at each other affectionately just now!
At this moment, her mind has already flown to decades later.

When my hair was gray and my sons and daughters were in groups, I recalled that on the day I got married, Xiaobai sang Yanyan for me on the stage of my wedding!
So happy, happy to die!

Under the stage, more and more people stood up, stretched their necks, and looked towards the stage.

Then they exclaimed.

"Xiaobai, what a Xiaobai!"

"Oh my god, Xiaobai is here!"

"I'm so envious, I'm so envious..."

In front of the stage, many people rushed over, taking out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Old Professor Chen walked a few steps quickly, brought Gu Xiaobai into his 3.5-meter focal point, looked at Gu Xiaobai's side face, and listened to Gu Xiaobai's singing, suddenly felt that the heat around him was the bride, leaning against her into his arms.

After singing the first stanza, Gu Xiaobai turned to the second stanza, and the tone changed again, deep and deep, so that Su could make people wish that the mid-bass singing in his arms sounded.

The piano also began to shift to the bass area, and every song Gu Xiaobai sang would be followed by a note an octave lower in unison, as if the singing sounded and the earth resonated.

It is also like a person who separates the earth and stands in the mountains.

Hello sister, I, Dijun·Xiaobai, are also here to send you off to get married.

At this moment, the bride felt that she might be the happiest bride in the world, so happy that she wanted to cry.

Old Professor Chen stretched out his hand, patted the bride's arm lightly, and said with emotion: "I still remember the appearance of that wrinkled monkey when I was just born, and in a blink of an eye, my little Shenyan is going to marry today. people..."

"Grandpa..." The bride only felt that her eyes were hot and she couldn't control it.

Can't cry, makeup will cry...

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai's left hand pressed lightly on the low-pitched area, which was extremely soft, and his right hand returned to the high-pitched area again.

Under the low chords, like bouncing and bouncing, a high-pitched note was knocked out.

Each note, like a star in the sky, shines on the night of deep harmonies!

In the next second, Gu Xiaobai's high-pitched voice resounded through the sky.

"Ahhh↗↗——"

The musical notes twinkle like a night sky full of stars. Two thousand and five hundred years ago, most of the weddings and gifts were at night, so there were thousands of auroras composed by Zhao Xingsheng, or Gu Xiaobai’s musical notes that looked like a sky full of stars at this time.

And Gu Xiaobai's voice was like walking out of the night alone, surrounded by countless swallows, chirping and flying, trying to compete with the stars!
Hello sister, I, son Xiaobai, are here to see you off to get married!
God!

Dijun!

King of people!

When Gu Xiaobai's iconic high-pitched voice sounded, the scene exploded to the extreme, and almost everyone stood up. Gu Xiaobai's hands were running on the piano like the wind, but his voice slowly narrowed and became It is extremely ethereal, like a swallow looming in the night sky.

Only when the starlight is blocked can it be seen by others.

When the stars are shining, Yanyan is flying in the night!
The stars... the swallow!
(Hello everyone, I am Uncle Ha who is uncomfortable without changing three versions of a song...

Sure enough, I still like to write songs that don’t exist in reality. Some songs in reality are too restrictive: P)

(End of this chapter)