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Chapter 21 Er Gu Thatched Cottage Still Can't See Yang Qian? (22, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket)
"Brother Du, is it that my voice is not suitable for singing such a song?"

Du Xun has never heard the original singing, but Yang Qian has, and after practicing ten times, he unlocked other cover versions. After listening to so many versions, Yang Qian himself found a problem.

The singers who sing this song are basically singers with prominent bass and very magnetic voice!

Although this song is not strictly a bass song, but like the original singer, the voice is very magnetic and penetrating, high energy goes up, low energy goes down, it is very contagious to sing.

Yang Qian can't do it, at least he can't do it now. His voice can barely try to sing high notes, but he can't sing low notes, it's not thick enough, and it doesn't have magnetism.

"I don't think the bass is the problem, but your voice lacks a sense of age, or a sense of vicissitudes!"

After listening to Yang Qian's self-analysis, Du Xun finally sorted out his thinking, and knew that Yang Qian's singing was missing something.

"What you want to express in this song is a feeling of caring and recognition for your hometown that everyone is traveling around. The lyrics describe it well, 'People are running around for life', right?"

"But in your singing, this sense of vicissitudes is indeed not reflected, or it is relatively thin. But it is not difficult to understand, you are still young, you have just graduated from college, and you have returned to your hometown to work, and you have a little less experience. "

Du Xun does not doubt Yang Qian's ability to write lyrics, he is not as active in thinking as Yang Shihan, who likes to brainstorm.

Du Xun knew that when he was in Beipiao, many times when the creator wrote a song, the lyrics did not necessarily describe his own experience.

Just like the teacher Chen who wrote "Paris" and "Turkey", before she wrote that fresh, charming, romantic song, which was even hotter than herself, she had never been to these places. The inspiration is only from my own imagination when riding a motorcycle one day! (Note 1)

It is not difficult for Yang Qian to write songs like "Keep the Roots". When Du Xun chatted with him, he knew that as a reporter, he often had to go to the countryside.

Perhaps the inspiration for this song came from an interviewee who also ran into walls everywhere in the big city, but returned to his hometown to farm honestly after all?
Du Xun didn't ask too much, and didn't care.

But songwriting and singing are two different things. Those who write songs can be unconstrained, but those who sing have to sing out the unconstrained imagination of irresponsible creators.

Therefore, in "Keep the Roots", Yang Qian's singing was really a bit off-putting, and this level of stamina cannot be made up through skills, it needs time and experience to settle!

Or, smoking a few packs of cigarettes a day, the feeling of vicissitudes of life is coming...

Of course Du Xun would not say such a nonsensical suggestion to Yang Qian. He is just a recording studio. After expressing his feelings, Yang Qian still has the final decision whether to continue recording or not.

"Brother Du, why don't you try it?"

Yang Qian pondered for a while, and turned his attention to Du Xun.

Du Ge's experience is rich enough, and it also fits the content setting of this song. Maybe he can sing with such a feeling?
"I can't, my voice is thinner than yours, I can't sing this song! I'm at my wife's place, and I sing like this..."

Du Xun demonstrated an English song to Yang Qian on the spot.

Not to mention, I can't feel it when I speak normally, but when Du Xun sings, his voice is really thin!

Yang Qian had heard this English song before, but he had listened to the female singer's version before, but Du Ge actually sang it tenderly, with a touch of blues, delicate and moving!
No wonder it can be sung in a western restaurant. The voice matches these songs, and it is perfect for such a bourgeois environment.

"Brother Du, with your voice, if you participate in Good Singing, you will win prizes!"

Yang Qian was also moved by Du Xun's voice quality, and praised him enviously.

If he has such a high pitch level, why worry about not being able to sing the song "The First Time"?
"I can't help it. When I came back from the capital, Good Singing just started auditioning. Who knew it could be so popular?"

"But this show, even if it wins the championship, it's useless. After watching it for so many years, how many people can become popular? Doesn't it also depend on the face?"

"These days, just singing well won't make you stand out. Look at those Internet celebrities, whether they sing really well is another matter. The makeup is more exquisite than the other!"

