1RomanceEB Chapter 80 Who is the most beautiful?
Chapter 80 Who is the most beautiful?
Chapter 80 Who is the most beautiful? (Burst update mode activated 17)
The Spring Festival Gala is still going on.
The clock is about to strike midnight.
The family sat together to celebrate the New Year.
Outside the window, the sounds of firecrackers, a tradition for 1995, were already ringing out one after another.
It's as if it's trying to blow away all the misfortunes of the past year.
Chen Lang leaned against Liu Xiaoli, listening to the sounds filled with the warmth of everyday life.
A sense of peace settled in my heart.
We stayed up until dawn to welcome the New Year.
Grandma and Grandpa are getting old, so they went back to their room to sleep first.
Liu Xiaoli also took her two children and went back to their respective rooms.
Goodnight, Grandma and Grandpa.
Goodnight, Mom.
After a brief farewell, Chen Lang returned to his upper bunk.
Despite the deafening sound of firecrackers outside, he quickly drifted off to sleep.
New Year's Day.
According to the customs of my hometown, we cannot go out on this day.
Stay home and enjoy a year of leisure.
After breakfast, Chen Lang plunged into the music room.
He wants to complete the song "Listen to Mom".
The rap part of the verse was not difficult for him.
What he needs to do is to perfectly combine the lyrics and rhythm to make it sound natural and smooth.
He sat at the piano, tapping out the rhythm as he quietly recited the lyrics.
"Little friend, do you have many questions? —"
He tried several different punctuation and stress patterns.
He didn't stop until he felt the whole flow sounded comfortable.
Next, came the arrangement.
The arrangement of this song should not be too complicated.
It needs to be warm and clean.
Be like a child telling a story to their mother.
He decided to use the piano as the main melody, accompanied by simple strings as a base.
The drumbeats should be the simplest possible, so as not to overshadow the vocals.
He recorded all his ideas, bit by bit, on the score.
He spent the entire morning immersed in the world of music.
By the time Liu Xiaoli called him for lunch, the complete score for the song "Listen to Mom" was basically finished.
After lunch, he locked himself in his room again, preparing to continue his great work of copying songs.
It's still that same leather-bound notebook.
I turned to the page with the complete lyrics and added the song title.
conquer.
This is Na Ying's most representative song, and it was this song that propelled her from a top-tier singer in mainland China to the position of a universally recognized queen of Mandopop in Asia.
Before this, Na Ying, who was a student of Gu Jianfen, became famous nationwide with songs such as "Shanggou Gou" and "Shan Bu Zhuan Shui Zhuan".
After signing with Linfair Records in 93, she released two Mandarin albums, "Thinking of You Day and Night" and "Day Doesn't Understand the Darkness of Night," which swept the charts across China, earning her the title of the number one diva in mainland China.
However, its popularity in Hong Kong and Taiwan is limited.
It was with this album, "Conquer," that she sold 200 million copies across Asia, including 70 copies in Taiwan alone, which solidified her status as a superstar.
The song is good, so it's bound to be copied anyway.
Chen Lang wondered if it was a bit much to have such a melancholic love song sung by 15-year-old Yao Beina.
Chen Lang hesitated for half a second before giving up.
Why think so much? Just copy it first. If you can't sing it, let your aunt sing it. The most important thing is to grab the song first.
He didn't plan to put any more effort into making any changes to this song.
He intended to copy both the lyrics and the melody verbatim.
The essence of this song lies in its heart-wrenching sorrow.
This is a love song for adults from beginning to end.
Even the slightest alteration could ruin its original flavor.
If you make too many changes, it's no different from changing the song altogether.
Since we've decided to plagiarize Na Ying's songs, let's plagiarize them thoroughly.
As for how to explain why an 8-year-old child—who will be 9 after the New Year—would write such a poignant and melancholic song, full of vicissitudes.
Chen Lang had already prepared his explanation.
He picked up a pencil and began to write.
"Just like that, you conquered me, cutting off all my escape routes—"
Liu Yifei was out having fun by herself and was getting a little bored.
She blew bubbles for a while, and then threw away all the firecrackers she had bought yesterday.
I ran to the door of the room and peeked inside.
