"Sister Sasha is not an ordinary bar singer. She is a well-known singer who has posted records." Last time she came here, Qiao Yadan was surprised that he didn't know Sasha. After returning, Fang Xiao checked the Internet and knew her resume. He raised his right hand and said, "I have posted five records in total, four of which are covers. I won't mention the covers. There is no technical content. Let me tell you about her first record, the only original record, released in "The Late Wind" ten years ago."

Sasha was obviously very angry by his sarcasm. She raised her legs and was about to walk to the stage, but was pulled by the middle-aged man beside her and signaled her not to act rashly. Fang Xiao saw that Brother Kun also went there.

"This album is named after the title song of the same name, but unfortunately, the title song "Late Wind" performed very badly. Whether it is the lyrics and music or singing, it was lackluster and had no impact. It was like a plastic bag blown away by the evening wind, disappearing without a trace. The whole album was just a hit "Love Can't Go Back", and then Sister Sasha had a meal for ten years." After talking about Sasha's information, Fang Xiao looked around the bar and said, "I will use "Late Wind" as the title, and write a song, so that Sister Sasha will know that there are many people in this world who can write songs, and many people who can write good songs, but they don't like you."

Then he began to call out: "Save, Lan Xiaoxi, Qiao Yadan, come up."

This kind of public slap in the face in public is rare even a passionate rock bar. Besides, the calm and low-key bars like Twilight, no one doesn't like watching the fun. The guests are excited and make a louder noise than before, as if the birds are flapping their wings on the beach and about to take off.

"I am a student from Nanjing Normal University, I am a senior and I am about to graduate. These three are all classmates from the same school as me." Fang Xiao pointed to the three girls who were holding the sand hammer and went on stage one after another, and introduced: "This one is the licensor, this one is Lan Xiaoxi, everyone knows this one, Qiao Yadan, she works here and is a waiter in the bar."

Qiao Yadan stood on his right, Xu and Lan Xiaoxi stood on the left.

Fang Xiaoxian asked Qiao Yadan: "How is your memory?"

Qiao Yadan had seen his ability to write songs on the spot. He cooperated with a smile and said, "It's okay."

Fang Xiao turned around and asked Xu and Lan Xiaoxi again. Both women nodded and said it was not bad.

"Very good. All three students said they have good memory." Fang Xiao picked up the guitar and crossed his chest and said, "The weather forecast says that the typhoon 'Shanshan' has left, but I think Shanshan is like a graceful beauty. She left, but she left a charming aftertaste. On the way to the bar tonight, you should be able to feel the evening breeze blowing in, very comfortable and gentle."

"I will write a song with the evening breeze tonight." He swept a chord casually and said, "I'll sing it first, let the three students remember the lyrics, and then everyone sings it again in turn. Qiao Yadan, you first, then Lan Xiaoxi, and finally permission. Is it okay?"

It is not easy to remember the lyrics and sing after listening to them, but none of the three girls asked questions and just nodded.

The whole bar was silent, looking at the stage in unison, and even Sasha, who had been whining with Brother Kun, stopped clamoring.

Fang Xiao started playing the guitar. After playing the prelude, he started singing. The lyrics were very short, with only four sentences.

“…

Gentle evening breeze

Blow gently through your lover's dream

Gentle evening breeze

Blow gently through the sky of my hometown

Gentle evening breeze

Blow gently through the city lights

The evening breeze tonight

Please tell me where you go

…”

Women are like water, and their voices can be compared with wine and drinks. Men are like mountains, so it is difficult to describe them in liquids. Fang Xiao's voice is thick and magnetic, like gray granite, with a fine texture and slightly heavy, with a fine grainy feeling, but it feels smooth and looks ordinary, but it is not greasy for a long time.

As soon as he spoke, everyone felt shocked. As the song unfolded, the audience seemed to be in the warm spring evening breeze, and involuntarily showed a comfortable and satisfied expression.

After hearing a few words, Ada pushed the prepared wine to Uncle Bao and asked softly: "Uncle Bao..."

Uncle Bao waved his hand and signaled him not to speak.

Brother Kun, who was originally facing away from the stage, turned his head sideways, and the middle-aged man sitting with Sasha also sat upright.

After Fang Xiao finished singing, she looked at Qiao Yadan while playing the transition, and interacted with her in body language. Although Qiao Yadan worked everywhere, she had never lost her professionalism. She followed Fang Xiao's rhythm, shaking the sand hammer and hit the beat. When the melody arrived, she immediately followed it with a clear margin.

Her voice was completely different from Fang Xiao's, and she gave the audience a completely different feeling. Fang Xiao's singing seemed to be a man standing on the rooftop of a building watching the city lights, with a faint melancholy, and her singing seemed to be a girl waiting for her lover in a small house on the top of a mountain, with passionate longing.

When it was Lan Xiaoxi's turn, her singing was different again, as if the little girl sitting alone on the beach was homesick, with her memories like water, and finally, her voice was like a tourist traveling around on a bicycle, with a erratic future.

After the sing, Fang Xiao continued to play the guitar and ended with a chord. When the last note disappeared, applause rang out in the audience, which was more lively than Qiao Yadan's just now. Perhaps this direct slap in the face stimulated the adrenal glands of these middle-class people, or because new songs are always stunning.

After the applause was over, Fang Xiao held the microphone and said, "What do you think? Is it better than Sister Sasha's "The Late Wind"?"

There were more than a dozen people in the audience who responded and applauded, but most of them just smiled and didn't make a fuss.

The silent majority...

It seems that we have to make more popular. If we can't arouse the audience's emotions, we can't be considered a good singer...

