"Yue Heng, do you need any accompanying instruments?"
“We have a dedicated music room at home, and we have a fairly complete set of musical instruments.”
Li Xiang then asked if she was ready to arrange for her husband, Liu Ruilun, to bring down the musical instruments from upstairs at any time.
"It's a very simple melody; one guitar is enough."
After briefly reviewing the song he had pre-selected in his mind, Wang Yueheng smiled and said...
“We happen to have a nice guitar at home, which was a gift from a musician friend. It’s made in Patsy and is made of the finest rosewood…”
"I haven't let Linlin use it for practicing, and I plan to wait until she's good enough before taking it out. I'll go get it in a minute."
As he spoke, Liu Ruilun immediately went upstairs and retrieved the expensive guitar locked in the cabinet from the music room.
Just by looking at the color and luster of the guitar in the other person's hand, one can get the impression that it is very valuable.
"Thanks!"
Wang Yueheng got up and took the guitar from the other person. He strummed the strings a couple of times and found that it did feel better than the ordinary guitar he usually used.
The combination of red pine and white pine on the guitar neck results in a wider range and a clear, pleasing tone with a rich texture.
If band member and guitarist Luo Buqing were to get his hands on it, he probably wouldn't want to put it down.
"Next, I will play and sing a promotional song I wrote for 'Black Myth Journey to the West'."
"The song is called 'Wukong' (Monkey King). I hope you all like it, thank you!"
Then Wang Yueheng sat down on a high stool that had been moved from the living room bar, facing the camera and holding a guitar as he spoke slowly.
This scene felt like a return to when I was sitting in my rented room, live-streaming myself singing and playing songs in front of the camera.
This time, however, the surrounding environment was transformed into a luxury villa, and the people sitting around were all top domestic celebrities.
"Glug glug~"
Office of the "Black Myth" game company in Hangzhou.
Before Wang Yueheng started his performance, Feng Qi quickly took out his best tea leaves and brewed a cup, preparing to listen to the music while drinking tea.
"Brother Feng, give me a drink too."
Seeing this, Yang Yi also hurriedly grabbed a cup from the tea table next to him, preparing to enjoy tea and listen to music.
...
"The moon shines on the Milky Way, the road ahead is long and winding."
"The smoke and dust have cleared, leaving only a solitary shadow..."
After a light and upbeat guitar melody.
Wang Yueheng's unadorned, perfect voice resonated throughout the spacious villa living room.
He turned slightly to the side, his deep gaze fixed on the television screen in front of him.
The game's protagonist, Sun Wukong, who had just been resurrected, was standing still outside the BOSS's door, holding his golden cudgel.
It's as if they're quietly listening to the singing voices outside the screen.
The phone screen placed on the stand.
The rate at which the bullet comments were displayed was significantly slower.
It was as if time itself slowed down with the heartfelt singing...
"Who told me I'm so skilled?"
"Who puts me in such a dilemma of love and hate?"
"Later on, my heart was breaking..."
Zhao Jie, who wanted to learn songwriting experience from Wang Yueheng, rested one arm on the back of the sofa.
His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Wang Yueheng's guitar playing.
However, no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find any evidence of Wang Yueheng's preparations before composing this song.
They didn't even write the lyrics in advance.
It's as if she starts singing entirely on instinct, and she gets into character instantly.
It was as if he had just caught the inspiration for a song from thin air and immediately picked it up to play and sing.
His ability to compose songs on the spot is truly remarkable!
"In this illusory world, let bygones be bygones."
"Abandoning enlightenment and delusion, yet remaining unchanged by the six senses..."
Unlike Zhao Jie, who focused on observing how Wang Yueheng wrote songs.
The others in the room were all focused on Wang Yueheng's singing and the melody of the song.
Enjoy the CD-quality live performance.
The sound of a guitar.
In an instant, it drew everyone's thoughts into the characters' experiences in the original novel "Journey to the West".
"A mixture of anger, sorrow, and madness!"
Is it a human, a ghost, or a monster?
"It's just that I have a debt of demonic influence in my heart..."
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