"I never thought that there is such a genius in the entertainment industry now, which is not bad."

Keep listening to it, Han Lei rarely heard songs that were extremely comfortable to compose, especially the combination of Chinese style and Western bass bass, which was natural and just right. He had only seen this kind of musical treatment in one person, that is, the world-renowned star, the super king MG.

You know, MG's producer is the top player in the industry, and his every song costs millions of dollars.

And this person named Ye Lang actually wrote this song during the live broadcast? Could it be that he had prepared it in advance?

Han Lei listened carefully at this time.

"Rap! This form of music is very bold."

"There are also Hakka dialects, which are good, and they integrate into local folk customs..."

Suddenly, he took a breath of air conditioning, "Hiss...this erhu...this piano..."

Han Lei doesn't know much about rap, he still recognizes Ye Lang's rhythm and doesn't like it very much, but it's definitely not bad.

A erhu's hissing suddenly appeared in the middle of this song "Nunchaku", like the brewing of emotions in silence, the sound of a martial arts master gasping while facing the enemy.

In Ye Lang's live broadcast room, as soon as this Erhu episode appeared, the entire live broadcast room exploded.

"Damn it, I heard the first time I heard the musical instruments of our country appear in the songs, and I am so fond of this Ye Shen."

"A casual song makes the so-called top singers and writers in the entertainment industry lose face and use so-called Western instruments, and they all enjoy it and regard it as high-end. However, when the erhu of China appeared, this feeling was no longer possible, and I was covered in goosebumps!"

The lyrics continue to explode at this time.

“What are you doing (customer) What are you doing (customer)

I open the Ren and Du meridians

What to do (customer) What to do (customer)

The Sick Man in East Asia

What to do (customer) What to do (customer)

I've kicked away"

After this humming, Ye Lang's body enjoyed the swinging rhythm with the rhythm of the music and stopped suddenly.

A piece of piano solo is like a small bridge and flowing water, neither fast nor slow, and the rhythm is bright, like a master playing chess, the inaudible gaze of the midfield.

Suddenly, the drum beats exploded again!

...

The song ended, and the barrage was silent for a few seconds.

Finally, a barrage slowly appeared.

"Those who practice martial arts must remember that the benevolent are invincible. Who is practicing Tai Chi and is prosperous? Haha, Ye Shen, I am convinced by this sentence. If I don't support me, I will obey you."

"Brother, I like being honest and upright the most! So handsome!"

"I feel that the Chinese music scene is about to change."

...

The live video of Ye Lang was released on Weibo.

Han Lei, a well-known music giant, commented: "Ye Lang, although I don't know who Ye Lang is, from his music, I feel a kind of spiritual energy, even higher than spiritual energy. Let me ask you, who dares to use the Chinese Erhu in today's music scene? People all regard the West as the main point. When will our Chinese folk music come forward? I am a music teacher, and I deeply know how difficult it is to inherit our Chinese folk music. Ye Lang gave me hope. I like that piano solo, which reminds me of the psychological game between masters in martial arts movies."

After listening to "Nunchaku", Han Lei immediately released his thoughts.

As a professor at the Huaxia Conservatory of Music, his students immediately became excited.

"There are not many songs that can make Teacher Han so excited, I'll listen to them."

"Teacher Han looks very excited. I have never seen him evaluate a singer like this."

"I am also a fan of Ye Shen. As a music student, I think Ye Shen's songs are full of creativity. This rap accent is simply a pioneering work. Do you know what the real Chinese style is in the underground singers?"

...

At this time, Ye Lang looked at the barrage leisurely, "You guys continue to praise you, I haven't heard enough yet."

The barrage rolled their eyes and came out again.

“Well…”

Flashes of onomatopoeia came out.

"No, your fans this year are not good." Ye Lang pretended to be bitter and grudged, "If you can't get your response, how can I continue to sing? I still have several songs."

The barrage laughed crazy.

"Haha, no, Ye Shen is really a drama artist."

"Ye Shen, your song is good, keep singing."

"Hurry up, we still have to sleep."

...

Ye Lang's barrage is not good.

Ye Lang nodded, "Well, it seems you know you are wrong. I will take back what I said just now. There are still good fans in this generation."

"What do you mean by this song next? I call this style Chinese style, which is different from the songs you usually listen to."

"The name of this song is called "Dongfeng Po". Come on, it's time to show the composition. We will use various instruments, so let's first simulate the sounds of various instruments..."

Ye Lang took less than an hour to create the first song, and the final product was completed. The speed was amazing. In the second song, Ye Lang felt that his proficiency seemed to be much higher.

...

In an ancient city in the northwest, there were bright lights and wine at night, and a group of restless people were caring on the stage in large clothes.

"yoyoyo, this is a MC landmine. Friends from Chang'an, how are you?"

A hint of rebelliousness appeared on his face, and as his voice fell, a burst of noisy and rhythmic music came.

"Can you say hello and greet you!

Actually, it's really your question to ask me the number I want first

I'm actually very busy, do you need to make an appointment?"

A young man wearing a white sweatshirt with a relatively symmetrical figure and a trace of edges on his face rushed out in one step. As the rhythm of MC playing, he spitted lotus flowers and kept flipping his mouth.

The people below the audience were thundering and thundering, and the people beside them screamed.

"Pickled pepper! Pickled pepper! Pickled pepper!"

The code name of this person is Paulo, and he is an underground rapper.

A song was sung late, and Pickled Pepper was panting and cheering. Tonight, I don’t know how many girls screamed and rushed into his room, wanting his signature.

"Big Dog, how about it? My new song is good!"

However, the man named Dagou ignored him and instead wore headphones and stared at the screen.

"Damn, this person is so awesome. Compared with him, our songs are just rubbish!"

The big dog fisted violently, and then he noticed that Pickled Pepper had stepped down.

"Hurry, listen to this!"

Zhujiao frowned, who made our rap into garbage? Is there such a person in China?

So he saw Ye Lang and heard Nunchakus.

After listening, his face was very wonderful, and his mood was so unwilling to be convinced but unable to express it, like a thorn in his throat.

"Big Dog, who is this person?"

"A anchor, singing very happily!"

"Tsk, just that! I'm the number one person in China's underground rap right now!"

Paulo Jiao looked arrogant and this title was not something that he had. Although he was young, he was talented, had a quick mouth, and had a strong rhythm. In addition, the lyrics were very jumping and his mind was very open. I wonder how many old underground rappers suffered losses in front of him. What is your thing?
Chapter completed!