When Teacher Jin saw it, he smiled and said, "It's not exaggeration or exaggeration. Chen Cheng really sang very well. It's a pity that for some reason, she couldn't put a whole box of her songs. However, my husband put her songs with the best little boy in a tape. So, this tape is definitely the best box in this series. My husband and I never get tired of listening to it. You can tell if you listen."
Are there any children who are better than their Chencheng singing?
For the Meng family, the little girl's singing is the best among all the children of the same age as the little girl. Grandpa Meng and grandma Meng Chenjun were a little curious and full of doubts.
Meng Chencheng lifted her head out from under the cat's table, and was even more curious. Who was the child who sang better than her? Could it be Yu Jiajia?
Grandpa Meng put the little girl's tape into the recorder and pressed the start button.
The first song is the little girl’s favorite "The Little Girl Picking Mushrooms".
When Leilei heard this, his little eyes opened wide, and pointed at the singing voice in the tape recorder and turned to his mother, "It sounds better."
"Is that right?" Ning Yunxi smiled and touched his son's head. That's for sure. This was the song to be published by professional musicians who carefully processed the song to be published. It must be different. Moreover, when the little girl sang in the past, she sang a cappella, and there was no soundtrack at all.
Now the music of the piano music is so nice.
Leilei couldn't help but feel excited as the music got along, and his little butt twisted and disco turned again.
Teacher Jin was so fascinated by his dance move that he grabbed the kid's little hand and said, "Come on, Leilei, I'll dance with you."
Ning Yunxi scratched his forehead with his hands, thinking about where his son inherited his talent.
Others, Grandpa Meng hummed with the beautiful little girl's singing, Grandma Meng closed her eyes and enjoyed the auditory feast. Meng Chenjun held her hands on her chest, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um: His sister Xiaowu is amazing.
Meng Chencheng's face was red and she asked in a low voice: "Have you finished singing?"
Unexpectedly, the song she recorded this time was better than what her third sister recorded for her last time, which made her feel a little at a loss, and she felt that it was not what she sang. To be more precise, it seemed like a beautiful layer of wrapping paper was placed on her singing.
Pulling the hand of my sister-in-law next to me, Meng Chencheng had some questions like this: "Is it really what I sang, my sister-in-law?"
"You sang it." Ning Yunxi told the little girl, "They just let the impurities be removed and the original things are left like we drink. It's your voice that is right. Other singers are the same."
Teacher Jin walked over and said, "Your child Meng Chencheng is too honest. There is no unprocessed song that can be recorded directly from the tape. In that case, it will be all noise. It is mainly noise reduction. We will not do anything to change the singer's voice."
Listening to Teacher Jin’s words, there is another operation that can change people’s singing?
"Is there such a thing? Can you turn bad-sounding into good-sounding?" Grandpa Meng shouted in shock.
It is estimated that the current technological means cannot completely turn a duck's voice into bel canto. Ning Yunxi thought. But—
Chapter completed!