Chapter 112: The Most Dazzling National Style

  Beautiful grassland is my home, wind blows green grass and flowers everywhere.

  Colorful butterflies flutter about, white birds sing, a curved emerald green water reflects the sunset glow.

  ……

  The song is still the same, but when sung by Zhou Fan, the style of the entire song changes instantly.

  Although the whole song was originally very low and long, at a few key points, Zhou Fan suddenly raised it by several degrees. This also made the style of the entire song change instantly, becoming explosive when it was low and long. Although such changes may not necessarily be good, as soon as you hear it, you can immediately remember this style, this personality.

  "Hmm, how is it? Do you feel something?"

  After finishing the song, Zhou Fan looked at Yang Mengling.

  "Yes, Master, I have somewhat understood."

  "It's fine if you understand, just think about it again. Of course, don't learn from me, my style may not suit you."

  "Mmm."

  Finally, under Zhou Fan's guidance, Yang Mengling rose from a grassroots singer to a highly professional path. At the same time, in the following days, Yang Mengling's style was also slowly cultivated. This change also gave Zhou Fan a sense of accomplishment, although he himself did not improve during this period. Through his own efforts, he had nurtured a singer, which was an honor that could not be overstated.

  "Master, how is it? Is the singing good?"

  Yang Mengling asked Zhou Fan again.

  "En, not bad, sang very well."

  This time, Zhou Fan was very satisfied.

  Yang Mengling has finally brought out her own personality, no matter what song she sings, she can always sing it in her own style.

  "Thank you, Master."

  At this time, Yang Mengling didn't know why, but she shed tears. She knew that although her master was younger than herself, he was a true art master. People like him, some people can't get his guidance for a lifetime. Unexpectedly, she had such an honor.

  "You're welcome, this is the result of your hard work."

  Zhou Fan shook his head, unwilling to owe others too much favor. Although he had pointed out Yang Mengling, Zhou Fan also believed that if it weren't for Yang Mengling's efforts, and if Yang Mengling didn't have so much love for this world, perhaps even if Yang Mengling followed him, he wouldn't have taught her too many things. It was all so natural, as if predetermined by fate, not intentional.

  "Afterwards, you can work hard and the future days will depend on yourself."

  By now, Zhou Fan was ready to leave alone.

  He wants to go to many places, and sometimes it's inconvenient to bring Yang Mengling along.

  Just then, when Zhou Fan mentioned it, Yang Mengling became somewhat anxious, "Master, are you leaving? Don't abandon me?"

  This remark made Yang Mengling cry even more.

  "Don't cry, I didn't teach you how to cry. Let's go, we still have a long way to go."

  Seeing Zhou Fan not abandoning himself, Yang Mengling burst into tears and followed him closely. However, she had no idea that once Zhou Fan made a decision, he wouldn't easily change it. Now he didn't leave, only because he felt there were still a few things to be done.

  Shanghai

  Shanghai has always been called "魔都" (Demon Capital) by people in private.

  Perhaps, in a place where economic changes are so great, it is not excessive to call it "Magic City".

  That day, Zhou Fan and Yang Mengling arrived in Magic City.

  "Alright, it's settled then. Tonight, we'll start work from here."

  He took a close look at a map of Shanghai and stopped in front of a place outside the Bund.

  This is the financial center of Shanghai, and also the center of Shanghai. Passersby are all elites from China.

  The reason for choosing this place is not because it can make more money by selling songs. Rather, Zhou Fan thinks that as long as you sing well here, it's very likely to become famous overnight. Before leaving, Zhou Fan plans to promote Yang Mengling and turn him into a real singer. Although Zhou Fan doesn't have any fame now and hasn't established a record company, he still wants to cultivate a star with his own power.

  "Alright, Master."

  The two men put down their luggage and sat on the floor of the corridor. Now they plan to take a rest first, and start work again in the evening.

  "Do you come here to sing at night too?"

  Just resting for a while, a handsome young man holding a guitar suddenly came over.

  "Who are you?"

  Zhou Fan opened his eyes and looked at this 1.8-meter-tall handsome guy.

  "I was also planning to sing here tonight, didn't expect you guys to arrive first."

  The handsome young man had a plain haircut, but he was still quite clean and tidy. He spoke politely, and Zhou Fan's impression of him wasn't bad.

  "Really? Sorry about that, we're staying here tonight."

  "It's okay, it's okay, Shanghai is so big, now it's only 2 pm, I still have a lot of time to find another place."

  When he met his fellow traveler, the handsome young man also opened up a topic and started chatting with Zhou Fan.

  "Are you a group?"

  "No."

  Zhou Fan shook his head, "She sings alone."

  "As for me..."

  Zhou Fan smiled and said, "I'm making soy sauce."

  In reality, when Yang Mengling sang, Zhou Fan was always sitting on one side eating soy sauce.

  "Ah..."

  The handsome young man obviously didn't understand Zhou Fan's words, but he didn't ask deeply either. "Hehe, you guys are really unique. My name is Cheng Yi, nice to meet you."