"Brother Yang, you're alright. You have this foundation and you can still write your own songs. If you work hard, you'll still be popular!"

More than a decade ago, when the Chinese music scene was still showing signs of struggling, Du Xun had no chance to make his mark, and Du Xun had no hope for the present era.

"Although that's what I said, people who sing well shouldn't be buried. Brother Du, don't you want more people to hear your voice?"

Yang Qian felt a little uncomfortable listening to it. Although he didn't know whether Du Xun's voice could really sing well, he always felt very sorry.

Du Xun knew what Yang Qian meant. During the years when the singing was the most popular, friends around him also teased him and asked him why he didn't try it.

But Du Xun's head is very clear, and he was not fooled by the chicken soup edited on TV.

"Don't TV shows call for dreams and dreams every day? In fact, they don't care about your dreams? What they see is your story."

"When there is no use value, it will be abandoned and a new batch of people will come up. Who cares about those children who have touched people with their singing, who cares whether they are eager to be cultivated?"

"What is a dream? Can it be eaten as a meal? What's more, you, Brother Du, have a body like mine and eat a lot, so don't talk about dreams anymore."

Du Xun is old and sees things very clearly, and he is not afraid to make fun of himself.

Perhaps this is true. For many musicians with good potential, the path of simply making music can no longer go on, and they naturally have no reason to persevere.

There are thousands of possibilities in life, and it doesn't have to be hanged on a tree.

So, why obsess over the dreams you once had?
……

Just when Yang Qian's heart became heavy because of Du Xun's words, and he continued to record the demo of "Keep the Roots" in order to listen to the director and found some state, another "fool" who never forgot his music dream finally Arrived in Hecheng.

"I'm getting off the plane!"

It took nearly three hours to fly from Shanghai to Hecheng.Dai Yuni sent Zhang Xiaowen a wechat message to report her safety, and when she walked out of the airport gate, it was already past five o'clock!
The sky was still bright, so she hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take her to Hecheng TV Station.

There was not much time wasted on the road, and the taxi drove quite fast. Dai Yuni arrived at the gate of Hecheng TV Station around 05:30.

"What?"

The grumpy janitor looked up and saw someone poking his head in front of the barrier of the driveway, so he gave a hoarse drink.

"Oh, uncle, I'm looking for a reporter from you, his name is Yang Qian."

Dai Yuni was also taken aback by him, but fortunately she had a good mental quality, and after she realized it, she quickly explained.

"Yang what? There is no such person."

Yang Qian has only been here for a few months, and he runs to the countryside with Ouyang Cheng every day, so it's normal that the gatekeeper doesn't know him.

But even if he knew each other, he couldn't easily let outsiders in!

This girl is very pretty, but your uncle is still your uncle, and oil and salt are not allowed.

"No, uncle, he is really a reporter from our Hecheng TV station. This is his interview video, which was sent by Hecheng TV station."

Dai Yuni was in a hurry, so she picked up her phone and showed it to the other party.

The janitor took a closer look, and it was true, but he had no impression of this young man, and he was not a department leader, probably just a small reporter.

"It's a two-day holiday, and there's no one in the news department. If you're looking for someone, come back on Monday."

"No, uncle, I'm from Shanghai. It's impossible to wait until next Monday. Do you have his phone number? Can you contact me?"

"No, no, the car is coming, get out of the way."

The gatekeeper waved his hand, signaling Dai Yuni to go away quickly, don't stay here and block other people's driveways.

In fact, it's not that there are no people there. There are still people on duty in the news department on weekends.

But at this moment, the gatekeeper thought that Dai Yuni had come all the way to trouble Yang Qian, after all, there are quite a lot of emotional disputes among young people these days.

He was afraid that something would happen, the leader would see a bad ending, and he would be implicated, so he just found an excuse to dismiss Dai Yuni.

(Note 1: Guess who Xiaohan is referring to as Mr. Chen? Of course, there is no Mr. Chen in the parallel world.)
(End of this chapter)