1111. Chapter 1111 genius (please book a ticket)

“Feng, what do you say, you want me to find a musician who records the score?” Kirilenko was a little confused, to say that Feng wanted to find some songs for Elena, and find someone to write it. Listen to Feng Yu. How is it like he wants to write a song himself?

But if you write your own songs, don’t you write them directly? How do you still find someone to record the score?

“There are a few melody in my mind, I pulled it out and let people record it.” Feng Yu, although he can play guitar, but he doesn’t have the ability to write a song directly, unless he tries to hold a guitar and a tone. That is too much trouble.

“Is it necessary now?”

“Well, I am afraid of forgetting it later. Right, I want a translation. I wrote Chinese lyrics and translated them into Russian. I always feel something bad.”

“Yes, then wait a minute, I will call.”

An hour later, a gray-haired old man walked down the helicopter and entered the opera house at Kirilenko Manor. Translation, the estate itself has.

“Feng, this is our famous musician in Moscow, Mr. Pudovkin. If you sing it again, he promises to write the complete song.”

Feng Yu began to blow a piece of music out with a whistle. Pudov Kim didn’t care too much, but after listening to a few paragraphs, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

This melody is too pleasing, and it is clearly the style of their Russia. Is it really written by the Chinese?

After Feng Yu had finished blowing, Pudovkin sat next to the piano and played straight without stopping. Feng Yu listened with his eyes closed, and it was exactly the same as the tunes he had just blown.

Feng Yu continued to play the tune of another song, and Pudovkin still remembered it again and again, remembering two songs in succession, there was no confusion.

After the three songs were recorded, Feng Yu stopped. He is the deepest of several Soviet Union winds in China, with a total of four songs.

“Birch Forest”, “Pekal Lake”, “Ten Minutes of a Life”, “Twilight of Moscow”, a simple tree, two Li Jian’s, and a Shuimu Nianhua are all authentic Soviet Union winds. Of course, it can be said that it is the Russian wind.

Bai Hualin has long been sung by Feng Yu, and the remaining three songs are not yet available.

For Elena, Feng Yu said that there is no need to make another fake songwriter.

After a while, the translation of the Chinese lyrics given by Feng Yu came over and handed the translated lyrics to Feng Yu. Feng Yu looked at it. There are a few things that are different from his own translation. Feng Yu is not a professional translator, maybe a synonym, but the meaning is completely different.

When Feng Yu gently sang the lyrics on Lake Baikal in Russian, Pudov Kim played the piano and enjoyed it.

After a song, Pudovkin took the initiative to applaud and then asked: “Mr. Feng, this song is very good, but it seems that it is not suitable for your voice. Do you mind if I give this song to others to sing?”

Rubbed, despised!

Well, Feng Yu admits that his nephew is not awkward, not to mention that these songs are themselves sung to Elena, and her nephew is much better than his.

“Mr. Pudovkin, this song I wrote to others, I am sorry.”

Pudovkin is somewhat excited: “Mr. Feng, this kind of good song, you must find the right person to sing, otherwise the taste will be wrong, it will make the pearl dusty!”

Feng Yu waved at Elena sitting on one side, and Elena walked over.

“Elena, you sing a few words and listen to Mr. Pudovkin.”

Elena didn’t remember it, but still followed the music and sang a few words. Puddorf’s eyes are shining. This voice is too suitable for this kind of song. Are these songs written for her? I can sing like this after listening to it. This is a genius.

Pudov Jin listened to Feng Yu and sang all three songs. Then he took the words and changed a little. He sang it again.

Although the translator is professional, but does not understand music, some words are a meaning, but the pronunciation is slightly different. After such a change, the song becomes more beautiful.

“Thanks to Mr. Pudovkin for his help, please also help you arrange the arrangement. After we have received enough songs for an album, we will officially release her.”

Nowadays, the singer is no longer the old-fashioned CD, and even the tape is much less. Most of them are CDs and DVDs. Of course, not every song can be made into a MV, only the main song, otherwise the cost is too high.

“No problem, other songs are also handed over to me, I will help write, or find a friend to write a song suitable for these song styles, and make an album for her. This little girl, are you interested? Come to my Corporation development?” Pudovkin saw the talent and couldn’t help but open the door.

Kirilenko raised an eyebrow: “Mr. Pudovkin, you don’t think that she is familiar. Remind you that she is dancing.”

Dancing? Dancing singing so nice? Do not make jokes. Wait, is it her?

“She is the Elena who dances ballet?!”

Pudovkin is somewhat stunned. Others are already the leader of one of the best ballet companies in the world. It is the peak of his career. How can he come to his Corporation as a new singer?

Elena gently shakes Feng Yu’s arm, and the expression is full of expectations for Pudovkin’s invitation. This is a loud musician in Russia and even in Eastern Europe.

Feng Yu then said: “Mr. Pudovkin, although Elena can’t join your Corporation, but can be your student, as long as you are willing to teach her.”

Pudov Kim’s great joy: “Of course, I am willing to pass on my life to her. Her voice is one of the most wonderful sounds I have ever heard. This gentleman, are you interested in providing us with high quality for a long time? song?”

Feng Yu turned a blind eye, what expression, brother is a person who lives by selling songs?

When Pu Duofu looked at Feng Yu’s attitude, he knew Feng Yu’s thoughts. He lamented: “China people are really genius. I once heard a song called “Birch Forest”. It is very beautiful. It is said to be one. I don’t know if you know him in a middle school student in China?”

It is so praised, or a famous musician in Russia, Feng Yu can not help but have some little pride.

Didn’t use him to say, Elena rushed and said: “Teacher, that song, also written by Mr. Feng.” After that, he also showed the expression of worship, looked at Feng Yu, and made Feng Yu inner heart more proud.

Pudov Kim’s big eyes, in front of him, was the genius boy of that year? There is such a talent in music, how to listen to his meaning, it seems that there is no intention to go this way, but unfortunately, it is a pity!

“I promise that in three months, I will be able to improve my singing performance! At that time, I can record the album.”

Feng Yu laughed at Hehe and said: “So, please come to Mr. Pudovkin.”

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