He was thinking about how to tease the hundreds of gentle people in the bar. Sasha was so desperate that she appeared again, and said loudly: "Is it a shame to shout for such a simple song? Take a song written by me or who wrote it, and I don't know when it was written by me or who said I could write songs. Fang Xiao, your skin is so thick that it is gone!"

Fang Xiao immediately had an idea, snapped his fingers, stretched out his right hand, pointed at her with a very stylish look, and said, "Sister Sasha said so well. I also think this song is too simple, it is not difficult, it is not enough to play, and your face is not rosy enough. This is better, based on the characteristics of the four of us, I will write four more songs, or use the evening breeze to do the questions, and write them on the spot."

His tone was plain and he didn't even have a stress at all, but the Haikou was too loud and the audience was uproared. The noise was a little bigger than before. He was like a group of birds spreading their wings and trying to fly, but now it's like a bustling vegetable market.

Finally got a little human...

"Uncle Bao." Ada was a little worried and said, "How about you go and smooth things over and stop when you see it's good. There is no need to make it too big."

"I don't think it's necessary. Dandan said that he could write a song in just a few minutes, and it seemed to be true." Uncle Bao sat down and didn't move, whispering, saying, "Heroes are young, this little square is not simple! Lao Shen wants to paint the faces of some old guys."

Bo Li is the oldest among these old men, and he agreed and said, "It's really not simple. Bao, have you noticed that when you sang just now, although everyone's lyrics were the same, Fang Xiao fine-tuned the melody according to each person's voice characteristics, and combined with body movements to guide them to sing different flavors. It's rare and not simple! These girls are obviously the first time they sang this song. He made great contributions to how good he could sing it."

Uncle Bao nodded slightly.

The three girls were also very surprised. It was okay to write one song on the spot, and four songs were written at one time, and it was too amazing to write according to each person's voice characteristics, so they bent down and bowed their heads and approached Fang Xiao.

"Fang Xiao, can you do it?" This is permission.

"What are you singing?" This is Lan Xiaoxi.

"Fang Xiao, you are so awesome!" This is Qiao Yadan.

Fang Xiao smiled but said nothing, and his expression was very confident.

He took the initiative to pick the "evening wind" to do the topic, but in fact he had laid the groundwork for a long time. You can attack and retreat. Because there are too many popular songs like "wind", there are so many popular songs, "The Season of the Wind", "The Clouds Made by Rain in the Wind", "The Wind Continues to Blow", "When the Wind Rises Again", "I Want to Blow the Wind Again", etc., and even the word "wind" in the lyrics can be used, such as "I Want to Go Back with You", which can be used to meet the situation...

"Everyone stands, all stands, and follow my command."

Xu Buren was called back and forth by him, and then stood up straight. Lan Xiaoxi was very excited and returned to his position just now with one step. After Qiao Yadan stood up, he turned his head and looked at him with a hotter gaze than the scorching summer sun.

"Everyone, before writing, I need to explain two things clearly."

"The first thing I want to summarize the voice characteristics of my three classmates." Fang Xiao pointed at the three girls one by one and said, "Jiao Yadan, natural and pure, Lan Xiaoxi, mellow and round, permission, erratic and blurry. Do you have any objections?"

The guests agreed and said there was no problem.

Fang Xiao pointed at himself again and said, "As for myself, I think I am a kind-hearted man, but my body, like a piece of paper, doesn't seem to be a hard man..."

The self-deprecating words caused laughter and it was very warm. The atmosphere increased from thirty to forty degrees of warm water to 50 to 60 degrees of bath water.

"Okay, my family knows my family's affairs, so I won't summarize my own characteristics. Next, I will talk about the second thing, which is the time to write songs." Fang Xiao turned his eyes to the bar and asked, "Brother Ada, I heard that cocktails are ever-changing and have a variety of flavors. Are there any wines similar to our four voice styles?"

Ada was stunned and replied, "Some."

Fang Xiao used his fingers to celebrate from left to right, then said: "Now there are about 100 guests in the bar, Ada Ge, how long does it take to make 100 cocktails?"

"The fastest thing is 30 minutes." After Ada finished speaking, he added: "But 100 cups are a bit too much, maybe 40 minutes."

"OK, I understand." Fang Xiao turned to face the guests in the venue and said, "I need time to write songs, they need time to be familiar with the lyrics."

"This is a bar, with fine wine first, followed by music. It's better to do this. Everyone has heard the voices of the four of us just now. If anyone likes the voice, go buy a cocktail with a similar temperament to whom. With a limit of 100 cups, as long as Brother Ada has prepared 100 cups of wine, whether we are ready or not, we will go on stage to sing to everyone. What do you think?"

I originally wanted to drink when I came to the bar, so buying an extra cocktail was nothing, but I wrote 4 songs in 30 minutes and had strict restrictions. This kind of miracle-like thing is hard to encounter if I missed it.

The guests agreed, but no one opposed Fang Xiao's proposal.

Sister Shasha came out to commit suicide again and said coldly: "Fang Xiao, don't treat us as fools. When you make up something randomly, you can also say it's a song. Can it be a song?"

"Since Sister Sasha says that, then I'll have a vote later. If you think the songs I wrote are not good, they made up the numbers, and all the money for the wine will be counted as mine." Fang Xiao stood up and said with a smile: "If everyone thinks they sound good, then what about the money for the wine, Sister Sasha, you can pay for it?"

PS1: The song in the book is "The Late Wind" by the Good Sister Band collaborated with Xiaojuan and residents in the valley.

PS2: Everyone is welcome to follow my NetEase Cloud Music. ID: I will add a song list for every song that appears in the book, so that it can be used for reference when reading.
Chapter completed!