In her logic, songwriting can be divided into two types.
One type requires inspiration.
For example, last night, in that situation, you absolutely cannot disturb them.
The other type is the one we have now, which doesn't require inspiration.
Since inspiration isn't needed, it shouldn't be a problem to bother you a little, right?
She tiptoed inside.
Seeing Chen Lang writing something while hunched over the table, she leaned over for a peek.
"conquer?"
Then she saw the strange lyrics that followed.
"Drink the poison you hid—"
She frowned slightly.
"Langlang, why did you drink poison?"
He heard it as soon as the little girl came in.
He was completely absorbed in his work and didn't even look up before replying.
You wouldn't understand.
Liu Yifei was unconvinced.
"What does 'conquer' mean?"
"What does 'prisoner' mean?"
Chen Lang gave a perfunctory reply.
"That's right—I practiced martial arts with you, and you defeated me. Now I'm your prisoner."
"Then you pinned me down, and I was conquered by you."
"I became your prisoner, and I was resentful, so I drank poison."
Liu Yifei was completely confused, and she tilted her head and continued to ask.
"What would happen if you drank poison?"
Chen Lang turned his head and glanced at her, then replied with a grin.
"I drank poison and then I was completely bewitched by you."
After hearing this, Liu Yifei laughed smugly.
"Is this song for me?"
Chen Lang denied it outright without even looking up.
"You're not good enough for this song."
What a joke! You made me sing "Conquer" as if I were someone who started something and then abandoned it. I'd be drowned in my grandma's spit if I did that.
Liu Yifei pouted, "If it's not for me, it's for Sister Beina."
She moved a stool over and sat next to him, watching him write.
Seeing that her words hadn't bothered Chen Lang, she muttered to herself.
Speaking of the school's arts troupe.
Since she and Chen Lang skipped a grade to Class 6-1, her former deskmate Huang Chengzi from Class 1-2 became the class beauty.
I heard that Huang Chengzi and Che Yue were voted on by their classmates, and Huang Chengzi, who was more lively and cute, won in the end.
At this point, she looked at Chen Lang and asked.
"Langlang, tell me, who's prettier, me or Huang Chengzi?"
Chen Lang didn't even look up.
"You're beautiful."
Liu Yifei nodded in satisfaction and continued to ask.
"Between me and Che Yue, who's prettier?"
"You're beautiful."
Chen Lang's answer was still very straightforward.
Liu Yifei was even happier, her tail practically wagging in the air.
"Hehe, I knew it, I'm the prettiest."
This time, Chen Lang put down his pen.
He turned to look at her and shook his head.
"No, Mom is prettier than you."
Liu Yifei pouted.
"Then—besides Mom, I'm the prettiest!"
Chen Lang shook his head again.
"Grandma is prettier than you."
Liu Yifei's lips pouted even more.
"Then is it okay if it's just Mom and Grandma, not Mom?"
Chen Lang suppressed a laugh and slowly shook his head again.
"Your aunt is prettier than you."
My aunt, Zhou Wenqiong, settled in San Francisco, USA in 92.
The main reason why Liu Xiaoli longed to go to the United States was because she had her younger sister to rely on.
Liu Yifei finally lost her temper.
She raised her little fist and punched Chen Lang.
"I'll beat you to death!"
Chen Lang quickly raised his hands to beg for mercy.
"I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"You're the prettiest, you're the prettiest, okay!"
Liu Yifei then withdrew his fist, but his face was still puffed up with anger.
She looked at Chen Lang, her eyes darting around, and another idea came to her.
"Hmph, then write me a song."
"Just like that song, 'Listen to Mom.'"
"I won't hit you anymore."
She put her hands on her hips, speaking in a smug and triumphant tone.
"I've already thought of a song title: Listen to Sisi."
As she spoke, she began to sing in a rather serious manner.
"Listen to Sissi, don't let her get hurt—"
Chen Lang looked at her with a speechless expression.
He put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.
"You might as well hit me."
Liu Yifei angrily punched him on the back a few times, then grabbed his neck and shook him.
She snorted and then ran out to complain to her grandmother.
Chen Lang watched her retreating figure, then smiled and shook his head.
Little brat, you think you can mess with me?