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Ye Lang responded to the barrage question while drinking water.

"Look, you don't understand now. Next is the knowledge point! Remember, the knowledge point!" Ye Lang took a sip of tea and said lightly: "These erhus are the two lifelines of our China. , one is the Yangtze River, the other is the Yellow River, one is the distance, the other is the hometown, sometimes, one is the father, the other is the mother. You should have heard the well-known erhu tune."

"However, who of you have ever seen someone use a suona to express emotions? A suona is the glow in the musical instrument. When you open your mouth, all the musical instruments are dimmed."

As Ye Lang spoke, he glanced at Weibo.

"Who, so quickly, it's all on Weibo, look at these sailors, I just announced my entry into the entertainment industry today, and I signed two top-level power factions, they are afraid, what are they afraid of, afraid of me and Xiao Brother Zhan grabbing food? I'm sorry, I don't eat shit."

Ye Lang took a step back at this time, comfortably watching the renaissance of various great gods on the barrage.

"Haha, no, Ye Lang, you're going to die in the live broadcast room. If you dare to show off in public, you're going to be cold."

"Ye Lang has a real temperament. I like this kind of straight-forward big man. What kind of shit is the little fresh meat."

"I have to say, it's not a problem for this "Dongfeng Po" to smash the music scene."

"I have posted it in our group, and soon some of our teachers and professional musicians will hear Ye Lang's songs."

...

After the two songs were recorded, Ye Lang was also in a good mood, but when he saw what the man named Pickled Pepper said, Ye Lang frowned.

"Who is this pickled pepper, a rapper?"

The barrage responded.

"It seems to be an underground rapper, it is said to be very powerful."

Ye Lang shook his head, "Rap, they don't know what rap is at all, of course, they may know a little bit, and what they know is only imported products, which is the so-called mainstream rap in the West, but these are not Chinese rap. ."

The barrage exploded one by one.

"??? No, Ye Shen, are you afraid of being dissed by them every day when you say this?"

"It's over, all those rappers are giving up, Ye Shen is going to be chased and bitten."

"I also felt that their rap almost tasted."

Ye Lang didn't worry about them coming to him at all. The reason for letting them go is to let them come to the door.

Come on, let DISS come more violently, at least I'm not afraid of you at all, it's better to make it known to everyone on the Internet, my new studio lacks your enthusiasm.

No one refused, Ye Lang smiled slightly, strategizing.

The barrage looking at this smile panicked for a while.

"What's wrong with Ye Shen? Where is he giggling."

"It's over, it's over, I can't think of Ye Shen, who is handsome and graceful, also has such a two-faced side."

...

Ye Lang picked up the guitar, which was the guitar made of 24K pure gold.

"As for this song, I can play and sing it with a guitar, so I don't need it at all."

Arrogant, arrogant.

In Ye Lang's live broadcast room, after getting the news, professional musicians from all walks of life poured in one by one.

Liu was still drinking with his friends when suddenly he saw a message pop up in his group, "Ye Lang is writing lyrics and composing live, recording a new album."

The group is full of bigwigs in the music circle, and each of them is a little unfamiliar with the name Ye Lang.

But Liu was no stranger at all.

When I was almost unable to eat, there was an anchor who used his song "Start Over" when fighting the landlord. In an instant, Liu Huan's song sold out, and all of a sudden he had money for several years. And the new songs that continued after that received a lot of attention, which made Liu, who was underappreciated, still deeply impressed by the term Ye Lang.

"Go and listen, I remember he was an anchor, and he seemed to sing well. Those songs are very representative, especially "People Like Me", "Old Boy"..."

Before Liu Huan, everyone played rock and ballads, and as soon as Liu Huan opened his mouth, someone knew it immediately.

"I know, I've listened to the song "Old Boy". It's very good and very passionate." This is rock singer Wang Feng.

Folk singer Zhao Lei shook his head, "You're wrong, the old boy is actually average, maybe he sang it casually, that song "People Like Me" is really amazing, I really don't know, this How many slaps have people been slapped by life, only to have this realization and write such lyrics."

"Go, watch him live!"

In the office of Huaxia Conservatory of Music, several teachers rubbed their temples.

"Old Han, there have been fewer and fewer good seedlings in the past few years. Today's children can't settle down. If they don't practice well, can something like singing be achieved overnight? It takes year after year, day after day. Just practice."

The speaker was Qin Hong, a female professor.

"Yeah, there's no way, take it slow, it's good to find a few excellent children to pass on those precious things of our own. When I'm old, I feel like I can't sing anymore."

This is the old artist Wu Dameng.

Han Lei smiled slightly, "You guys came back late, you missed something good, I just heard two songs, I heard it, my heart is full of excitement, hehe, inheritance or something, it's always been okay, but we don't have it. Just found out."

"Ah? Where?"

"Watch the live broadcast, watch this anchor and you'll know."

...

After Ye Lang adjusted the sound effect of the guitar, he slowly exhaled and took a deep breath.

"Exploring the Qingshui River" is for everyone. This is a Beijing rhyme drum. It tells a love story hundreds of years ago. As for this story, if you learn about the development history of Beijing rhyme drum, you will know that there must be such a drum. Sell ​​it here."

The melodious guitar sound slowly floated, and a touch of sadness echoed in the live broadcast room.

"Peach leaves are pointed

Willow leaves cover the sky

The grandpa Ming in his seat listens carefully to what I have to say

 …”

Ye Lang's voice seemed to have a kind of magic power. In the live broadcast room, the barrage stopped one by one. In front of his mobile phone and computer, he fell into a poignant love story.

When the girl named Dalian met with the sixth brother, a group of big-footed men laughed and screamed at night.

Everyone has a big lotus in their hearts, but now the people around them may not be big lotus anymore.

In the Modu CBD building, the programmer who was working overtime typing code stopped what he was doing, silently closed his eyes, and the singing in his headphones hit the heart.

Tears also fell slowly.

"Under the autumn rain, the continuous frost falls on the Qingshui River

Lovely couple jumped off the river

The infatuated woman, the amorous man

Made up a little song to explore the Qingshui River

 …”

Hearing this, he didn't know what was wrong, and there was a kind of suffocation in his heart that he couldn't tell. The girl who used to say that I will make money to support you, where have you been now?

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