This star is from the earth

If you want to show that you are poor at singing, you don't need to hesitate at all. If you sing any song, you can't hide things like singing skills.

The problem with Han Jue's hesitation is that he doesn't know what song to sing.

When Han Jue was thinking about what song to sing, all the songs he had heard in his previous life appeared in his mind, and he almost blurted out and sang it. Fortunately, he held back, he felt something was wrong, so he hesitated.

Since he hesitated, it meant that he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

He was a creative person in his previous life, so he especially believed in feeling. His girlfriend also said that his illness is that he cares too much about feelings, and his life will be missed by feelings.

Han Jue responded with a smile. There is a word "jue" in his name, so don't dare to forget the origin.

So every time his feelings popped up, Han Jue would attach great importance to them.

Now he feels that it is not appropriate to sing songs from his previous life. Even if he can't figure it out now, Han Jue still believes that intuition is a quick judgment after thousands of times of thinking. trust yourself.

"Sing... what are you singing?" Han Jue turned his tongue and didn't say the name of a song.

"Ask you. What do you know?" Zhang Yiman has been completely distracted.

Except for the songs from the previous life and the non-rap songs in this life, Han Jue has never listened to a few of them. He didn’t remember the bad ones he heard before. When he listened to some golden songs in this life, he was not sensitive to music at that time. It's not like now, so what I remember is intermittent.

Han Jue scratched his head and couldn't think of a song from this world. They all planned to sneak a pee, and then rush to the computer to listen to a song before coming back.

Otherwise, it would be too strange, if all the songs belonging to this world cannot be sung.

Fortunately, Han Jue finally remembered that when he first met, he had heard Zhang Yiman's song.

"Sing the song you sang on the show this afternoon?" Han Jue said.

"Will you?" Zhang Yiman asked curiously.

"I still remember a few sentences..." Han Jueming was confident, but he was still modest in the traditional Huaxia style. It has to be said that some of the behavioral habits left over from Han Jue's previous life, slowly, almost every once in a while, allow Han Jue to experience what the so-called "life of cheating" is like. And the more Han Jue used this body, the more places he was affected and changed gradually.

Just like today, when Han Jue heard Zhang Yiman sing for the first time, he memorized the tune and lyrics. Not to mention later thinking that the information is hidden in the lyrics, so listen more carefully. When Han Jue first came to this world, his abilities in this area were not so sensitive.

So now Han Jue only needs to recall a little bit, Zhang Yiman's song is still in his ears, and his memory is still fresh.

Han Jue felt strange to show his singing level so seriously in front of others. Especially the person who was listening on the other side was ready to fight.

He didn't sing many times in front of his girlfriend in his previous life, and now he is coy when the time comes.

But this life is a star, to overcome, do not be afraid! There is no courage without fear.

Han Jue plucked up his courage, made some preparations, and cleared his throat.

"Don't clear your throat too often, it's not good for your throat." Zhang Yiman had already begun to assume the identity of the teacher, and pointed out calmly.

"Pfft..." Han Jue let out the courage he had gathered with great difficulty.

"...Okay." Han Jue rubbed his face.

After Han Jue contemplated it again, he went all out and sang softly with his eyes closed.

"If wishes come true, please let me bear all the sorrow for you..." Han Jue sang a cappella, and the vibration of each vocal cord was transmitted to the other end of the phone through the microphone.

"ah……"

Han Jue faintly heard Zhang Yiman's whisper while singing, but after listening to Zhang Yiman's words, he continued.

[Could it be that she sang too well? 】Han Jue is a little proud.

After the first line was sung, Han Jue felt that he was about to enter the best state.

"I can still bear this level of pain, the brush that paints the future..."

"Uncle." Zhang Yiman interrupted calmly.

"Huh?" Han Jue opened his eyes on the other end of the phone, puzzled.

"You, you sing really badly. You have nothing but a nice voice. I believe you." Zhang Yiman confirmed with a suppressed smile.

Han Jue is not happy!

