Chapter 479

Chuang tried to imagine himself seeing the falling asleep Baogai, as Jiang Anzhi said. HMM... usually, he would sing a lullaby in his ear? No, no, he would only scratch the lid and wake it up

After thinking for a long time, I occasionally hum a few words in the car... I have to say that Anzhi really knows him.

Zhuang Zhen caught the feeling of low hum and began to hum slowly.

His voice is mellow, and his tone is accurate. When he sings in such a low voice, the taste comes out in an instant.

Jiang Anzhi and Zhang Qianyi look at each other, and they are surprised.

Zhang Qianyi silently turned off the audio in the link and gave a thumbs up to Jiang An Zhi: "you can still teach."

Jiang An's crooked lips smile modestly: "I just know brother Yu better."

Since he was a child, Zhuang has been struggling in the army. Besides hysterical singing, he would hum a few words in his spare time. He told him that he could not understand the music theory knowledge of Qi sinking into the Dantian, chest and abdomen breathing together, and nasal resonance.

But not understanding doesn't mean that he can't do it. As long as he turns the requirements into the fields he can understand, Zhuang can do it well.

Of course, there is no way to use these three words to guide the skills that need systematic training to present, such as intonation, up and down, tremolo and so on.

But it's good that Zhuang can sing like this.

After singing a song, Jiang Anzhi applauded again, and even Zhang Qianyi rarely followed suit.

Zhuang Shu looked at the two teachers in disbelief. It turned out that they liked the sound of mosquitoes. As early as I said, thanks to his hard work before.

"Brother Wei, you sang very well just now, but you can add a little more epilogue on this basis. Don't stop the breath of each sentence so fast, pull it full, and make it more coherent and full between words."

“？” Zhuang's face was inexplicable.

Jiang Anzhi frowned and thought: "just like you are skiing, don't brake suddenly when you brake."

"I see. There has to be a process of preparation." Zhuang realized in an instant.

"Yes. If you want to raise your voice and suppress it first, you should be as consistent as Tai Chi. Don't let your voice and breath break off, but try to keep your voice and breath cut off. "

Jiang Anzhi patiently gave examples, and what he said was just within the scope of Zhuang's knowledge.

Zhuang Shu easily digested Jiang Anzhi's meaning and sang better over and over again. Later, even their professionals thought it was not bad.

Zhang Qianyi supported his chin, always felt that Jiang'an was inexplicable and familiar at this time.

"Is it true that husband and wife are based on each other?"

“？” Jiang Anzhi, what is this guy talking about?

Zhang Qianyi looks at Zhuang Shu, who is still in the singing world, and his lips are slightly crooked.

Looking at it in detail, Jiang'an and Feng Lanchu are really like human soul engineers.

But they are not like each other. Fenglanchu's style is to help you to supplement the unknown knowledge, while Jiang Anzhi is to change the known things into the unknown new things.

Sure enough, a pot with a lid.

Zhuang Shu recorded the song very smoothly this time, shorter than he thought, and the effect was that Shi Anzhi played it back to him. Even he was surprised. It was like a little prince's voice in a love song. Is it really his?

He finally found the secret of singing. Zhuang was in a good mood and went out happily.

In the rest area, Qin Zhuo and Feng Lanchu are playing flying chess. When they see Zhuang's coming out, their eyes brighten: "Wow, brother Wei is coming out so soon?"

"Well." Zhuang Jian takes a look at teacher Xiaofeng, full of pride. He is 10 minutes faster than teacher Xiaofeng.

It's not him at the bottom this time, is it?

"..." at the beginning of the wind.