After dinner, Zhou Yan wanted to take Liang Xiaonan out to meet someone. Liang Xiaonan asked who it was, and Zhou Yan said that you would know when you met.
Still taking the bus when going out, Zhou Yan said: "Originally, I thought about getting a car in Modu and taking you around. In such a snowy day, the two of us don't have to chase the bus. But now I'm chasing the bus with you." The car actually feels pretty good, too.”
"Then we will never buy a car for the rest of our lives."
Zhou Yan looked at her smiling face, knew that she was joking, and said, "You want to squeeze the traffic like this every day, I'm not willing!"
Getting on the bus, Zhou Yan wrapped Liang Xiaonan's hands. He liked holding her soft little hands so much.
"The person we are going to meet later is called Jiang Can. He is the young owner of Jiang's Grain and Oil Group. Jiang's Grain and Oil has also donated to the country, but the general manager of the company is still his father. His whole family eats dividends. Originally, he wanted His father is not willing to go to the countryside to exercise, and now he is a solo performer in the Oriental Performing Arts Group."
Liang Xiaonan was quite surprised: "The young master of a group like him actually became an actor?"
Yes, Zhou Yan said, he studied under several music masters, he has a very deep foundation, and he can sing very well. He often goes abroad to exchange performances on behalf of the country of porcelain.
Liang Xiaonan probably knew what Zhou Yan meant.
Zhou Yan squeezed her hand, knowing that the young daughter-in-law is smart, he said: "You guessed right, I just want to ask Xiaobei to learn from him, you and I don't understand music, neither Yu County nor Huyang City. Well, there are no good teachers, even if there are, it is not easy to learn from them now."
Liang Xiaonan understands that there is no teaching institution now.
Not long after, the two got off the car at the Performing Arts Group. The guard asked them who they were looking for, and Zhou Yan said they were looking for Jiang Can.
Immediately outside the door said to him: "Comrade Jiang Can go to the bottom on the second floor and turn left, then turn left at the second door."
The two thanked each other and entered the building of the Performing Arts Group.
Performing Arts Group is very large. This building has 7 floors in total. The 1st to 4th floors are rehearsal halls, and the 5th floor and above are administrative offices.
Turn left at the end of the second floor and then turn left again. It is also a very large rehearsal hall. There is a rare piano in this era against the wall. Next to it are double bass, cello, violin, bass drum, organ... Glass mirrors are installed on the three walls.
Jiang Can is debugging on the piano over and over again.
Zhou Yan stood at the door and called out: "Jiang Can."
The sound of the piano stopped, and Jiang Can turned his face away. He was only in his 20s, and should be about the same as Zhou Yan. He was very thin, a little pale, and looked unhealthy.
Jiang Can saw Zhou Yan, his eyes lit up, he ran over immediately, and asked in surprise, "When did you come?"
Zhou Yan said: "I just came back the day before yesterday, have you performed recently?"
Jiang Can said excitedly: "I recently composed a new song, do you want to listen to it?"
Zhou Yan didn't deliberately introduce Liang Xiaonan, so he pulled her to sit on the chair together and said, "Okay, you can sing for us."
Without saying a word, Jiang Can began to tune the accompaniment in front of the piano and sing loudly.
In his previous life, he had listened to too many classic songs, and Liang Xiaobei's voice was much better than Jiang Can's, so Liang Xiaonan didn't feel that Jiang Can was outstanding.
Of course, this can only be said to be compared with those hit songs she has heard, and compared with that geek Liang Xiaobei. Compared with her, then Jiang Can can throw her thousands of miles away.
Jiang Can sang it once, and when he finished, he looked at Zhou Yan and asked eagerly, "How is it?"
Zhou Yan said: "Of course you sing well, but she has two songs, how about listening to them?"
Looking at Liang Xiaonan with a smile on his face, he said, "Can you hum to him?"
Liang Xiaonan understood what he meant. Jiang Can had glanced at her since she came in, and didn't give her a straight look. He clearly looked down on her arrogantly. If he wanted him to be Xiaobei's master, he must have the ability to impress his proud head. lower down.
"My brother sings well, I can only hum it once." Liang Xiaonan definitely can't sing, at most he can be regarded as a fancier.
She didn't say much, and hummed "Wukong" softly again.
Jiang Can's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he said, "Sing it again, and write down the lyrics for me."
Liang Xiaonan wrote down the lyrics for him, Jiang Can didn't say anything else, just looked at her handwriting, and immediately stood in awe: "This word is really beautiful."
"Thank you." When Liang Xiaonan was writing, Zhou Yan came over to read.
He has heard Liang Xiaonan and Xiaobei sing a few times, and the lyrics are really not very familiar, but now he is completely attracted by the font of the little daughter-in-law.
This beautiful Xingkai hand must have been practiced hard, and he couldn't do it.
But he didn't say a word, now is not the time to praise his little wife, his little wife is too good, how lucky is he to catch such a big baby.
Jiang Can asked her to sing it a few more times, and immediately composed the song. After trying it on the piano a few times, he asked Liang Xiaonan, "Is it like this?"
Liang Xiaonan nodded, she now confirmed that Jiang Can is really a genius, but not a singing genius, but a composing genius.
If he and Xiaobei join forces, it will really be a perfect match.
Soon Jiang Can came out and sang the score, and Liang Xiaonan gave him a rough introduction to the cooperation version of Zhang Qi, Bai Jugang and XX.
Zhou Yan said to Jiang Can: "This song is good, but I don't know if it meets the requirements of your unit. If it doesn't, it's a mistake."
Jiang Can suddenly slowed down, with annoyance on his face.
Liang Xiaonan immediately said: "I have also heard a song, I should not make a mistake."
She hummed "When the Golden Wind Blows" to Jiang Can. This song is suitable for both men and women.
Jiang Can listened to it once, and said happily: "That's it."
When the golden wind blows
I sing the golden autumn of my hometown
The scent of laurel flowers permeates the bamboo building
The rippling fragrance of glutinous rice wine permeated the window
Why! Why!
I want to ask when my hometown is the most beautiful
is when the golden wind blows
…
Two young people ran over from next door and asked enthusiastically, "Who wrote this song?"
Who wrote the song? How could Liang Xiaonan remember, even if he remembered, he was also from Earth.
Not surprisingly, this song should be a song ten years from now on Earth, and she can definitely cheat.
"This song is just a song my brother hums casually. You can use it to change the lyrics and melody. It is suitable for you." Liang Xiaonan will not use it to make money, but she wants to use it to open a door for her brother .
"What song is your brother humming?" Jiang Can asked suspiciously.
"Yes, my brother's voice is like the sound of nature. There are still several songs he hums. I can't remember them all at once, but I can hum a few for you."
She really doesn't know many classic old songs from the 60s and 70s, but knowing two or three is enough for her younger brother to gain a foothold.
Sure enough, Jiang Can heard her hum another half-laden song, grabbed her excitedly, and said, "Where's your brother? I want to see him."
Zhou Yan pulled his hand away: "Hey, what are you doing? My brother-in-law is a 13-year-old kid. You can't take him to work in the song and dance troupe, and you can't take care of him. Why do you see him?"
"I..." Jiang Can blushed and said happily after hearing Zhou Yan's words, "If he is really so talented, I will recognize him as my younger brother, and I will transfer him to work with me in the song and dance troupe. He's fine as a teacher."
Liang Xiaonan: "..."
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