  "My name is Zhou Fan, and this one..."

  "Hello, my name is Yang Mengling, I am Master's apprentice."

  "Oh, I see."

  Cheng Yi finally understood the relationship between the two people.

  "By the way, what songs do you all sing?"

  Selling songs for a living is always dull and tasteless. As soon as he met a few lines, Cheng Yi wanted to communicate with them.

  Folk song.

  Knowing Zhou Fan wasn't too willing to interact with strangers, Yang Mengling said instead.

  But unexpectedly, Cheng Yi shouted out loud after hearing the two words "folk song", "Ah, folk song."

  "What?"

  This sudden cry made even Zhou Fan feel a little strange.

  "No, no, sorry, actually I also sing folk songs."

  "Oh, I see."

  "Really? Now street performers usually sing popular songs and rock music, why do you want to sing folk songs?"

  At this time, even Zhou Fan felt a bit strange and asked.

  "It's like this, actually."

  Cheng Yi felt a bit embarrassed, "Actually, I'm more of a literary and artistic youth. I've always been thinking, why can folk songs be passed down for thousands of years? There must be something unique about them. And popular music only has a history of one or two hundred years, it's not necessarily going to replace folk songs. So, I've been constantly thinking, whether folk songs can incorporate some elements of popular music into them. Creating songs that are both like folk songs and popular at the same time..."

  At this point, Zhou Fan's eyes lit up.

  "This guy is pretty good... He actually has such an idea."

  However, Zhou Fan remained calm and asked, "How's the effect?"

  "This, effect..."

  Cheng Yi looked somewhat embarrassed, "It has some effect, but..."

  It goes without saying that Zhou Fan already knew the result, which was definitely not ideal.

  That's true, having an idea is one thing, but whether it can be done or not is another matter.

  Just like everyone wants to innovate, but how to innovate, who knows. However, Zhou Fan didn't mock him, thinking that in this world, having such an innovative mindset is already not bad, and asked again, "Hehe, so it seems you can write songs?"

  "There's something written, Brother Zhou Fan, can you help me take a look?"

  As he spoke, Cheng Yi quickly took out a notebook and flipped open one of his own compositions.

  He just met Zhou Fan and others, not wanting to chat, but actually wanted them to help him refer to the song he wrote.

  "Let me see."

  Zhou Fan picked up the sheet music written by Cheng Yi and took a look at the song title, "The Most Dazzling National Style".

  Almost, Zhou Fan thought he had returned to his previous life.

  Fortunately, when Zhou Fan took a closer look, he suddenly discovered that this most dazzling national style was different from the song of the previous life's Phoenix Legend.

  Not only is the melody different, but so are the lyrics.

  "It's actually not bad, but it feels a bit strange."

  After listening to the whole song, Zhou Fan felt a bit terrible.

  "Yes, I also feel that there's something strange, but what's wrong with it, I don't know."

  Cheng Yi was also somewhat anxious, he had determined the direction, but in practice, he encountered many troubles.

  "Really?"

  Zhou Fan laughed and returned the sheet music to Cheng Yi.

  "Brother Zhou Fan, I hope you can give me more guidance."

  Cheng Yi was also a clever person, seeing Zhou Fan's young age and becoming the master of this beautiful woman on the side, he determined that Zhou Fan had real skills. He immediately became more humble and asked Zhou Fan for advice.

  "It's actually quite simple, your earlier attempt to combine folk songs with pop songs was a good innovation. However, one must also distinguish between primary and secondary elements. After all, are you focusing on folk songs or pop songs? Take a look at this song "Most Ethnic Wind" now, it doesn't seem like either folk or pop, neither here nor there, of course it feels strange."

  Just as expected, Zhou Fan pointed out the shortcomings of the song "Cheng Yi".

  "Wow, Zhou Fan brother, you are really my idol. I was always wondering and didn't expect that you would say it out in just one sentence."

  It was just one sentence, but Cheng Yi's face showed a look of admiration.

  "Also, your lyrics, my god, are you writing for PhD students or something? They're so literary. You need to know that you're writing folk songs, folk songs, just like this one with the most stunning ethnic style, it's completely folk. But look at what you're writing now. What the heck, it's written like a love song, is this still folk? Folk my sister..."

  When he saw this song, Zhou Fan wanted to laugh loudly.

  "Uh...... this, this......"

  Cheng Yi was scolded by Zhou Fan until his face turned pale, and he couldn't utter a single word.

  Yang Mengling on the side apologetically looked at Cheng Yi, "Sorry about that, Master is just like this, don't mind it."

  "No, no, no...... Where did you see a monster? Master said it was, Master said it was."

  Cheng Yi shook his head like a rattle drum, without showing any surprise at all.

  "Excuse me, can you make the lyrics a bit whiter?"

  Folk songs are called folk songs because they are traditional songs of a nation and also songs sung for working people.

  What's the point of being so pretentious and hypocritical?

  Another scolding, Zhou Fan felt refreshing.

  No wonder it's so cool when spraying, Zhou Fan is a bit addicted.

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