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Chapter four hundred and forty seventh meaning(2/2)

The masculine woman made a surprising statement: "Four-zero-two...we came to see him!"

There was another burst of laughter, including Zhang Hongwei and the others.

Yang Jingxing was no longer cowardly, and responded: "Am I qualified to sing on this occasion today? You're hurting me."

The model figure was suddenly filled with indignation. She raised her slender arms and pointed at Yang Jingxing: "Stop coming, I will kill you!"

Lin Zhengsheng and Gan Kai were in a happy mood: "I'm old, I'm old..."

Li Danyang was distracted from his business: "You have never been this handsome before you were old." But he did not look back.

After a beautiful woman took the lead, the guests' voices became even louder. They wanted Yang Jingxing to sing, Qi Qingnuo to sing, and the two of them to cooperate.

Yang Jingxing was so anxious that he pushed Zhang Yanhao out: "This is my boss. If he asks me to sing, I will sing."

Zhang Yanhao blamed Yang Jingxing: "You are half the boss here. You have the final say. Go sing a song."

Gan Kaicheng also took time out of his busy schedule: "Here comes a new song, the Android one, I'll use it as a demo. I'm tired of listening to the golden songs."

Yang Jingxing tried to show off in front of his boss and dared to question Gan Kai: "There is a problem. How can you explain it to the legal department?"

Gan Kaicheng was disgusted: "With so many big brothers here, who else dares to steal your songs? Whoever sings can't get along!"

Pu Weixin encouraged: "Sing, I will bear witness."

Lin Zhengsheng laughed: "Danyang has the most sense of justice and likes bombardment the most."

Li Danyang looked serious: "Come, let's drink a cup of Zhuangxing wine first."

So Yang Jingxing took the stage bravely and received sporadic applause. The guests felt more of a sense of accomplishment that they had united as one to achieve their goal, and were proud and satisfied.

Before sitting down at the piano, Yang Jingxing said: "Sing a song "Thank you". If you are lucky, this song will appear on Brother Android's next album. He can sing it many times better than me. Please support me when the time comes."

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The guests who had regrouped their emotions and were ready to be the audience agreed one after another, and the Android over there also smiled.

A few seconds after the piano prelude started, the celebrity side also became quieter. When Yang Jingxing started singing a few words, Li Danyang and the others were all looking at the stage. Only Gan Kaicheng and Qi Qingnuo were still looking for papers to read.

A typical big song, the melody and emotions advance layer by layer, surprising people one after another. Before Yang Jingxing finished singing the first section, Gan Kaicheng and the others only looked at the stage, and even Zhan Huayu folded his arms and looked at it carefully.

If piano accompaniment represents professional skills, and "Flowing Water on Fingertips" represents business skills and originality, then "Thank You" sounds like an expression or explosion of true feelings.

Some musicians radically believe that the rhyme of the lyrics and the pattern of the melody are all old-fashioned and commercial pandering. So "Thank You" has no such factors at all, and there is not even a deliberate memory point, no invincible bitter love, and no passion.

Surging...

This song is just like what the big guys discussed just now. It has a moving melody, but it also has a sense of emotional narrative. It is not delicate and artificial, and the listener can be immersed in the narrative instead of being confused by the melody.

In terms of writing inspiration and skills, it is of course more difficult to write with fingertips. But judging by mood and emotion, most people will think "Thank You" is a higher level.

Yang Jingxing played and sang seriously, but most of the people listening were more engaged than him. Pu Weixing seemed to have sobered up, and no longer frowned or squinted in a naive manner. Li Danyang put down his paper, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and stood with a wine glass in the other hand.

Make your own whiskey…

Zhang Yanhao obviously also has the ability to appreciate. His expression of devotion and concentration is less like a businessman and more like an artist.
Chapter completed!
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