"Why don't you suspect that I sang so badly on purpose?" Han Jue felt that this silly girl was too embarrassing. What is wrong with learning, learning to tell the truth by herself is too bad.

"Uncle, you are too amateurish. It is 4.6 times more difficult for a good singer to sing like you, than to sing well." Zhang Yiman explained with a smile.

"Come on, come on, tell me carefully how the 4.6 times is calculated." Han Jue looked indifferent, he felt that he had been made fun of by a silly girl, which was a great shame. At the same time, I feel ashamed of my narcissism.

"Hee hee. Maybe this song is too difficult, uncle, do you want to sing another song?"

Hee hee you are big.

"I haven't listened to the other songs very much. I only know this one. Besides, it's too cruel to repeatedly prove that I can't sing better than you." Han Jue said helplessly. He has accepted the fact that he sings poorly, and there is no need to cause secondary damage.

"Give you a chance to prove yourself."

"I won't sing any more. Anyway, trust me now. When will Teacher Xiaozhang teach me to sing? Also, you have to continue to teach me the guitar. I think you teach very well and are very responsible. .” Han Jue changed the subject.

"Hey, is that right? Really? I also think uncle, you are very savvy, and you will be a good student!" Zhang Yiman's attention was focused on [teaching well] [very responsible].

"Where is it, that's because you taught well."

"No, no, I can only teach well if my uncle learns well." Zhang Yiman happily cooperated back and forth, like the old peasant uncle who was praised by the mayor in her TV series.

"...Let's skip the part of flattering each other." Han Jue suggested blankly.

He couldn't bear to hang up the phone anymore.

"Hey." Zhang Yiman smiled foolishly, as if the one who cried just now was not her.

In the end, the two agreed on a self-study theoretical course in singing, and then hung up the phone.

Han Jue sat back on the sofa and picked up the guitar again.

According to the fact that he has been sleeping and forgetting to eat and hang up these days, he can roughly analyze the melody in his mind bit by bit by applying a formula.

Han Jue hugged the guitar, thought for a while, and then plucked the strings.

According to the melody in memory, I played "Little Star" first, and then "Two Tigers".

Han Jue was very satisfied, basically the same as in his impression. I feel that I have made great progress. I think "Hotel California" will pop up in the not-too-distant future.

Then Han Jue began to sharpen the ordinary pop songs in his mind, eager to try.

It's just that when he didn't play a few times, he became more and more jerky. Sometimes he got stuck on a detail and tried it several times with different sounds. Even some vague places, he had to piece together and complete by himself.

Han Jue wanted to drop the piano after stumbling and playing. The melody floating in my mind just can't fall on the strings.

irritable.

[Fortunately, I didn't play tricks in front of professionals. 】Han Jue is glad that he didn't sing the song of his previous life in front of Zhang Yiman just now. Leaving aside the risk of the melody being stolen, although Sha Niu looks silly, it is still not so easy for Han Jue to take out these biggest secrets to test someone.

Just talk about the creative point of view. You have such mature words and music, but you can't play them, what's the matter? Where is the creative process of inspiration, semi-finished products, and demos?

To say that it is original by oneself is to be ridiculed.

Han Jue shouted that fortunately he resisted the desire to pretend to be b in front of the natives of this world.

There is a word in numerology and metaphysics that if virtue does not match, there will be disasters.

Han Jue thinks that the things in his previous life in his memory are his most precious possessions, that's right. But before there is no way to control those things, those things appear in this world, which will only bring troubles to Han Jue.

There is not much time left for Han Jue now!

Then, continue to practice step by step.

Han Jue picked up the guitar and continued to practice with the video.

...

On the other side, Zhang Yiman, who hung up the phone, was lying in a room full of pink and girlish atmosphere, hugging a husky doll, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling, thinking about something.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't seem to think about anything clearly, so I could only toss and turn on the big bed, which was very painful.

Then after taking turns tossing the dolls on the bed, Zhang Yiman finally sat up straight like a carp.

Jump to the side of the phone, open the search page, enter:

【From Monday to Sunday】.

His eyes sparkle.