Chapter 135： Shattering dreams with poisonous tongue

A strange accent from nowhere was the first impression of Wang Lingchu when he heard the voice of the wandering singer. Of course, if you put aside these issues, Wang Ling feels that the singing is generally good, at least the singing is still adjusted ...

However, to become a true professional singer through the draft show, it is clear that youth have not done enough.

Wang Ling's research on music is very limited, just two knives with a little guitar skills, so he can't make a more professional evaluation of young people's singing.

But how to stand out in the draft ...

Wang Ling felt that there were several necessary factors.

First, it may not necessarily be particularly handsome, but at least it should look pleasing to the eye;

Second, maybe the sound doesn't have to be particularly professional, but at least it must be recognizable. It's useless to just sing and not tune.

Finally, the third and most important point ... that is, the experience must be miserable! And it ’s going to get worse! It's best to just listen to the dozen words at the beginning of the story, which will make all the audience and judges cry.

Unfortunately, the above conditions are not available to this young man.

As a wanderer, Tang Youning apparently has no plan for his unruly appearance, giving people a dirty look at first glance. Moreover, this young man's experience cannot be regarded as miserable at all, at best it can only be regarded as a poor singer who persists in his music dream. There are too many such people in the eyes of Hua Xiuguo ... If you want to enter the audience's sights through the draft show, at least someone in the family must have a terminal illness!

Wang Ling bit a bite of beef and put it in his mouth. He was critically criticizing the current draft show ... But the young man was staring at the plate of silkworm potato bibimbap in front of him, and his eyes were red: "I am sure ... Is it not suitable to be a singer at all? "

The voice was low and there was a feeling of inferiority, but everyone heard it.

Obviously, the failure of today's draft show has hit youth quite a bit ...

The boss of the altar turned off the roaring range hood, wiped his greasy hands with a rag, walked slowly to the young man, and patted the young man's sharply clavicled shoulders: "Get up, Xiao Tang!"

I don't know if it is because of the relationship of cooking all the year round. The boss of the altar has a very strong physique, especially in comparison with young people. This physical gap is particularly obvious. Wang Ling has no doubt that the boss of the altar can make a little more effort to smash the shoulder bones of the youth ...

The owner of this shop is not ordinary.

Revised for at least Jindan period.

This was noticed by Wang Ling as soon as he entered the door.

The boss of the altar looked at Tang Youning and continued to comfort: "A great man once said that the birth of a genius requires 99% of effort plus 1% of talent. Maybe your efforts are not enough and maybe not! So don't give up what!"

The young man looked up at the boss, as if he saw a glimmer of hope: "Is it true?"

However, the boss of the altar just finished saying that the father's conditional launch of the poison tongue mode, and then silently added: "Do you know the last sentence of this famous saying? Although only 1% talent, but 1 % Talent is the top priority! "

Altar boss: "..."

Tang Youning was about to cry: "..." Why do you say it!

Wang Ling: "..." I'm in trouble, old iron!

All I can say is that Wang Dad's poison tongue skills are getting longer and longer.

This poisonous tongue attacked the youth without any help.

In this regard, the altar boss felt helpless.

But Dad apparently dismissed his poisonous tongue.

Everyone has heard such a poisonous chicken soup: There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up ...

Dad feels that since there is no talent for doing things, it is a very stupid thing to continue to stick. Why do you have to hang yourself on a tree? Why can't I hang more times on other trees?

Shattering dreams with poisonous tongues ... Let young people recognize the reality and get on the right track early. Dad Wang thinks that this is the correct education and guidance for young people as an elder.

"Ling Ling, come some time?" At this moment, Wang's father suddenly turned his eyes to Wang Ling.

Wang Ling was silent: "..."

"This gentleman, your son also studied music?" The boss of the altar was a little curious.

Dad shook his head: "He is only one year high this year. He has learned a little guitar in his spare time. It can be considered as two knives in music? But I think if we work harder, it will be him sooner or later!

Obviously, the boss of the altar disagrees with the half-walled country in the music industry, shaking his head and saying, "No, no, the half-walled country in the music world is the teacher Wang Banbi."

"..."

Speaking of which, Wang Banbi's teacher in the altar's mouth is also a strange man. Because he once boasted Haikou in the media, claiming that if he loses him in the rock industry, he will lose half of his life ... Here it comes.

Now, this is a somewhat ridiculous statement. Therefore, the wandering singer expressed his strong dissatisfaction with Wang Da's advocacy of his son: "I have studied music with a vocal teacher ... Your son is just a hobby, what else is he talking about ..." It ’s too exaggerated? ”

"Come on! Lingling! It's time to perform real skills!" Wang's father suddenly gave Wang Ling a thumbs up, exposing his white teeth.

Ding! ——Everyone seems to see Wang's teeth flashing ...

Wang Ling: "..." on your mmp!

Wang Ling certainly refused. If he just wanted him to play the guitar, it would be fine, but if he wanted to sing ... the problem would be serious! Because of his setting, he doesn't speak!

However, in the eyes of Wang ’s father, Wang Ling finally compromised ...

First of all, Wang Ling was afraid that his father would withhold his pocket money because he refused. Secondly, Wang Ling cares a little about the youth's disdain.

Then ... perform for a while?

So Wang Ling silently came to the corner and picked up Tang Youning's acoustic guitar. He took a deep breath, feeling more tense than the life he usually felt nervous at school ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Tang Youning held his arm and sneered with a theater mentality: "Oh, this is nervous? I am usually in When singing in the streets, I was not nervous when so many people looked at me! "

Wang Ling's eyes glanced at Tang Youning lightly, and his expression couldn't bear a wave ...

What should I sing?

Wang Ling thought about it ...

The pop songs in this world are actually very limited, and Hua Xiuguo doesn't pay enough attention to music. However, this does not mean that Wang Ling usually cannot hear good music. His Tianertong can connect to all planes and world lines, just like the radio frequency modulation.

After thinking about it for a while, Wang Ling suddenly thought of a song from another plane, which is very suitable for guitar playing ...

Holding the guitar, Wang Ling tried to test the strings several times.

A youthful guitar sounded.

Then Wang Ling spoke.