I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 877 It's All Notes

Of course Jing Xiaoqiang didn't come to smell the stockings.

Looking at the paper tapes extending from the back of the auditorium to the stage, the paper airplanes that were picked up one after another and thrown onto the stage, and the stockings spread all over the floor.

He used applause to gather attention, and the audience listened to the sound instantly, and his appeal was so strong.

"Okay, after a moment of indulgence and unscrupulousness, seize every minute of your youth. The fee for Uncle Huang to give lectures in the mainland is very high. He is also a well-deserved master of songwriting in the Chinese music scene, so let's not waste time and opportunities, let alone compete with yesterday's The lectures are repeated, and the videotapes about yesterday are still being distributed, and everyone can see them, so we try to talk about something different today, whoever listened to it yesterday, raise your hand!"

Later, countless people said this scene, "When I heard what Xiaoqiang said, I suddenly became short of breath, and I felt that I had to hurry up and live this life against the clock!".

Immediately some arms went up from all directions.

Jing Xiaoqiang nodded: "I will briefly review yesterday's content, and if you need to add something, please remind me loudly..."

College students, that is, high-achieving students who have solved the basic learning ability.

College students in the eighties and 90s are not so moist.

The entire auditorium immediately entered the classroom state.The leaders of some colleges and universities standing outside all looked at each other and nodded, their reputation was well-deserved.

Sure enough, he is an elite soldier on the literary front!
Jing Xiaoqiang wants to transform college students into art soldiers: "...that's basically the case. I think the theoretical knowledge is almost the same. Today I hope it will be more practical. Everyone will take out their own lyrics and ask for advice, as today's lesson Theme of……"

He Jiongjiong is only a sophomore this year, and he is already the most influential figure in the Guangyuan Academy. He unexpectedly followed Jing Xiaoqiang and became his right arm and right arm.

Now standing on the edge of the stage with a faint smile, Jing Xiaoqiang turned his head and took it smoothly: "We have already used the technical strength of the Guangyuan Academy to reproduce the videotape of yesterday's lecture. The personnel signed and collected separately. I would like to remind you that whether you invite famous lyricists like Uncle Huang to give lectures in Pingjing, Shanghai, Guangdong, or Pengzhen, Guangdong Province, or buy such video copyrights, it is Jing Xiaoqiang who pays for it personally. So we We must cherish these contributions and truly make the music world of college students in the new era healthy and rich... Today’s stocking ceremony is a little too much.”

call...

The booing and booing came again.

He Jiongjiong caught it steadily, so he didn't panic. He explained what Jing Xiaoqiang said just now and filled in the gaps, and Jing Xiaoqiang and Cao Fei came to help him sing an example.

So when Bai Lianting picked up Uncle Huang from outside, she came in through the side door in surprise, tsk tsk tsk, why is this school so messy, the rubbish all over the floor, and this bright room will bury people in it!
Fortunately, she didn't have time to look closely to distinguish many translucent and drooping things.

But Uncle Huang felt that there was a sense of atmosphere, and he came to the stage with a smile and began to speak with Jing Xiaoqiang.

In fact, it was a bit of the atmosphere of the forum later. Several guests sat on the stage and chatted relaxedly, and Jing Xiaoqiang and Cao Fei were invited to sing a few words from time to time.

Cao Fei got all excited and took the initiative to analyze and share "Persistence and No Regret": "It was a song written by Jing Xiaoqiang to me, but I felt that it seemed to be the kindness carved from the bottom of my heart, and I was more devoted to singing..."

of course!
It was she herself who wrote the lyrics for this song, Jing Xiaoqiang really didn't know about it.

All I know is that she sang it to express her bad relationship with mainland rock singers, and she was obsessed with all the bad news.

In fact, it was her own stubborn voice.

Of course it feels right now.

If this evil relationship with Jing Xiaoqiang is exposed, it may be even more stormy.

You can see her unabashedly sweet eyes.

Unsurprisingly, the audience immediately booed on the stage!
Especially female voices, especially those who took off their socks just now, they are too presumptuous.

It frightened Bai Lianting and the others.

But Sister Xiaobai immediately followed suit and screamed to coax the stage, come on down!

Uncle Huang was also taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, happy.

But when it was sung, it sounded amazing!
Uncle Huang quickly filled in the Cantonese version of the song, and compared the characteristics of the two versions and the characteristics of the singing in the dialect on the temporarily prepared whiteboard.

Everyone is hooked!
If Du Ruolan was here, I would definitely share the Northwest version of "Encounter".

But now except for Cantonese songs, it is difficult for other dialects to reach the point of fighting in courts.

However, the ethnic style is good. A Mongolian band brought their own songs to ask for advice, and even invited Jing Xiaoqiang to help them Humai.

It is the vibrato of the Mongolian bubble sound.

The audience was mesmerized by the sound, and no one dared to boo.

Uncle Huang was very satisfied and provoked everyone: "Come on, this is the beauty of music. If everyone can use singing to boo, how wonderful it would be..."

Just thinking about it makes everyone feel fascinated.

