"Guitar, Xiao, Pipa, Erhu, Guzheng, Shakuhachi..."

Yue Yunpeng looked at Tang Yao closing his eyes and muttered a string of instrument names. He was a little confused and did not dare to disturb him. After Tang Yao breathed and opened his eyes, he asked curiously.

"Tang Yao, what are you reciting?"

"I'm thinking about arranging the music." Tang Yao said thoughtfully, "The instruments I just mentioned can basically be used, but I don't know if the program team can find people who use these instruments soon."

Yue Yunpeng suddenly widened his eyes, looking surprised as if 'Oh my God', and said incrediblely, "Are you saying you have started to want to arrange the music?! But we haven't even written the lyrics yet!"

"The composition and lyrics are very fast," Tang Yao said affirmatively, "Arrangement is the most rare part. It requires a harmonious cooperation between various instruments, so that people do not feel abrupt after listening to it, so that traditional instruments are not used much in modern pop music, so it is even more difficult to have so many traditional instruments."

Yue Yunpeng nodded as if he was ignorant, and admired Tang Yao very much. He was also a little worried. After all, Tang Yao thought it was difficult, which means it was really difficult.

At this time, there seemed to be a notification from the director in the cameraman's headset. After he agreed a few words, he said to Tang Yao.

"Teacher Tang, Director Hong and Director Liu said that they can arrange any instruments they need to play as soon as possible, so there is no need to worry about this."

Tang Yao nodded, "That's good."

After thinking about it, he said, "Can the program team give me a guitar to the hotel?"

The photographer immediately told the director Tang Yao’s request.

"The director said there is no problem. At most, he will be sent to Teacher Tang's hotel in half an hour."

"OK."

The program team's car arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. This time, the front desk girl knew Tang Yao's identity and looked at him with a surprise smile as soon as she entered the door. Tang Yao also smiled at her and nodded.

"Teacher Tang, the manager has changed you for free to the most luxurious suite here, and I'll take you up there." Another waiter came over and said.

"OK, thanks."

"This treatment is really great, and you can also enjoy free room upgrade service." Yue Yunpeng said with envy.

"The program team has negotiated with the hotel." Tang Yao smiled indifferently.

When you arrive at the suite and enter the door, you will be worthy of the word luxury. The interior of the house is very spacious, with luxurious decoration and connotation. The scenery outside the window is excellent, with two bedrooms and one living room, as well as a study, piano room, home theater and other configurations.

After the waiter brought them in, he introduced them one by one. Finally, Tang Yao sat in the piano room, touching the piano that looked valuable, and played casually like an ordinary butterfly at his fingertips.

With piano skills (specialization), he is a master-level pianist. Playing casually is enough to make people dazzling and pleasing to the eye.

The photographer gave his hand a close-up.

Yue Yunpeng stood beside him and listened with great pleasure. He didn't know how superb such a technique was. He just felt that the sound of the ding ping was very pleasant.

"What's the name of the song you just played?"

"It's the piano music of "Chengdu". Didn't you hear it?" Tang Yao looked at Xiao Yueyue with a strange look.

"Haha, I didn't hear it, I could only vaguely feel that the tone was a little familiar." Yue Yunpeng scratched his head awkwardly.

More than ten minutes later, a director delivered the guitar that Tang Yao needed to the hotel.

"Are we going to start?" Yue Yunpeng sat in a chair and watched Tang Yao holding the guitar, looking forward to his performance.

Tang Yao looked up at Xiao Yueyue and asked, "Yes, do you have any ideas? Creation is a matter of two people, and we can discuss the results together."

Xiao Yue scratched his head, "I feel that if it was a pop song, I haven't put a few lyrics on it yet, but the lyrics like you, which have opera elements, are too particular and I know nothing about it."

Tang Yao nodded and tweaked the guitar at will.

"Yueyue, why don't you find paper and note it. I will write it while singing you. If you think it's inappropriate, we will slowly modify it."

"Okay!" Xiaoyue went to find paper and pen very actively.

Tang Yao sat cross-legged on the piano room holding the guitar, Xiao Yueyue sat leaning against the piano, holding paper and pen in his hand to make a thoughtful expression.

Of course he didn't want to paddle, but he really had no idea. He thought that when Tang Yao's lyrics came out, he would correct them together, or could he give some suggestions occasionally.

"Then I'll start?" Tang Yao looked at Yue Yunpeng.

Xiao Yueyue nodded and smiled and signaled the tools in his hand.

Tang Yao nodded, played the guitar gently, and his brows frowned slightly.

Yue Yunpeng thought he had no inspiration, but was stuck. He was about to make some suggestions, but Tang Yao had already spoken slowly.

"A play is broken, the water sleeves rise and fall

Singing joys and sorrows, singing separations and reunions, it has nothing to do with me..."

In the simple accompaniment of the guitar, Tang Yao's voice seemed to break through a beam of light from the darkness.

Whether it was the photographer or Yue Yunpeng, it was like an electric current coming from the soles of his feet and his goose bumps all over his body stood up.

Yue Yunpeng even forgot his mission and looked at Tang Yao, whose temperament became sad, and listened to the song without any stasis. It was as if this was either creating or singing.

"It is a habit to incorporate joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into the pink and ink

So what if you sing the lyrics…”

The three cameras were photographed at Tang Yao in different positions without missing any details, and there was no noise outside the music inside the house. For a moment, everyone was a little fascinated. Even Tang Yao put himself into the mood of the song, and a great sense of sadness spread.

"The people below the stage walked past without seeing the old colors, and the people on the stage sang the song of heartbreaking farewell.

The word love is hard to fall into the ink, and he needs to be harmonious with blood." (Playful tune)

Tang Yao has opera skills (specialized), just like a Peking Opera master. As soon as the opera is released, it hits his soul directly. The listener is involuntarily shocked, stimulating the tear glands, and tears overflow.

"I regret it seriously, and I look back and have a fantasy scene. Who is the opposite person..." (Kunqu Nianbai)

Tang Yao was completely immersed in his own world, as if he had seen the actor who was good at dancing on the stage, the burning fire, and the scenes of all kinds of troubled times.

"I am reluctant to see the fires of war in the chaotic world, and I dare not forget my worries in the country, even if no one knows me..."

Tang Yao could not control his tears and was wrapped in this huge sadness. Such emotions also infected everyone in the house. Everyone felt as if they were blocked by a stone.

"The Tao is ruthless, and the Tao is sentient, how can you think about it?"

The string sound fell and was speechless for a long time.

Tang Yao let out a deep breath, walked out of his sadness, looked at Yue Yue who was wiping his tears, and the photographer who was also secretly hiding behind the camera to wipe his tears, and changed into a smile as usual.

"Ha, it's rare, I sing myself to cry."

"I want to kneel down and listen to you sing. Tang Yao, it sounds so nice, the lyrics are so good! The opera is so shocking!"

Yue Yunpeng tried hard to revive his emotions, and it was great to use a few in a row, expressing his unparalleled admiration for Tang Yao's creative ability.

"Is this really a casual song?"
Chapter completed!