beauty winner

Chapter [-]

There were more than a dozen CDs in the glove box, and He Peiyuan picked them out slowly, occasionally a little surprised: "Do you still listen to this?" The voice was soft as if she was talking to herself.

Yang Jingxing is shameless: "Threesomes must have my teacher." In fact, their sales are very good.

He Peiyuan also put this so-called Chicken Soup Music CD into the player, soft and soothing electronic music, the use of various fresh tones is not exaggerated, it should be quite suitable for roadside cafes or something.

After listening to the first one for less than half a minute, He Peiyuan switched to the next one, and the next one had fewer chances...

Yang Jingxing said: "This one is similar, you can change to the black one."

On the black cover, there are only two small letters in red calligraphy: Qingxi.He Peiyuan shook her head: "I've never heard of it."

The way Yang Jingxing shared it: "Someone lent it to me, you should listen to it first."

There are two songs on the cd and three pure music, the first is pure music, at first it is the timbre of a synthesizer similar to a guzheng, playing a bit of a guqin but with a faint singing melody, and then came the gentle fiddle of wind chimes, slowly Various eastern and western instrumental music and electronic timbres are on stage, and the composer arranged each part of the scene in a very orderly manner, which conforms to the basic composition principles but is not limited to small rules.

The two listened and listened without speaking.

After the four-five-minute song ended, He Peiyuan said: "It's not bad, the melody is more pleasant, but the orchestration is a bit more deliberately, without focus, this kind of electronic ancient style... I don't know how to evaluate it."

Yang Jingxing was not in a hurry: "Listen next."

The second song, the lyrics are very Chinese, not deliberately using a few words to cobble together the so-called ancient flavor, but using a modern perspective to feel and look up, and express the feelings peacefully and pertinently.What's more, the song melody and lyrics work well together.

If the former pure music is not too eye-catching in front of professionals, then the second song has "Death and Resurrection" as a strong contrast to its popular peers, and it is not at the same level at all.

After listening to the song quietly, He Peiyuan pressed the pause button, nodded her head, and seriously commented: "Although the singing is gentle, but I can feel a kind of strength... The melody and rhythm are good, a little ethereal, and I don't think it's hypocritical,... How should I put it, don't eat fireworks? No...or is it chivalrous and tender?"

Yang Jingxing clapped his hands: "That's right! This is the gap. After I heard it, I found it very interesting. I don't know how to describe it... Do you like it?"

He Peiyuan nodded: "It's okay."

Yang Jingxing introduced the work: "This was introduced to me by a friend..."

When Huang Qianchi encountered difficulties in adapting her own songs, she recommended Qingxi, an amateur songwriter she admired, to Yang Jingxing as a shield.Yang Jingxing really fell in love with the work, and asked Huang Qianchi to get in touch with this Qingxi through the help of a middle friend, and the response he got was that he would not sell the song.

Yang Jingxing didn't have any self-esteem at all: "...I made a phone call myself again, isn't that interesting? I don't have to discuss it, I don't know [-], thank you!"

He Peiyuan gloated.

Yang Jingxing said: "I got to know it a little bit, and it is said that he is just a junior in college, but he is actually studying fine arts."

He Peiyuan looked at Yang Jingxing and was almost sure: "It's a girl."

Yang Jingxing: "That's not the point..."

Qingxi is the real name of the musician, and the CD was made by herself as a gift to her friends, not a commercial product.What's rare is that the entire CD was arranged by Qingxi himself, the lyrics, music, arrangement, recording and mixing.

He Peiyuan admitted: "She is quite talented, if it is really her own handwriting."

Yang Jingxing's analysis: "It should be..." As a producer, he still has some discernment. Although the songs on the CD sound very different in style, the technique is obviously the same.If music is the expression of emotion, then the emotional expression of several songs also have a lot in common.Of course, the two songs on the CD are sung without skill at all, and the recording and mixing are far from exquisite, typical synthesizer products.

Yang Jingxing thought of Tong Yichun, and Tong Yichun also embarked on the road of composing and singing because he likes reading books and listening to music.If Tong Yichun is considered successful now, the most important reason is that he loves to study and think, and his talent is actually average.

In Yang Jingxing's view, this Qingxi's talent is higher than Tong Yichun's, and he loves to study and think more. It is really not easy for a young amateur player to make such a few pieces.

Yang Jingxing and He Peiyuan emphasized thinking: "...Tiantian loves to think. I heard that she doesn't spend much time practicing."

He Peiyuan nodded: "It can be seen that helping you treats her differently."

Yang Jingxing was very skeptical: "No."

He Peiyuan glanced at the driver and gave an example: "Bringing steak doesn't count?"

