My wife is in my arms

Chapter 1485 Concert Six
The whistle continued to sound.

Jiang Yiren held her youngest son and looked at her husband. Xiao Zishan also looked on, and even Li Ran's bright eyes were fixed on her master. Compared to the ten-odd seconds of "Waiting for You Until My Heart Aches", Zhang Youchui's performance tonight was undoubtedly much longer.

A whistle drifted over.

Few people know that his whistling was in the soundtrack of a movie like "A Chinese Ghost Story". Xu Qingya was so shocked that her eyes widened. She had always thought that her older brother was good at whistling, but she never expected him to be this good.

It's beyond description; "amazing" is an understatement.

It can definitely be described as amazing.

In that whistle, she sensed a profound sense of poignant beauty, a feeling of unrequited love, of love turned to vain, containing helplessness and bitterness.

"How about it!?"

After he finished playing, Zhang You asked with a smile.

There are plenty of people on Earth who can sing better than him, but when it comes to whistling, he is truly unique. The key is that he didn't practice much; he just whistled once on a whistle and that's how he became a master.

Later, as the prefix for the song "Waiting for You Until My Heart Aches," it caused a sensation upon its release. When she heard her husband ask her this, Jiang Yiren smiled and patted him.

What else can be said?

Moreover, Mr. Zhang left her speechless on more than just this one point; he silenced her on many other levels as well. Xiao Shan and Li Ran, on the other hand, were incredibly excited, rushing to Mr. Zhang's side and exclaiming in exaggerated terms, "Dad, you're amazing!"

"Master, you're so handsome!"

This is what Li Ran praised.

The angle was different from Xiao Zishan's, but it made Mr. Zhang's smile even stronger. Then, Jiang Yiren felt her youngest son in her arms pause, and Jiang Yiren's expression instantly became strange.

Could it be that….

The thought had barely formed when a foul stench wafted over.

"Smelly boy"

Xu Qingya reached out and patted Jiang Zichu, then covered her nose and said, "I'm going back," before getting up and leaving her older brother's house. Only when she got downstairs did she dare to breathe heavily.

Her older brother's whistling confused her, and the smell of his son's poop made her want to vomit. Then, she heard footsteps behind her, followed by her older brother's voice, saying, "My usual way of singing is to open the soft tissue behind my palate and breathe from my diaphragm, but after singing for so many years, I've found that putting real emotion into singing is more important than technique."

Facing his younger brother, Zhang You didn't mind giving her a few pointers, saying, "However, if you want to improve your technique, I'll briefly explain a few techniques for practicing pharyngeal voice. First, when you're vocalizing, don't completely close your throat; let the breath and sound come out together. That's why you can't hear me taking a breath. Second, don't rely solely on the resonance of your throat, mouth, and nose. Singing a few songs this way is fine, but for a concert, it will become very difficult towards the end. You should use your pharyngeal cavity to generate power; this position is the focal point of the sound. Third, try to move your vocal placement further back. When you sang 'Dust in the Fireworks' and reached the high notes, you relied solely on your chest cavity. You're still young, so this method is acceptable, but as you get older and your physical functions decline, relying on this method will feel particularly strenuous, and in severe cases, you won't be able to reach the notes. So you really need to adjust your approach, practice diligently, and don't be too impatient for quick results."

"Thank you, brother"

Xu Qingya quickly thanked her.

"get out!"

Zhang You smiled and closed the courtyard gate.

Xu Qingya went back happily. Although her cheap older brother had only given her a few casual tips, those were the kinds of things that most people wouldn't even hear if they wanted to.

She felt that her manager, Wang Yu, was insightful. Learning from Li Ran that her older brother was practicing his voice tonight was a good opportunity to learn from him. Although she didn't learn much, those few words were enough.

Next, she can slowly explore the methods her older brother suggested. One thing her brother said was indeed very true: she's young now, and her voice and throat are in their best condition, so it doesn't matter if she can't find good vocal techniques. But people always get old, and bodily functions will decline.

This is why many singers who used to be so good at singing have problems like cracking their voices or having other issues when they come back to perform in concerts. The main reason is that their physical functions have declined significantly. Songs that they could sing easily when they were young can no longer be sung well.

However... her older brother is quite forward-thinking.

Just like experiencing the decline in physical function as one gets older, it's amazing that someone in their thirties can already think of this.

"Did you steal it!?"

Upon seeing Xu Qingya return, Wang Yu, who was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons with Xiao Lanlan, hurriedly asked...

"without"

Xu Qingya shook her head and said, "But he did teach me a few vocal techniques."

"That's good"

Wang Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

She was genuinely worried that her Qingya would have made a wasted trip. It wasn't that she couldn't ask for advice normally, but who knew if Zhang You was willing to teach her, especially when it came to a singer's vocal techniques? Only when he was practicing could he know exactly what techniques to use. It was like a closely guarded secret; who would talk about it casually?

Especially when singers are practicing their voices, it's more intuitive for others to learn from them.

Then she heard Xu Qingya say, "Also, my older brother whistled a tune not long ago, it was absolutely awesome!"

"You shouldn't learn this."

Wang Yu stated directly, "Besides him, no one else in the music industry can whistle so well."

This wasn't Wang Yu deliberately praising Zhang You; it was a fact. Many people can cover Zhang You's songs very well, such as "Goodbye Kiss," "Love Letter," "Red Bean," and "Question," but no one has ever imitated his whistling.

Because this is something that cannot be learned simply by studying.

Zhang Youchui...that's called awesome.

If others brag about it, they're called petty hooligans.

"But I've wanted to learn that... I think if I did that at my concert, the fans would definitely react enthusiastically."

As she spoke, Xu Qingya said to Wang Yu, "That's how my older brother blows it." Then, she imitated Zhang You and started blowing it. Before the whistle even came out, she sprayed saliva all over Wang Yu's face.

"Is this all the whistling skills you've learned!?"

Wang Yu wiped the saliva off her face and said angrily, "I told you not to learn, but you insisted. All you learned was a showerhead. Ugh, Xu Qingya, your saliva stinks! No wonder people say men have stinky feet and women have stinky mouths. Your saliva... it even hurts my face, it's like it's corrosive. If I get disfigured, you'll be in big trouble."

As she walked toward the bathroom, Wang Yu continued to complain, "I just showered and washed my face, and you sprayed me like that, so I have to wash again. Anyway, I'm going to tear off one of your face masks and put it on tonight, or I'll spit in your face too."

Xu Qingya opened her mouth and muttered a curse under her breath.

It was obvious that her agent had her eye on the face mask she had just bought.

(End of this chapter)