Then someone asked whether modern poetry could be used as lyrics.

Jing Xiaoqiang asked Cao Fei to interpret "When You Are Old". Yeats' poems and the translation process are equally wonderful.

Bai Lianting stared at Cao Fei Xingxing, and Lan Ling swayed slightly, but Pan Yunyan insisted on taking pictures without shaking.

However, college students of the Yi nationality stood up and showed their own national style of singing. They wanted to ask what kind of lyrics could be used to match it, and they were a little eager to scratch their heads.

This style is really a bit biased.

Even Uncle Huang didn't know much about this ethnic minority in western Sichuan.

Jing Xiaoqiang squinted his eyes, not only because he had been in contact with the tourist attractions near his hometown when he was working in his previous life, but also because he had heard such a song with a similar melody, which was very close to the singing voice of this impoverished ethnic group living in Daliang Mountain.

Thinking about getting up, he took an acoustic guitar from the band next to him: "This is also a song written in modern poetry. The title of the song...well, I won't talk about it."

It's a bit shocking.

Almost everyone in the audience knew that it was a new song, a song that no one had heard before.

There is also a legend in the old rolling club that once such a scene happened, Qiangzi was inspired and just sang casually, even the band could only beat the time, but he did not write scores or lyrics, creating a classic in one go!

This kind of thing was also seen in the small audition room of the record company, and when the rolling club first started, music lovers in Shanghai and a few old rolling clubs had seen it.

Now the whole audience was shocked, and everyone held their breath.

Jing Xiaoqiang still had to fiddle with the strings a few times to find the tune, and then said softly: "It wasn't you who lit it yourself,

Then it cannot be called a flame,

You didn't touch it with your own hands.

Then it can't be called a gem
You, you, finally appeared

We just met each other..."

This crazy obsession to fall in love.

When you sing to primary and middle school students, it is difficult to resonate. Most middle-aged people in their 40s and [-]s only find it childish and funny.

Only college students, young people in their twenties, most of them are experiencing love for the first time.

Wishing to destroy the world, only you and me are left with the kind of crazy energy.

Just after listening to these seemingly straightforward lyrics, I feel goosebumps, maybe it's numbness, maybe it's embarrassment, or maybe it's the heartstrings that have been plucked.

Then at this moment, the pitch soared without warning, with the kind of landslide and earth cracking in the Yi style singing:
"This heart is broken...

The whole world will collapse! "

The dragging sound like a folk song pierced through everyone's eardrums. At this time, it doesn't matter what the lyrics are, everyone's heartstrings seem to be touched by this heart-piercing folk song.

Feel the deep feelings hidden in the singing that seems to be high in the sky, the cry of despair that seems to have been seen!

Youth is not so much moaning without illness.

Not to mention too much, Jing Xiaoqiang didn't have this kind of mentality at that time:
"It was not with your own hands that you killed,
there's no point in living
……

this life is going to die
I must die in your hands..."

The audience was stunned.

Uncle Huang was also dumbfounded.

This song completely overthrows his principles of writing lyrics, it is simple, straightforward and even rough, just like the saliva songs written by those HK kids he criticized the most.

But the emotion contained in the whole song is no less than his majestic lyrics.

Life may indeed have rivers and lakes grievances, family and country feelings, ups and downs, vast and majestic, but there are also countless private feelings that can be sung softly and tenderly, and can also be sung so hoarsely.

Many girls no longer cared about pulling the stockings with both hands just now, and now they cover their mouths so hard that they can't cry out!
There are bright eyes everywhere, full of tears.

Moving.

Who doesn't look forward to such love.

Of course, if you want daily necessities, that's another matter. Now it's just the kind of infatuated emotion portrayed by the singing.

In an era when there was no such thing as licking a dog, affection was still a virtue.

Bai Lianting straightened her back quietly, and looked deeply at the big boy holding the guitar.

Because when Jing Xiaoqiang sang to pieces, he subconsciously glanced at her, as if he saw the life-and-death love in his previous life.

As if seeing a funny self, as if telling myself not to make the same mistakes again.

Such desperate cries are meaningless.

It's better to use this energy to make more money, this is the best way to solve the affection.

But in Bai Lianting's eyes, this was a song she sang to herself.

Wasn't it just a face-to-face meeting at the beginning, and it was almost to the point where the pancakes were rotten?
In this life, it is indeed impossible to meet a love that is more unforgettable and vigorous than this.

Just such a song, those Yingying Yanyans are not important anymore.

Only Jing Xiaoqiang is in his eyes.

Death is in your hands.

Cao Fei even curled herself up as tight as possible, twisting her long legs into twists, so that she could control not to hug her, and she could completely let herself wander in the warm tide created by notes and voice.

The goose bumps on my body hit my forehead over and over again, I must take it back to the hotel and sing it again later.

Lan Ling still stood under the stage like a javelin, but her whole body was indeed like a wafer, which was poured with hot tea and melted directly.

The whole person has turned into SpongeBob SquarePants, and Jing Xiaoqiang's half notes and quarter notes are in every hole.

(End of this chapter)