Wen Zheng looked at the five words on the barrage and couldn't help laughing: "I've admired me for a long time, I really didn't expect it was you. Thank you for coming to support me, but please don't give me any more gifts."
Lin Qi, who was far away in a small courtyard in the south, dragged half a piece of watermelon with one hand and typed on the keyboard with the other hand and replied:
"There are always people who say that actors are heartless. I want to say something, but I don't have the energy to do it. Why don't you give us a voice? I'm the top brother now."
Facing Lin Qi's aggressiveness, Wen Zheng could only smile bitterly.
This woman is really very vindictive. Why don't you just say that your song is just average? Why is she so petty?
Seeing Wen Zheng smiling bitterly, the troublemakers started to make excuses one after another.
"Brother No. 1 on the list has already spoken. Why are you still bothering with such a small request?"
"Aren't you a creative genius? Are you withering in front of the camera?"
"Whether you write it or not, I will give you gifts!"
"Lin Tanhua's request is reasonable and reasonable. I've already given away all the gifts, so why don't you write it quickly? If you don't write it, you're really a ruthless actor!"
"Let me be fair. You were the one who made the rude remarks first, said that her songs were mediocre, and mocked her for being single. Now she comes to you. If you are still a man, you should accept the offer."
"I told you he had a team of shooters a long time ago, but you still don't believe it."
"Don't embarrass Wen Zheng. If you take off his mask of hypocrisy, how can he still behave in the future?"
"I can't write, just apologize."
Lin Qi ate watermelon and looked at the barrage of anti-fans. He frowned at first, and then murmured to himself: "Although it is a bit difficult, before I go to visit you, I have to confirm whether you are really capable.
.Who made your music style change so much that even I suspected that you had a team of gunmen behind you? You can’t blame me.”
After comforting herself, she tapped the keyboard again: "There is a demo, or a paragraph."
She knew that it was almost impossible to write a complete song in a few minutes, unless an idea struck her. But in this situation, it was good for Wen Zheng to calm down, let alone write lyrics and compose music.
, so she also took the initiative to relax the conditions.
Wen Zheng smiled, but before he spoke, Wang Sisi and Boss Lin stood up first on the barrage.
Wang Sisi’s ID is Wen Zheng’s rumored girlfriend. She sent a barrage: “It’s not a good idea to put it on the shelves.”
Boss Lin said: "How about you open a live broadcast room and do a sample first?"
After saying that, Boss Lin hit another hundred super hot backhands, instantly regaining his position as the top brother on the list, and leading the second player Lin Qiji by many points. The meaning is self-evident.
When Wang Sisi saw this, she gritted her teeth and used fifty super fires, pushing Lin Qi to the third position on the list.
Wen Zheng sighed: "Don't even give me gifts."
The barrage is full of ridicule.
"You are noble and great."
"Three women are performing a show, and one, Lian Mai, is confused the whole time. What about Feng, don't be in a daze, start pinching him!"
"Eat melon, eat melon."
"If you're afraid, just admit it quickly. We all know it's hard to be forced to write songs during a live broadcast, but you have to admit it if you're wrong!"
…
Wen Zheng glanced at the barrage and sneered: "What mistake do you admit? Her song "Secret Love" was just mediocre. Since you insist on forcing me to show off my skills, I will reluctantly accept the challenge."
Will he be afraid?
When he came to this world, he was standing on the shoulders of giants. How could he be intimidated by such a small thing?
Since you are pressing harder and harder, I can only be forced to fight back.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Xiong replied with a barrage: "I'll give you half an hour, come on."
Wen Zheng ignored the barrage, looked at the confused Feng Qin, and asked her: "I remember correctly, your profile says how many years of opera have you studied?"
Feng Qin nodded quickly: "Yes, I majored in opera in college. I know a lot about all kinds of operas, and I can barely handle several female roles."
In fact, she said it more modestly. Dan roles are divided into Tsing Yi, Hua Dan, Daoma Dan, etc. She is actually best at the dignified and elegant Tsing Yi. It was only after she entered the pop music circle that she developed her more mature voice style now.
After hearing this, Wen Zheng said: "Sing a song for everyone first. When you're done, I'll give you the lyrics and music. I'll need your help singing a section later."
"Ah? I, this is... okay."
Feng Qin didn't mean what he said, so he agreed without thinking.
Wen Zheng ignored it and opened the code document directly in front of tens of millions of viewers.
The barrage was suddenly flooded with question marks.
"???"
"What the hell? Do you use document coding for live streaming? No, it's about writing lyrics."
"Is it so casual?"
"This is not a professional look on your part. Wen Zheng is about to show off and fail, so everyone should leave!"
"After Feng Qin finished singing, you finished writing? Are you going to return the opera? Are you planning to copy the opera lyrics?"
