The dark sky hung low


    Bright stars follow


    Insect fly


    Insect fly


    ……


    "Nephew Qin, how about listening? Is there any hope for my niece and granddaughter? " The old man looked forward to it.


    Qin Feng frowned slightly.


    To tell the truth, compared with ordinary people, it''s good. Compared with professional singers, it''s really far from good. The voice is pale, there is no sense of rhythm, and the enunciation is not clear enough.


    Of course, the problem of unclear articulation was later broken by Jay Chou. After all, the heavenly king has always been famous for his unclear pronunciation.


    However, the problem of your insufficient singing is very serious.


    In particular, even if there is no headset and singing, Qin Feng can clearly hear his breath. You know, as a professional singer, you can''t hear the breath sound, that''s the basic skill.


    If you can''t do this, your basic skills are unqualified.


    "Why, is it difficult?" The old man saw Qin Feng''s dilemma. "If it''s difficult, it''s OK. After all, my niece and granddaughter''s ability is here."


    Obviously, the old man is also very scholarly and doesn''t want to embarrass Qin Feng.


    Such old people cherish their feathers very much. It''s one thing to ask for someone for your niece and granddaughter. But being too troublesome is another matter.


    On one side, Chen jieying looked indifferent, not too nervous or depressed.


    This calm makes Qin Feng very satisfied.


    The singing is not good enough. The electric sound is good enough.


    In this world, nothing is more relaxed and simple than electronic music songs. Coupled with a good tuner, it''s not too good. At this price, you need a tuner with an annual salary of 100000 to ensure that you become a singer.


    Of course, it is only limited to the recording studio and can not appear at all kinds of parties and concerts.


    "There are ways. You can choose electric sound." Qin Feng said slowly, "well, let me think about it!"


    "Thank you, nephew Qin. If you think it''s easy, do it. If it''s not easy, just give me a reply. " The old man got up and said with a grateful face.


    "It''s all right. You''re Mr.''s friend. Mr. opened his mouth. Naturally, I''ll do my best as a disciple!" Qin Feng said respectfully.


    "Old Zhou, I really have a good disciple!" The old man sighed, "unlike the previous ones... Well, don''t talk about it. I have something else to do, so I''ll go first. You young people, just talk. "


    The old man got up and left.


    Qin Feng looked at Chen jieying and thought.


    "Have you ever thought about your future?" Qin Feng asked.


    "Isn''t it just to make a record, then be a singer, go to a concert and make a lot of money!" Chen jieying said carelessly.


    Qin Feng frowned slightly. This attitude made Qin Feng a little dissatisfied. She doesn''t like it. It''s been several years since I started my career. Don''t you have a plan for your own road?


    Admittedly, it''s not popular now, or that kind of newcomer, but you should also have a plan for your future.


    If there is no plan for life, it is not in vain.


    "If you want to make a lot of money, how are you going to make it?" Qin Feng asked again with patience.


    "As long as you are famous, the money will come automatically! How easy it is! " Chen jieying said frankly.


    Qin Feng had nothing to say. This is a typical 18 line little star who has a star dream. It can''t even be said to be a star dream. They all think so, but in fact, it''s not so easy to be famous.


    "Well, I''ll go back and think about it and write a song for you according to your style. When I write it out, I''ll tell you. " Qin Feng got up and was ready to leave.


    Don''t waste time with people like this. Just write a song for yourself. As for the future, it has nothing to do with yourself.


    As for electronic songs, there are still quite a lot. Choose one by yourself, usually the red one. If it''s too red, it won''t work.


    Qin Feng didn''t think it was worth it.


    Originally, Qin Feng appreciated her indifferent attitude and was ready to think about whether to pick a song from Jiangnan style or fade to make it popular.


    Either of these two songs, in today''s music world, comes out to bomb the whole music world, not just the Chinese music world, but the world.


    This is enough to make him a global pop singer. But now, Qin Feng is not happy.


    I''d better keep this song for the Tanabata fairy.


    Such people don''t deserve it. Just find a good song for yourself.


    "Classmate Qin, I''ll send you!" Chen jieying immediately got up and said with a smile on her face.


    Qin Feng nodded indifferently.


    Subsequently, Chen jieying posted it.


    Two arms tightly hugged Qin Feng,


    Qin Feng frowned.


    "Miss Chen, since I promised your grandpa, I will try my best. You don''t have to! " Qin Feng frowned and said.


    This needs a different person. Qin Feng has already pushed away. But after all, considering Mr. Qin''s face, Qin Feng had to restrain his temper and said.


    "Well, thank you. I''ll take you out!" Chen jieying breathed in Qin Feng''s ear like orchid.


    Qin Feng couldn''t help thinking about it.


    "Miss Chen, please respect yourself." Qin Feng pushed away directly, "I write a good song and will call your grandpa!"


    With that, Qin Feng left without looking back.


    Chen jieying''s beautiful face instantly became extremely ugly.


    Stamp your feet, Snort and return to your seat.


    Not long after, a man came over with a camera.


    "How''s it going? Did you get it?" Chen jieying asked nervously.


    "Don''t worry. I''ve finished shooting a film. I''ll go back and wash it now. Come and see it in the evening." The man smiled and pinched Chen jieying''s face, "baby, with these photos, you can be angry!"


    "Is that true? I don''t have any works! " Chen jieying asked anxiously.


    "Don''t worry, as long as you are famous, you will have everything. No matter bad fame or good fame, as long as you have fame, you have everything. " The man smiled and hurried away.


    Here, Qin Feng is home.


    "Well, is it difficult? If it''s difficult, push it off. " Mr. Zhou said.


    "It''s all right. Although the congenital conditions are bad, I can write fast-paced songs and weaken their singing skills to the greatest extent. It''s all right. " Qin Feng didn''t say anything else.


    "Hard work for you!" Mr. Zhou patted Qin Feng on the shoulder, "if you have any difficulties, you must tell me. This favor, whether or not, is my business. It has nothing to do with you! "


    "I know, sir!" Qin Feng nodded respectfully.


    What song do you choose? Qin Feng considered it for a long time.


    Finally, I decided to give a song "metoo" to Chen jieying.


    Of course, this is a rock song with many electronic elements. Qin Feng doesn''t know if he can sing it in English. But for Qin Feng, this is no problem. Just change the lyrics into Chinese.


    It''s called "baked gluten" in Chinese. In this way, a huge contrast can be formed. With the extremely rhythmic music, it should be able to make it popular for a while.


    As for the way after that, it has nothing to do with Qin Feng.


    But Qin Feng didn''t expect that when he woke up, his painting style would suddenly change.