Chapter 15: 15th

Huo Jian was flustered.
He could only sing in the air, and he couldn't even speak with new friends who sang so nicely.
"Sorry," he whispered, "I can't sing well."
"It's okay." Chi Ji comforted with a smile: "It's not a show, but it's okay if you're inconvenient."
Huo Jian hesitated for a few seconds, but still sang a song "Why Not Forget".
He has expanded his music library in recent months, and he has learned a lot in popular songs in recent years, but at this time, because of tension, he still prefers to choose his most familiar.
Chi Ji sat beside him and listened quietly, still remembering and understanding the meaning of the lyrics.
Huo Jian sang into a state of shame, explaining: "I have been singing well enough, and I don't know how to improve."
"You have a good tone," Ji Ji said seriously: "When I listen to you singing, I can fill in the score in my mind, there is no deviation at all."
"...Thank you." Huo Jian looked down at the song list and clenched the paper unconsciously: "The teacher said I have no emotion in singing."
"Actually, I can hear some of it." Ji Ji thought about it and asked, "Why do you put yourself in the position of a bystander when you open your mouth?"
"what?"
"Singing is a kind of narration." Ji Ji slowly explained: "My teacher said, "Song without resonance will die when it is born."
Like Huo Jian, he is fifteen years old. He is restrained and careful when speaking, but he is also a bit shy.
"Resonance?" Huo Jian didn't keep up with the thought: "Who resonates with?"
Previously, in Teacher Zhong's teaching, singing should arouse his inner emotions, but this sentence sounds a bit vague.
"Resonating with the singing character," Chi Ji stood up and showed him the sheet music that he had sang before: "That is, well, to enter the drama."
Huo Jian turned a few pages, and only then did he know that the songs he sang came from this musical.
"Springawakening", wake up in spring.
Because it is a musical play script, there are not only music scores, but also character introduction, story introduction, dialogue and notes.
He looked through it quickly, and gradually looked surprised.
Chi Ji’s laptop was next to it, and he used it to retrieve the lyrics of the Chinese song he just sang.
"Huh? Can you understand?" He smiled a little shyly: "I was planning to participate in this show before I returned to China, but there was not enough time."
Huo Jian saw the heated lines in the script, and at the same time, his cheeks were a little hot, and put the script aside: "I listened to several songs that day, and the imagery and singing are very beautiful."
Chi Ji turned the computer screen to the side and showed Huo Jian the lines of "It's better not to forget".
"I... should be able to help you." He explained: "You see this song, which is about regret and anxiety after the loss and separation."
Huo Jian vaguely understood what he meant, and continued to listen to his analysis of the mood in the lyrics.
It's not so much an artistic conception, it's more like analyzing the story behind each sentence.
"Let's say this paragraph, "The cuddly embrace is now like a joke." Chi Ji pointed the pencil at the line of lyrics, slowly guiding him to understand: "You think about it, you Standing in the role of this singer, I am very nostalgic and self-deprecating."
"There is also this line, "I can't look back, turning my back to you, but thinking about it better." He put aside his shyness, and fully invested in analyzing the situation of the situation: "This paragraph is a very contradictory mood. If you want to express this song well, you must understand the emotion and role of the singer in your heart and substitute yourself completely."
Huo Jian remembered everything he said in his mind, and he was still puzzled for a while.
"I want to ask, why does the teacher know if I have feelings?" He struggled with this problem for a long time, and he rarely met a friend who could be puzzled: "I feel... I can imitate the ability, but the teacher shook his head and said that it was wrong. "
Ji Ji was a little restrained when talking about himself. When talking about his favorite field, he was very serious and cute, and spoke slowly to him slowly.
"Because singing is a kind of telling, you are telling, not making statements for others."
"Without feelings, there are only skills, and you can't express it with a very slight priority," Chi Ji said, and suddenly remembered something: "Otherwise, will you go out with us this weekend?"
"Eh?"
"Thank you when I went to see the musical at the Grand Theatre when I went there. It was right next to the base, very close." Chi Ji's eyes lit up: "Just how many tickets did you have, how about you?"
Huo Jian subconsciously wanted to say goodbye: "Not so good?"
"It just happened to be the original version of "Wake Up"." Ji Ji hugged the sheet music and said, "Don't you like these songs?"
Huo Jian is not sure whether Xie Lianyun is familiar with himself or not, which is a bit difficult at the moment.
"That's it, you are my first friend to return to China. Let's play together on Saturday~"
"Okay, okay..."
When he said Xie finished holding his things and went back downstairs, he finished sending the size notice to the teacher. Xie Lianyun just came out with a USB stick.
"Come on, go to the multimedia room together." He took Huo Jian's shoulder around and took him forward: "It's still early, it's not time for you to practice the piano."
Long Ji walked face to face with peaches and looked at them up and down: "Yeah?"
Huo Jianqiang coughed: "Brother Xie, your arms are too tight."
"How come Huo Huo is also the person in my room," Xie Lianyun looked at Long Ji with his eyes hanging up: "I want to grab it."
Long Jishun pushed the boat and fooled around with him: "No need to snatch, Huo Huo and you are just playing with each other."
In fact, the two big boys have become familiar with each other for a few months.
Huo Jian reached Xie Lianyun's shoulders at the elevator door, and finally remembered Chi Ji's things.
He told him back and forth to him in fifteen and ten, Xie Lianyun was still rubbing his ears: "Okay, there is one more ticket, the front row is better, and they can see them touching each other."
Huo Jian: "...?"
"But after all," he looked at the USB stick he was carrying: "Do you not have a computer in the dormitory?"
"Oh, the dormitory is easy to touch the fish." Xie Lianyun was obviously taken over by himself: "I touched it all morning, and I will burn my if I don't work hard."
Huo Jian went to the multimedia room completely to expand his knowledge. Normally, when the classical music album opened, he learned other aspects of knowledge while listening, and his brain was used without delay.
Xie Lianyun used to continue to arrange music, otherwise he would not be able to enter the subject even if he played in the dormitory for a day.
They opened the machine side by side, and after a while they started to do their own work without wearing headphones.
Huo Jian learned this theory of music, rubbed his eyes and looked at Xie Lianyun's work through the glass plate.
The pure English arranger software has opened four or five windows in a row, with a complex combination of curved polylines and large and small color blocks. The small white cursor jumps up and down like a sparrow, so fast that it is almost unclear.
Xie Lianyun wrote two paragraphs and itchy and wanted to drink something sweet. He texted the assistant blindly in one hand and urged him to buy it. He looked at Huo Jiandao and said, "Is it fun, does it look particularly powerful?"
Huo Jian lay on the edge of the glass screen and looked at his screen for a while, suddenly said: "Are you tuning this drum, is it to balance the bass effect?"
Xie Lianyun: ...?
Half of his text messages got stuck, and suddenly he forgot where he sent them.
"You see it all?" Xie Liyun followed his finger for a while: "What style is this?"
Huo Jian is also not sure whether this is to read two or three lines together or to read them line by line. He frowned like a pinyin for a while: "Jazz?"
Xie Lianyun: ...? ?
Huo Jian thought that his answer was not clear enough: "bebop?"
Xie Lianyun quickly deleted this section of his solo, and coughed twice: "I don't take it before and after, I wrote it."
No, this kid just finished reading the software introduction last month, and now he can understand even the coordination?
He hasn’t taught him anything recently. What little monster is this guy living in?
The assistant called: "Thank you for what you mean, let me buy you a nine-point sweet girl, come over here? Can the girl buy it at will-you are seventeen, do you know?"
"Milk tea! It's milk tea! I slipped my hands wrong!"