The champion is my son

Chapter 317
Xie Fangheng looked surprised and said, "Brother Lei, who are you sure it is?" His voice was not louder than before, and the people upstairs could not hear clearly.

At this time, the waiter led the woman before knocking on the door of Yunji's box.

Guest officers, the person you want is here.

"Little girl Luo Shi, I have met some young masters." Luo Shi still wore a veil, and several people couldn't see her face clearly, but some information could be obtained from the exposed eye sockets.

If it was a woman who had really cried, her eye sockets must be reddish, with a little blood in her eyes.But the woman in front of her was no different from others except that there were a few more bloodshot eyes than the average person.

It is enough to see that his acting skills are quite deep.

Just as Luo Shi was looking at everyone curiously, Yun Ji said: "Just now I saw you collapse and run down, and that movement was very skillful. When I saw you again, your expression was very normal. This kind of thing must have happened many times."

"Isn't it? I have met this little girl several times, and even several times I was called off the stage before I finished singing. Those people like the stories in the mouth of the storyteller. The Fengyuehua opera I sang has no one at all." Listen." Luo Shi said and lowered his head aggrieved.

"But I see you enjoy it." Yunji continued.

Luo Shi didn't expect the young man not far away to have such an attitude, which clearly meant to tell her to come up and act like a monkey.Where did Xiao Er say that someone has taken a fancy to her.

"Ahem, the little girl is already used to it. For the sake of making a living, this little setback is nothing."

"Hahaha, Brother Dongmen's deduction just now is not bad. This is really not the first time." Yun Jicong took out a silver coin and gave it to the woman, saying: "Your lyrics are pretty good, but the song is not very good. , I have two here, give it to you."

Yunji decided to give this woman two songs that his mother usually likes to sing.

Just now the woman sang, the lyrics are good and the voice is good, but the music is really mediocre.

"Really? Young Master, would you like to add lyrics and music?" Luo Shi was surprised and delighted when he accepted Yun Ji's money.It was the first time she met a guest who was willing to give a song as a gift.

Every time she is kicked out of the stage, she always gets ridiculed by a group of people, and there are many repeat customers here, sometimes people laugh even before she comes on stage.

"Xiao Er, what are you looking at, why don't you hurry up and get a pen and paper." Huang Zhuyu reminded the shop's Xiao Er when he saw the waiter standing there blankly.

The shop waiter received the order and hurried to pick up the Four Treasures of the Study.

"This is the first one! How about Li Bai's poems?"

"Can his poems be sung?" Zhou Xiaohua was a little surprised, almost all the librettos were melodies. When could Li Bai's poems be sung?

"Of course, we can sing even what we usually say." Yun Ji wrote down all four sentences of Li Bai's "Wen Wang Changling Zuo Qian Long Biaoyao has this message" on the paper while talking, and marked the meter below the words. typeface.His mother often sang this poem, she only sang these four lines almost every time, and occasionally added some words to it.

He has learned the sound since he was a child, and it is no problem to write a piece of music.

Guqinpu is not the same as Michipu. Back then, Mr. Chi disliked him. If he could only know Guqin notation, he would not be familiar with other rhythm notation.So he learned what he should learn.

"I can really sing!" Huang Zhuyu looked at Yun Ji's finished sentences. Huang Zhuyu didn't know how to play musical instruments, but he knew basic knowledge, so he could naturally recognize the sounds of these sentences.

"But son, I can't control the situation with just these few words." Although Luo Shi was pleasantly surprised, she was not dazzled yet.

Just by saying these few words, the tune has already defeated all Tianqi's tunes.

This young master is really powerful, if she sells out badly, please write more.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished writing yet." Yunji raised his eyes to signal her to be calm, and then quickly lowered his head and wrote: "If we meet, we will leave. The distance is endless, when will we meet again..."

This is the complete word, usually only the first four sentences can be heard, and occasionally the second half can be heard.

"Thank you, my lord, I can assure you that this song must be the best in Tianqi." Luo's eyes were almost filled with tears.

"Is the song written by my son not good?" Yun Ji cooled the paper, handed it to Luo Shi, and said, "I've finished the prelude for you, just sing it, and give me the voice so that it can overwhelm the downstairs." That storyteller, amazed the audience, I will give you another ten taels of silver."

Luo Shi felt that he had been hit by a big stuffed pie, and felt a little giddy, unreal.

"What the young master said really counts?"

"Do you need a written proof?" Yunji said as he was about to start writing.

Luo Shi hurriedly said: "No, no, please wait a moment, my lord, the little girl went to practice the song immediately, and she will come later." Luo Shi saluted several people, tightly clutching the paper with lyrics and music in his hand, his heart was full Shouted: "Father, don't blame my daughter Ang! Today I'm going to find the stage and see who is more suitable for the stage."

"It turns out that this is the idea of ​​the younger brother! The younger brother is worthy of being a decathlon young talent. He can go to the hall, he can go to the kitchen, and he can compose poems and compose music. That talent is you!" Huang Zhuyu mercilessly splashed As he drooled, in his opinion, Yun Ji's fame in the world was just around the corner.

It's no wonder that the younger brother would not be stingy to give away other people's music. Huang Zhuyu's teeth itch when he thought of Xie Fangheng and Lei Teng.Hehe, he was looking forward to the next performance.

"Hurry up and eat, you see that the younger brother has written the second piece of music." Dongmen Weisheng got up and snatched the piece. He couldn't understand music theory, he could only read the lyrics.

This word is from nineteen ancient poems, the ancient singing method has long been lost, I don't know how it is today.

"The Altair is far away, the Han girl of the Jiaojiao River, with slender hands, playing with the machine, all day long, weeping like rain, the river is clear and shallow, how far apart..." Dongmen Weisheng chanted unconsciously At the end of this poem, he murmured: "I don't know what it's like to sing it out."

"It's different from the previous one, and it's on par." Yunji took out the paper and handed it to the waiter at the side, asking him to pass it to Na Luoshi, and said, "The food is getting cold, so I'd better eat it quickly and put on some desserts." Bar."

A few people thought it was reasonable, listening to music and tasting tea and eating light snacks was a good match, and any big fish and big meat had to be enjoyed at the banquet.

So a few people started to eat like crazy, everyone's family is not poor, and the etiquette at the table is very good, even if they eat quickly, they won't be full of oil, and the appearance of eating is still preserved.

The storyteller was still speaking miraculously at the bottom, and the audience was stunned for a while, forgetting to eat.And a corner upstairs has been quietly replaced with tea and snacks.

"I'm really sorry, all the guests, I've waited for a long time, and just now the young master took out another song, and the little girl simply got to know the two capitals."

Yun Ji saw that Luo Shi was different from before.

Did you change your makeup and hair while you were free?

　"Yang Blossoms Are Fallen and Zigui Cries"

　　"Let's Go Altair"

　　Let me borrow it, anyway, the heroine is from modern times, so it’s okay to be remembered by Yunji after singing, don’t say I copied it casually!
　　hush!
　　Really, super nice, the kind of single loop.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)