"Then..." Yang Jingxing didn't know what to say: "I miss Xiaojie, they live together..."

He Peiyuan hehe: "Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Yang Jingxing had no choice but to say, "Just listen."

He Peiyuan shook her head: "I don't want to hear it anymore."

Yang Jingxing was frustrated: "I thought you would like it."

He Peiyuan asked: "You like it very much?"

Yang Jingxing said: "What angle to look at... It's more about admiring her attitude."

He Peiyuan smiled: "Is she a beauty?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask." Yang Jingxing condemned, "Why are you so vulgar."

He Peiyuan sighed: "The one who is close to the ink is black."

Yang Jingxing nodded and pointed, "Mirror, take a good look at it and appreciate it."

He Peiyuan was also helpless, and changed the subject: "Actually, many things can only be seen from a distance, and distance creates beauty."

Yang Jingxing was frightened: "What are you going to say about me?"

He Peiyuan sneered: "You don't look pretty, you'll look like that from a distance."

Yang Jingxing said: "Depending on the situation, you look beautiful even up close...but I know what you mean."

He Peiyuan sneered a little: "Is there no resistance to talented women?"

Yang Jingxing warned: "Don't try to stay out of it."

He Peiyuan felt relieved: "I don't know anything, I don't even know how to write songs, write lyrics and arrange music."

Yang Jingxing said: "You have scolded most of Puyin's professors all over the place, don't they all count as talented? This is called specialization in art."

He Peiyuan smiled, and pressed the player to continue the music.

Yang Jing Xingqi: "What do you mean? You don't want to listen to me."

He Peiyuan nodded, but was serious: "Sometimes when you think about it, in fact, we want to do one thing to the best, it seems that we are really not suitable for fast food consumption... The worst thing is that you may not be able to do the best. good."

Yang Jingxing said: "Not everything needs to keep up with the trend. The simplest truth is that you are an artist, not an artist who caters to the market."

He Peiyuan sighed a little: "This kind of saying sounds nice, but it has a price."

Yang Jingxing was angry again: "Isn't it just being harassed by me, how serious is it? How much is the price?"

He Peiyuan rolled her eyes: "Smug beauty...hesitation is always inevitable, but I don't regret it."

Yang Jingxing looked at the girl next to him, with a calm face and quiet eyes, a strand of hair was hanging down smoothly from the corner of the eyes without being caught.

After being glanced at by Yang Jingxing for a few times, He Peiyuan appeared and changed her face: "What are you doing?"

Yang Jingxing concealed: "It's nothing..."

He Peiyuan didn't pursue it, but remembered: "Where did you live in Pingjing?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's the same as you." It's just that he wants to do it one day earlier.

He Peiyuan asked: "Aren't you going to see that one, Xia Xue and Liu Miao?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I want to see you, but they won't arrange for me."

He Peiyuan asked: "Is Peking University fun?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's nothing fun, the atmosphere is different, you can feel it." On the night of 26th [-]th, it performed at Peking University.

He Peiyuan smiled: "Xiaojie and I are going to the Forbidden City..."

Chattering along the way, it was almost here before he knew it, He Peiyuan gave a long-distance warning in advance: "I will stop at your gate later, it's no problem now."

It was rare for Yang Jingxing, who had been serious for a while, to come again: "I want to buy something to feed that kitten."

"So caring?" He Peiyuan was obviously skeptical.

Yang Jingxing said: "Selfishness."

He Peiyuan was proud: "Our cats are not so easy to be bought."

Yang Jingxing brought up another topic: "Have you ever raised small animals?"

He Peiyuan said: "No, there were kittens and puppies in the neighbor's house when I was young... What about you?"

Yang Jingxing said: "My mother thinks it's dirty... I don't have any experience now."

He Peiyuan is ordinary.

Yang Jingxing didn't buy anything, and didn't stop at the gate, he just entered the community, and when he got in the wrong car, he met a novice, which made He Peiyuan laugh: "I told you not to come in."

Yang Jingxing yelled while reversing the car: "I can spend the night with him elsewhere, today is to see Yuanyuan's face."

He Peiyuan took a closer look at the car in front: "I really don't know it."

Yang Jingxing said, "He knows you."

He Peiyuan rolled her eyes.

Going forward, He Peiyuan recalled that when she was a child, many friends played together in the yard. On weekends or on weekdays, after returning home from school for dinner, everyone gathered on time without invitation. Those old decorative pavilions and gardens left a lot of memories: "... …There are a pair of twins in the second unit of the eight buildings here, who are only one or two years younger than me. Looking at them, you can tell that a large part of their personality is born, they are very different, and they look the same!"

Yang Jingxing asked, "Boy or girl?"