"Stop pretending. I'll write a bunch of rubbish later. Don't brag. Lin Tanhua is the examiner today."
"You really want to write it now? You really are a heifer riding a train. Bull 13 boom boom."
"I see you are a heifer bathing in a sauna and a steaming cow 13."
"I think you are a heifer flying on a plane, and cow 13 is in the sky."
…
Wen's expression remained unchanged, his fingers flying like flying fingers as he wrote words. His hand speed, which he had been single for decades, was fully utilized.
Feng Qin deliberately chose a relatively long song. Before he was halfway through the song, Wen Zheng had already typed out the lyrics. What was even more horrifying was that he had already started noting the simplified musical notation.
When Lin Qi saw this, she didn't care to clean up the watermelon that fell to the ground. She just wished she could put her head into the screen to see more clearly.
Is this something a normal person can do?
Although the lyrics only have more than 300 words, it took him less than three minutes to compose the lyrics. Did he already have a rough draft?
Even so, how can it be written to this level without modification? And the simplified musical notation has already started!
Are there really people in the world who are forced to eat by God?
The barrage was also shocked.
"Damn it! The play breaks and the sleeves rise and fall. This seems to be a good word."
"Is Lin Tanhua still there? How about this song? Could you please tell me something?"
"Is 123 the tone? Although I can't understand it, it sounds so powerful."
"What's so great about it? It's the simplest musical notation. It has no technical skills, but I can't see clearly what the fine print of the notes is."
"No skills? Let me ask you, are you convinced by Wen Zheng's hand speed?"
"This creation speed is ridiculous. No wonder there is no creative bottleneck. Who says he has a team of shooters? Who am I to worry about!"
"What happened when I put some water in?"
"A music student passed by and the instructor asked me why I was kneeling in front of the computer..."
"Lin Tanhua seems to be slapped in the face."
…
It took Feng Qin more than five minutes to finish singing one song, going back and forth, maybe longer.
Wen Zheng simplified the song as much as possible, and finally sent her the lyrics and music. He also said somewhat happily: "I didn't expect it would be so troublesome to mark the simplified music score, but at least it's finished. You can take a look first."
After that, he worriedly told Feng Qin about the drama part. After all, the marked text is really not as good as a personal demonstration.
Feng Qin is worthy of his professional background. As soon as he listened to "Peach Blossom Fan", he understood it instantly.
The audience was confused throughout the whole process, but they didn't know how to react. They were looking forward to how Wen Zheng's dramatic song could refute the idea that actors are ruthless.
Wen Zheng was seen sitting in front of the camera with his erhu, and said in a deep voice: "Feng Qin still needs to get familiar with this song, why don't I tell you the story behind this song first."
"The song is called "Chi Ling". Ling, well... you can probably understand it as an actor."
Having said this, he paused.
Since this world is still very different from Blue Star, he thought for a while and said: "I have heard such a story. One year, thieves invaded in large numbers. The place where a character was located fell, and the thieves threatened to ask this character to sing a song to celebrate their victory.
, otherwise we will commit murder, kill and burn everyone in the troupe."
Hearing this, the audience's hearts suddenly tightened and they were extremely angry. They typed and shouted:
"Damn it! The guy did it!"
"Damn it, but it seems that the actors have no choice. What else can they do besides singing?"
"You go too far to bully others. You kill people without giving a nod. You kill your compatriots, and you want the locals to sing along? Shameless!"
Wen Zheng paused and said in a deep voice: "This famous actor agreed."
Suddenly someone ridiculed: "I can bear this. I am worthy of being called an actor ruthless. Let me see what you say next and how you clean up."
Wen Zheng said with emotion: "That day, the famous actor was dressing up and painting his eyebrows, and thieves and bandits came in droves. However, they saw the soft sleeves on the stage, and the graceful "Peach Blossom Fan" made the thieves and bandits in the audience mesmerized. Suddenly, the stage
The sound of the previous song suddenly stopped, and at that moment, someone from heaven to earth shouted, "Light the fire!"
"In an instant, the theater building was on fire. Amidst the violent explosions, the babbling music sounded again on the stage. This tone seemed to be a tragic song and a heroic song that had never stopped coming from the ancient times.
It's a pity that the moving music and the soft sleeves disappeared soon. They were replaced by the sound of the theater building collapsing and shattering, and in the smoke and dust in the sky, in the dazzling firelight, the bloody brocade remnants scattered everywhere, and
A disgusting piece of broken hide."
After Wen Zheng finished speaking, the barrage in the live broadcast room seemed to have been cleared.
He coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said, "Now you know why it's called "Chi Ling." As he spoke, he slowly pulled the erhu in his hand.