Actor's reincarnation

Chapter 89 Song Selection
After 10 minutes, Su Yi drove and pulled Ding Jianguo out of the villa.

He drove Father Ding's extended Lincoln.

As soon as the car drove out of the villa, Ding Jianguo burst into laughter while clutching his stomach in a ladylike manner.

"Hahaha... just choked me to death, haha..."

She laughed until tears fell.

Su Yi couldn't help but laugh.

"You are not authentic, Jianguo, watching me get scolded below, you hid early to watch jokes, and didn't come down to explain it for me."

"Hahaha……"

Ding Jianguo couldn't stop laughing.

"You're too cheap eleven, your dad will definitely give my dad nightmares." She laughed while wiping away her tears.

Su Yi snorted deliberately and said, "Tell my father, if you don't give [-] million, don't think I'll call me uncle again! This is what he forced me to do."

"Hahaha……"

Ding Jianguo couldn't laugh anymore.

When approaching the Rock Prince's garage, Su Yi said seriously: "Stop making trouble, be serious. Yesterday I was just familiar with it. Today we are going to officially rehearse. Jianguo, do you have any ideas?"

Ding Jianguo laughed so hard just now, now his cheeks are flushed, and his hair is a little messy, just like that.

"No idea," Ding Jianguo said, "Why, do you have one?"

"I guess I will choose an original song for rehearsal today." Su Yi said, "Have you written a song before?"

Ding Jianguo said: "I wrote it, but it's not mature enough, forget it, it's a joke if I don't show it."

Su Yi glanced back at her: "You are not such an unconfident person, Jianguo."

"Please, everyone has shortcomings, okay?" Ding Jianguo pouted, "I'm not blind to everything."

"Take it out and try it." Su Yi smiled, "If you're willing to take it out, I'll take out one too."

"You wrote it?"

"No, it's a friend of mine." Su Yi smiled.

"Isn't this something the manager should worry about?" Ding Jianguo asked curiously, "Even if we don't come up with the song, he has to find one for us, and then we can't talk about it."

"I just don't want to use his songs." Su Yi pointed out directly.

"Why?" Ding Jianguo asked.

"Don't deal with him." Su Yi said, "Don't ask, just say if you can!"

Ding Jianguo rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, let's see what medicine you sell in your gourd."

Su Yi and Ding Jianguo came together again, which seemed to confirm Su Yi's suspicion of eating soft rice, which made Cheng Gong look at him even more complicated.

On the other hand, the other three friends did not respond.

Soon, everyone gathered together, and Cheng Gong made the opening remarks.

"Our band is about to usher in a series of performances that I have carefully planned." He looked around and said, "So we have to rehearse a song of our own."

Ding Jianguo glanced at Su Yi in surprise, his eyes seemed to speak: "You really guessed it right!"

Su Yi looked back: "The basics are not six."

Ding Jianguo rolled his eyes.

"Next, please enjoy, Hu Liang's original song." Cheng Gong noticed that Su Yi and Ding Jianguo were frowning and were very uncomfortable.

Ding Jianguo winked at Su Yi again: "There's a song, it's a miscalculation, right?"

Su Yi replied, "Don't worry."

"Cough! Listen carefully and concentrate!" Cheng Gong couldn't help saying.

The two looked at each other, pouted their lips together, and focused their attention on Hu Liang.

Hu Liang held the guitar with a proud face about to present the treasure: "A urinal bag for everyone. Wow!"

He exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Cheng Gong clapped cooperatively, while the others were expressionless, giving no face at all.

Hu Liang made a fuss, cleared his throat, strummed the strings, and began to sing.

"I can't remember exactly where you came from..."

As soon as Hu Liang sang the first sentence, Ding Jianguo and Cheng Gong frowned.

Others' eyes lit up at the same time.

His eyes lit up because Hu Liang has always had a big tongue when speaking, but when he sings, not only does he not have a big tongue, but his timbre is also very thorough, which is a rare good voice.

The two frowning are because Hu Liang's song was written by someone from Ye Luzi's background, and it is on the same level as the Internet slobber song. Unless he spends his life on marketing, there is basically no possibility of it becoming popular.

Anyone who has studied composition, basically has the ability to hear whether a song is a masterpiece by a professional or the expression of an amateur.

The reason is very simple. When composing music, professional composers clearly know how to use each harmony, how to combine it, and what emotion to express, so their concerts are very rich.

Songs written by non-professional lovers will only determine the harmony process from the perceptual cognition of whether it sounds good or not. But since the development of the entertainment industry, many times the songs written by non-professionals are good because of this The harmony process has been written into countless songs. You feel familiar, so you think it sounds good.

As soon as Hu Liang's first sentence came out, it gave people a sense of familiarity. Without reading the score, he could hum the next sentence along with him.

This is the same as professional scientists looking at civil sciences. Civil sciences know more or less basic knowledge, but most of their published works may be wrong, or they have been studied hundreds of years ago.

It's just because music is entertainment, and everyone has a kind of "happiness is the most important" tolerance for music, so many songs written by people who don't know how to compose can still be popular all over the country, and even some clearly capable and skilled composers, deliberately write songs. To achieve the level of "civil science" is to stand out from the vulgar.

Cheng Gong and Ding Jianguo are both professional musicians. They naturally have this ear, and they can hear it as soon as they hear it.

Qiao Meixi was still young, and Su Yi was just a beginner. As for Yang Shuangshu, the old man played music all his life, but he was a wild man.

So the old man is like a layman, there are only two kinds of music for him - the nice and awesome one, and the unpleasant and not awesome one.

"Forgot why, and exist..."

Sure enough, when Hu Liang sang the second sentence, Ding Jianguo basically had no interest in listening to it any longer.

While the others were fascinated, even Cheng Gong raised his brows.

The reason why Cheng Gong is like this is because his pursuit of music is not strong, so his bottom line tolerance is very low.

He intends to continue listening to see if this slobber song needs to work.

But what I didn't expect was that after Hu Liang sang these two lines, he stopped singing.

"Go on!" Cheng Gong looked at him strangely.

"No!" Hu Liang said confidently.

"No, just two sentences per song?" Cheng Gong was dumbfounded.

"How can it be?" Hu Liang looked at him like a fool, "I just wrote two sentences."

"No, I told you to write songs quickly when I was still in Kyoto, and you wrote two sentences in a week?" Cheng Gong's eyes widened.

"Is it fast or slow?" Hu Liang asked dumbly.

Everyone rolled their eyes in unison.

"How many homes for the elderly did I blow up in my last life before I met you!" Cheng Gong scolded angrily.

(End of this chapter)