Masha: "Turandot." Chapter 419: Music Has No Boundaries (Part ) There is no mistake in the name. The French call Turandot Turandot, and the Chinese also call it that, but there is a slight difference in pronunciation. It’s like people in Guangdong call Schwarzenegger Arnold Schwarzenegger. People who hear it for the first time will be stunned for a moment, but will quickly realize who he is. Jeanne asked in French. Of course, Masha didn't understand, but he guessed that Jeanne was asking which song in Turandot. After all, Turandot is an opera with a lot of famous songs and arias. Masha picked "Nessun Dorma", the only song she could hum. The melody of the chorus was so familiar that even people who didn't like opera would make an expression as if they were trying hard to recall it when they heard the melody, "I've heard this before, it's that thing, wait a minute, I'm almost remembering it." It’s such a famous song. In fact, the fact that Masha directly chose famous songs also revealed that he really doesn't know much about art. If he knew more, he would definitely choose some unconventional songs in order to highlight his own status. It's just like those literary young people on Douban who desperately try to find niche books and movies to rate, and start writing their reading and viewing reviews after reading a synopsis.
After Masha hummed the melody, Nalu naturally sang along. The high notes sounded like heavenly music to Masha. But, miss, it's a bit inappropriate for you to be singing "Nessun Dorma" with a folk guitar hanging on your body, isn't it? I heard that singing high notes requires a lot of tonnage. The bel canto soprano singers in the world are all relatively heavy. Even the soprano singers who are not bel canto singers, such as Han Hong, also have sufficient tonnage. Masha looked at the girl in front of her. The clothes she wore today might have been specially bought for the purpose of singing Seaweed Seaweed. They were very fashionable and didn't show her figure much. Even so, one could still feel her good figure hidden under the loose clothes. Just now when Masha took the headphones, I saw her belly. It was a really good belly without any fat, with just the right amount of fat and lean kidney meat. ——How can she sing the high notes so powerfully with her weight? The key point is that Jeanna's high notes are not forced out in falsetto like that ghost star "High Note Brother", hers are real high notes. And this was standard Italian - although Masha didn't know what kind of Italian was standard, he was sure that this was it, no doubt about it. After the song was over, the girl looked at Masha and tilted her head, as if waiting for comments. Masha clapped his hands and shouted, "Paulabo! (The earthy transliteration of the French word br**o)" Jeanna suddenly said seriously: "br**o." Masha said it once according to her pronunciation, but obviously she was still not satisfied and repeated it again. So the two of them faced each other and had a mysterious "Bolabao Bolabao" conversation, as if two Pokémon were talking. When Masha's pronunciation finally satisfied Jeanne, she smiled again with an expression that said "I'm waiting for some songs." ——Don’t the French like to slack off? Why are they so enthusiastic about the mission? However, Marsa does not intend to give up this opportunity to enhance the mutual understanding between him and the French cows. But he really doesn't know many French songs. In a hurry, he could not remember the songs he knew about France. In a hurry, he suddenly remembered a melody engraved in his DNA. "Get up, hungry and cold slaves~"
French songs! Yes, authentic French songs! Jeanna was completely stunned. I was planning to sing for Masha to show some romance. After all, this was my job, right? It would be strange if I wasn't stunned when I heard the Internationale. Masha knew that this was embarrassing, but it would be even more embarrassing to stop singing, so he made up his mind, as if he were a Paris Commune fighter on the barricades, a hero who fought to the last moment in front of the Paris Commune wall, and he must realize it by singing the Internationale. Jeanne looked at Masha, and after her initial surprise she began to laugh, but she did not sing along. She just happily watched Masha finish the first paragraph. Masha finished singing the first verse and stopped. Someone in the coffee shop across the street cheered, "Good! You sang well!" The coffee shop was full of college students, and they all started clapping and cheering. The more embarrassed Masha was, the happier they were. Suddenly, Jeanne uttered in a high, full-throated voice: "Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons! Marchons, marchons!" Masha didn't understand French, but he knew the melody well! The Marseillaise! Moreover, the momentum of