Chapter 193: Write songs for fans

When Han Yiming and Gong Nanbei appeared in the center of the stage at the same time, there was another crazy scream!
Fans don't care about their voices at all, even if they are hoarse, they still roar.
Han Yiming smiled and waved at the fans, picked up Mike and said: "Today, the last show has never appeared in a concert."
When Han Yiming spoke, many fans noticed that there was something wrong with his voice.
Han Yiming asked the staff behind him to step forward and smile: "Today, we will draw a lucky audience from the fans! Write a song for him!"
Once Han Yiming finished speaking, the fans were crazy!
"Choose me! Choose me!"
"Han Yiming! Han Yiming!"
"Yi Ming! Choose me!"
Han Tianwang wrote songs for him at the concert, if he is selected, he can play for a lifetime!
Han Yiming is also very satisfied with the status of the fans. He pointed to the staff behind him and said: "The boxes in their hands are the letter area code, row number, and seat number! Next, I will randomly select a lucky audience member. come out!"
Han Yiming's concert, naturally, there are a lot of reporters. When Han Yiming made such a gimmick, many people's eyes were glowing!
They have listened to a lot of concerts, and this is the first time they have encountered such a gimmick! Are you afraid of smashing the sign when you write songs to fans on the spot?
In fact, in their hearts, they wished that Han Yiming made a mistake or smashed the signboard. This gimmick was enough!
After Han Yiming announced the rules, the lottery began.
Reached out into the big box, took out a ping pong ball and placed it in front of the camera. All the audience could clearly see that there was a C on the ping pong ball.
Suddenly, the audience in Zone C cheered frantically, the voice loud enough to completely cover the voices of other audiences.
Han smiled and put his hand into the second box, and took out a table tennis ball with the number eleven written on it.
"Congratulations to the audience in the eleventh row!"
In the stadium, there was another cheering. Han Yiming took a deep breath, went deep into the last big box, took out a ping pong ball, and displayed it in front of the screen.
"Let's congratulations! Area C! Audience in row eleven, seat 32! Congratulations! Ask the staff to bring him to the stage and we will create a piece of music for him!"
For an instant, everyone in the C area looked at the eleventh row.
In the eleventh row, a young man holds a mobile phone in one hand and a concert ticket in the other.
He looked at the ticket in his hand, a little unbelievable.
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"Congratulations to this friend!"
Han Tianwang couldn't see this clearly on the stage. The staff walked up to the man, checked the ticket number, and invited the youth to the stage with a smile.
The young man picked up the beer that was set aside and drank several sips in succession before he followed the staff to the stage.
The young man was thin and tall, and he looked like he was about twenty-five or sixteen years old. He didn't know if it was because of excitement or the two sips of wine. His face was a little red.
When he came closer, Han Yiming realized that this person was crying again.
At first he thought that this person was emotionally sensitive, maybe he cried because of excitement, but soon he felt something was wrong, this person was really sad.
He turned his head and glanced at Gong Nanbei, his eyes full of inquiries: "Can it work?"
Gong Nanbei returned him one: "No problem"!
Han Yiming felt relieved and greeted him with a smile: "This friend, what's your name?"
"Hello, Brother Han, my name is Ma Jun" the young man replied with a smile.
With this mouth, Han Yiming smelled a scent of alcohol, and thought this person was still drinking? It seems that something annoying has really happened.
Han Yiming smiled and said, "What are your requirements for the song?"
Ma Jun thought for a while before saying: "Then write a song for my ex-girlfriend."
As soon as this remark came out, fans at the concert began to talk, and the voice of twittering was loud.
Ma Jun's eyes were red again and said, "I broke up with her last week. I want to tell her, sorry, I'm too naive to give her what she wants. Just, so be it"
After Han Yiming heard this, he turned to look at Gong Nan Bei, Gong Nan Bei nodded slightly, and then he turned his head and smiled at Ma Jun: "Everything will be fine, there is still a long way to go in life! You have to look forward!"
Ma Jun gave a wry smile, but did not respond.
Some things can only come out on their own, no matter how others persuade them, it is useless.
Gong Nanbei had already received a staff, and began to draw the score.
It was the first time that everyone in the band that saw him write a song was a little surprised. Have you been creative so soon? Don't have any inside stories here! How about so fast?
There was wind in Gong Nanbei's writing, and within two or three minutes, he drew the staff. Then he yelled Han Yiming to his side, making the appearance of the two discussing together.
After drawing the staff, the two of them checked it slightly, and then handed it to the band members.
After the band watched the staff, they looked at Gong Nan Bei and looked like they were looking at evildoers!
This is all thanks to the system's primary soundtrack production skills, otherwise Gongnan Bei doesn't even know the staff!
Han Yiming ran over and studied the sheet music with the band. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he became. On the other side, Gong Nanbei had already begun to write lyrics.
After another three or four minutes, Gong Nan Bei's lyrics were also written, and he handed the lyrics to Han Yiming and said, "Brother Han, see if you can do it."
Han Yiming took the lyrics, tried to sing a few words, then looked back at the band members.
There are wry smiles on their faces. This is not to say that they are not satisfied with the bad song, but they all feel that Gong Nan Bei is a bit too enchanting, which makes them, professionals, feel frustrated.
Han Yiming picked up the lyrics and showed it to the camera: "The song has been written, do you want to listen?"
"miss you!"
"Want to hear!"
"Want to hear! Want to hear!"
Han Yiming asked, and immediately received a loud response from the audience.
Han Yiming smiled and turned to look at Ma Jun and said: "This song is dedicated to you, Mr. Ma Jun, I hope you will like it"
Ma Jun really drank too much, but smirked twice at Han Yiming.
Han Yiming looked at his state, turned around and asked the staff to send a stool up, so that he could sit down more comfortably.
Musicians have already begun to study music scores.
Han Yiming's throat became more and more serious, and when he spoke, Gong Nanbei looked at him with some worry.
Han Yiming smiled and pointed to the lyrics above, meaning that he could still sing these sentences.
Gong Nanbei nodded slightly, this was Han Yiming's pride, and he couldn't refuse.
Two or three minutes later, the musician gently nodded at Han Yiming.
Han Yiming nodded slightly and turned his head to look at the north and south of the palace.
After Gong Nanbei nodded slightly, the staff on the side took a guitar and a bass came up.
Gong Nanbei put the guitar on his back, Han Yiming put the bass on his back and laughed.
"The title of this song is "Boy"! Give it to Brother Ma Jun and also to all the good friends here!"
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