He Peiyuan said: "Brothers, one plays with boys, and the other likes to play with girls."

Yang Jingxing believed: "It seems that you were not as good-looking when you were young as you are now."

He Peiyuan turned a deaf ear to it: "It was a lot of fun at that time... It's a pity that it has been lost now. Now children are all kinds of cram schools and interest classes, and parents don't worry about their children going crazy outside."

Yang Jingxing was also regretful and even angry: "It started with your parents, do you know how many boys in this yard have been taken away by Sanxian!?"

He Peiyuan's expression was all set, but the car also braked lightly in front of Unit [-], Building [-]. The girl seemed to swallow the words of counterattack that came to her mouth, and turned into regret: "Yeah, if I knew it, I would learn Sanxian, sing and dance What kind of exercise is not good."

Yang Jingxing declared: "But on behalf of all the teachers and students of Puyin and all the current and future fans of [-], I would like to express my sincere thanks to Yuanyuan's parents."

He Peiyuan smiled contemptuously: "Are you qualified?"

Yang Jingxing said: "Qualification is second, and intentions must be... Don't bother Xiaojie today, and don't care when she gets home."

He Peiyuan smiled and nodded: "It's not in a hurry anyway, we'll discuss it after work...then see you in Pingjing."

Yang Jingxing nodded and said yes, and opened the door.

He Peiyuan is polite: "Don't come down, I will take it myself."

Yang Jingxing didn't move either: "That's not right, why is it not yet 09:30?"

He Peiyuan got out of the car, turned around and said, "Be careful." Then she closed the car door.

Just after picking up the things outside, Yang Jingxing should be more polite, when Yang Jingxing heard He Peiyuan's mother calling for her daughter in the corridor: "Yuanyuan, Yuanyuan..."

"Hey." He Peiyuan sweetly agreed, "Here we come." She turned her head and waved to the inside of the car.

Yang Jingxing reversed the car and hadn't turned around yet. He Peiyuan and her daughter came out of the corridor again. Standing there, the mother was smiling, and the daughter seemed impatient.

Yang Jingxing hurried quickly, turned his head and got out of the car and said brightly, "Hello, Auntie."

On a winter night, Mother He's expression was quite warm: "Hello, Xiao Yang, you don't need to get down, tell me in the car."

Yang Jingxing almost jumped in front of the mother and daughter: "I kept you waiting for a long time. Today, my friend invited us to dinner, which was delayed. In fact, I invited her. I'm lucky."

Mother He laughed: "It's still early today, thank you for sending Yuanyuan back."

Yang Jingxing said: "She helped me, she should."

Mother He is still warm: "Xiao Yang is going to drink tea at home? Yuanyuan is so impolite."

Yang Jingxing waved his hand: "No, you're welcome. I'm here to tell you, Yuanyuan and the others are here to help me, and I will take good care of them. Don't worry, they may work harder, but they can't stand being wronged."

Mother He nodded: "Of course don't worry, what did Xiao Yang say, don't worry, I should thank you."

"I also thank Yuanyuan for being willing to help." Yang Jingxing laughed with him, and said to He Peiyuan who was waiting, "Go back with Auntie, it's cold."

Mother He seemed a little embarrassed: "Have a sip of tea before leaving..."

Yang Jingxing was polite: "Don't disturb me, it's getting late."

He Peiyuan followed Yang Jingxing's wishes and urged her mother: "Go back, it's unnecessary."

Mother He went through the procedure: "I'm so sorry, Xiao Yang, you drive slowly, where is your house far away?"

Another person came out of the corridor, an old woman in her 70s and [-]s: "Xiaoyuan, Xiaoyuan just came back..." with a concerned tone, followed by the voice of an old man complaining that she didn't close the door.

He Peiyuan showed a smile: "Xiangma."

Mother He explained to her neighbor: "I worked overtime and came back late...Xiao Yang, we won't see you off."

Yang Jingxing said goodbye, but the old woman asked: "Who is this?"

Mother He introduced: "This is Yuanyuan's classmate, surnamed Yang."

When Yang Jingxing said hello, the old lady nodded enthusiastically: "Oh, yes, at first glance, it is a classmate... Hello, classmate, classmate." She looked at the car a lot without concealing it, and then said to Yang Jingxing: " I watched Xiaoyuan grow up, she is a good girl, she is very sensible!"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Yes, even though I've only known each other for a short time, I feel the same way." He Peiyuan gave him a blank look.

Mother He smiled and urged: "Xiao Yang, go back early, I won't see you off."

Goodbye Yang Jingxing, when he got in the car, he could still hear the old woman and the mother and daughter judging that he was not a local, so he stopped being polite and waved away.