Jeanna's singing immediately surpassed the "Internationale" sung by amateur contestant Masha. Masha originally thought that his singing was quite emotional. Compared with Jeanne's Marseillaise, it's far behind. As soon as she opened her mouth, Masha seemed to be on the battlefield of the first resistance against the anti-French alliance, with her hometown behind her and the European royal coalition in collusion with the royalists in front of her. Under the tattered tricolor flag were the wounded French troops, ready to make a final desperate resistance. At this time, a young music teacher, with the children he taught, walked out of the city singing the Marseillaise, followed by countless ordinary citizens. Encouraged by their fellow countrymen, the exhausted French army rallied. They don't need the First Consul, they have the courage and conviction to win! Glory to the Tricolor! Jeanne's singing has the magic that makes France dream back to the First Republic. This is professional-level strength! There is no need to understand what she is singing, absolutely no need. Everything that the music wants to express is in the melody and in her singing voice. After Jeanne finished singing the song, she gave Marscha an expression that said, "Come and praise me." It seems that she is also full of confidence in her singing. Masha: "Br**o!" This time he used the standard pronunciation he had just learned from Jeanne. Jeanne made a motion to pull up the hem of her skirt - it was just a motion, she was wearing a pair of shorts now, so if she wanted to pull it up she could only do it by pulling up the skin. Marsha felt that he and Jeanne were feeling good now, so he decided to continue this activity of communicating through singing. He didn't know many French songs, so he could sing something else. If you can even get a taste of French, then you have a lot of choices, so Masha started singing an English song in construction English: "I used to rule the world..." This time Jeanne took over the song directly, and Masha guessed that she probably couldn't stand Masha's amateur singing style.
Because this song "VI** L* VI**" is a Baroque pop song, guitar is used. Jeanne played the guitar and sang "VI** L* VI**". The environment, which was originally immersed in the atmosphere of Jeanne's Marseillaise, suddenly became young and trendy again. Masha listened to the song and looked at Jeanne. At this moment he had to admit that music was magical. Bad songs could make people feel sad, while good songs could make people happy. ——Wait a minute! ——Wait a minute! Is it really just music that has magic? Masha looked at Jeanne and had a little doubt in his mind. But now the time was so good that he couldn't bear to break it. Let's wait until this impromptu concert is over before worrying about Jeanne's attributes. ---- Recommend Brother Shu’s new book “It’s Arknights!” Brother Shu is good in everything except delaying his posts. But Brother Shu doesn't delay his posts on purpose. He is actually an Outer God, but he doesn't want to admit it. So there is always an indescribable force preventing him from writing. For example, a few days ago, he just said "I have to write 30,000 words today", and just after he finished speaking, the toilet exploded, and Brother Shu was drowned in shit and was at a loss. Liang Yi, who shared the apartment with him, escaped because he had to go to CP... Chapter 420 Straight Ball Attack (Part ) Jeanne finished singing and looked at Masha amid the applause. She didn't even smile and thank those who were applauding her. She just looked at Masha, waiting for him to order the next song. ——Oh my god, it feels good. ——Is this the serious French girl? ——Wow, she really doesn’t need any language communication to be able to… In Cantonese, it’s pronounced as “kou zai” and written as “gou zai”. She can really overcome the language barrier and write “gou zai”! Masha: "You seem particularly serious today?" Jeanne didn't answer, she just laughed. She laughed at whatever Marsha said, and it looked good as long as she laughed. Masha thought, the girl was so sincere and wanted to hold a concert just for him, so he couldn't let her kindness down. He wanted to see if the French girl could sing Japanese songs, but Japanese songs were Xiao Shi's forte, and Xiao Shi's artistic attainments were so high that it would feel a bit unfair to let the French girl sing. At this moment, the French girl started playing the guitar by herself. Masha became excited as soon as he heard the prelude. This long and deadly prelude is Hotel California! ——Doesn’t Jeanne know English? Did she learn an English song specifically to sing for me? —Wait, did the French get my big data on music apps? According to big data? ** While Masha was wondering, his girls were watching their son being seduced in the maid shop.
Qianxun: "She came prepared. Although she was thrown off balance by Ah Sha's strange ideas at the beginning, she has now completely entered her own rhythm. French women are really scary." "Why do I feel like she doesn't think that much and just acts on instinct?" The League Secretary crossed his arms and muttered, "She feels like the kind of casual artist..." "This is terrifying." Qianxun gritted her teeth. "When it comes to manipulating spare tires and licking dogs, I am also a top-notch expert, but my skills and experience are completely defeated by a natural like her." Cai Shi nodded repeatedly: "Yes! Yes! That's it! I have a strong sense of crisis!" "I don't feel a sense of crisis," the League Secretary waved his hand, "After all, I am the backbone of this store. It won't work without me." When Cai Shi heard this, she complained to Qianxun: "Sister Qianxun, look, is this person speaking human language?" "That's human language." Qianxun spread her hands, "I really don't feel any sense of crisis. We are childhood sweethearts. If you say I am a loser, then that's fine, but I'm not." Cai Shi was speechless for a moment, then she turned to Xiao Shi: "Where's Xiao Shi?" "Me?" Xiao Shi was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Well, I have a strong sense of crisis! Too strong a sense of crisis!" Cai Shi looked at Xiao Shi with dead eyes: "Why do I feel like you're saying the opposite?" "Ah? No, I really do have a sense of crisis. Um, I feel very guilty!" "Tell me what's on your conscience!" Cai Shi said as she grabbed Xiao Di's conscience. "It's itchy! Shi-chan is so itchy, hahahaha." Cai Shi sighed, turned around and picked up the teapot on the table by the window, and said to the teapot with an autistic expression: "Miss Teapot, it seems that you and I are the only ones who share the same suffering." The teapot lid shook and made a sound, and Miss Teapot expressed her feelings at the moment in this way. At this time, Hongye said: "Senior sister, you should consider the feelings of those of us who can't squeeze into the front row." Hua Gu Shuang: "Yes, yes." Gui Gui: "I'm fine. After all, Ah Sha feels like my big brother." Bai Quan: "If you fall, you will be pinched to death." Everyone looked at Baiquan. The little girl faced all the gazes calmly and slapped the table with her hands: "I want to eat watermelon!" She speaks Chinese. Cai Shi: "I remember I just added some watermelons to the freezer this morning. I'll get them for you..." "No! That's not cold!" Bai Quan slammed his hands on the table, "I want to eat it cold!" Although the pronunciation is a bit strange, I can understand the meaning. Cai Shi took out her cell phone and started ordering takeout from the fruit shop. Qianxun and the others looked at each other, and Xiao Shi whispered, "I put her in here. Did I... do something wrong?" "Greet us first next time." The League Secretary whispered, "What if Baiquan is actually a spy who took APTX-4869 and became smaller?" Xiao Shi: "As far as I know, Mr. Takagi's code name is not Gin."
The League Secretary: "As expected of a Guanxi native, you are really good at picking up jokes!" "It's just so-so," Xiao Shi smiled, "But I was thinking, isn't Ah Sha planning to increase... that, the population? Er, the employees? I think Bai Jiang is pretty good, a smart and good kid." "Hmm..." The League Secretary glanced at Baiquan who was looking at them with a sly look, "I think he's a little too smart. Anyway, Xiao Shi, be careful and don't be fooled by this little guy." Xiao Shi showed a hurt expression: "As expected, Fang Fang, do you think my IQ is not as good as Bai Quan's?" "Not really, I just feel like you're the type that she'll play around with."