The Rebirth of a Diva
Episode 16's
Xia Ling was not impressed. She just gave him a bouquet of flowers after everything he suffered? However, from a different point of view, she was ready to bear all her medical expenses and took the initiative to provide treatment to him. He also allowed her to stay in the VIP guest room in this spacious mountain villa with a full board completely free of charge. It could be said that he had already taken full responsibility for this situation.
The place he was staying at this time was truly the VIP living room. Unlike the shabby rooms reserved for MV filmmaking, in the middle of the mountain, the room here exuded class. Thick and soft carpet that rises to your ankle when you step into it; a complete bar counter in the corner; themed ceilings and wall designs, with interchangeable lighting effects, coupled with natural aroma and sound system – starry skies at night, sea views, desert. . .
It is clear that the owner of this place knows what it means to enjoy life to the fullest.
As a result, he had the privilege of enjoying the comfort of all these pleasures in the past few days. Undoubtedly, luxury in moderation really helped lift his spirits. However, it was only a few days before Xia Ling was bored. He was never used to doing anything. He felt that he had to be busy while he was still alive.
Since she was reincarnated, most of her time was spent on dance practice. Now that he could dance comfortably in this body, it was time to make sure that his voice could match as well. After all, she still remains a singer, even though she has to engage in many other side activities.
In this life, his voice was completely different from the voice he had in his previous life. It is a natural gift, not something that can be changed through human means. In her past life, she had a mesmerizing voice with the ability to sing in a wide range. No matter how high or low the song is, he can reach the tone easily. Any melody that is a big challenge to other singers will seem easy when sung by him.
Xia Ling thought sadly that maybe this was the reason Pei Ziheng chose her from the orphanage. Not only did she have a very beautiful face, but she also had a distinctive voice. Maybe Pei Ziheng only wanted the perfect artist from the start, and he just checked all the boxes.
In this life, he seemed much more normal. In terms of visuals, she is beautiful but not a head turner straight away, and her singing range is much narrower than before. The high tones he used to sing easily now required more effort and concentration.
Of course, a lack of talent is something that can be augmented through hard work. All you need to do is add more energy and perseverance than anyone else. After all, music is the voice of one's heart, present deep within everyone's heart. Like the stones that quietly sit at the bottom of a river, they may come in many different patterns and shapes, but if you put in the effort and patience to polish each one of them, you will find a way to look at them, each stone can bring out its own unique charm.
His job is to find the projection that best matches the voice he has in this life.
In the days that followed, he tried to sing the songs he had sung in his past life. As expected, there were many twists and turns in the melody that he felt could not be sung. He recorded each of these parts down and grouped them into parts that could be achieved through practice, parts that were impossible due to lack of talent, he said, and also the parts that don't match the voice he has in this life and must be reworked . . .
He went on to deal with each of these categories in turn.
His goal was not to create the perfect cover of the songs he practiced but to familiarize and perfect the sounds he had in this life by repeating through practice. As he solved every problem, the melody of the song was also drastically modified. Slowly but surely she put all the songs together, displaying a completely different style but equally captivating.
Familiar but strange, which surprised and captivated him.
On this day, Xia Ling leaned against the balcony railing, singing the song she loved in her previous life –
The smell of sandalwood on my red sleeve, zither in my hand
Play a sophisticated song for you
The horses stepped on the peach blossoms on the ground
The horses stepped on the peach blossoms on the ground
Bones fight against desert sand
Jianmen Section
Yongding River
To whom all this belongs
The enchanting old melody, which included feelings of sadness and cruelty, showed the prowess of her singing ability. Half of the reason why he liked this song in his past life was because few had the ability to sing this song in its entirety. He will admit that there was a period where he found pleasure in seeing other artists craze with jealousy at what he could do.
They used to say that he was lucky to be born with a good voice.
Suddenly, the sound of applause was heard.
Xia Ling did not expect this, jumping in shock. The song sheet at his side was accidentally pushed past the balcony railing and floated down onto the trees and grass below.
Xia Ling did not expect this, jumping in shock. The song sheet at his side was accidentally pushed past the balcony railing and floated down onto the trees and grass below.
He looked down and saw two men standing under a peacock tree. They were Li Lei and Wei Shaoyin, who stood looking at him.
“Hei, beautiful.” Li Lei waved at him recklessly with one hand, the other hand tucked in his pants pocket.
He looked voluptuous today, with no resemblance to someone who was injured. It seems that he has mostly recovered from the injury. He wore an elaborate woven silk shirt that was as white as the moonlight, with a light-colored floral pattern seen near the collar of the shirt that remained slightly exposed, it showed her tanned skin and her tight chest underneath. It was a fashion style that was difficult to do but looked to match her even worn casually. In fact, it could be said that she looked very charming.
Xia Ling could not help but think that if she chose to become an artist, she could become great just by standing there with her good looks.
While his mind was busy, outside he calmly looked at her and said, "My name is Ye Xingling."
“OK, Ye Xingling.” He corrected himself and continued, “What did you sing just now? That's very nice.”
"Xia Ling 'The Scent of the Sitar'" he said. This is a famous song that has won three prestigious awards the year it was released. It topped the charts for a period of time and was heralded as a shocking – classic that she didn't know about.
"You don't know this famous song? How do you own an entertainment company?" Wei Shaoyin's voice drifted from the side, a seductive tone was seen within. He was also wearing a white shirt, but unlike Li Lei, his shirt was completely white, simple and clean, and buttons were neat all the way to the top. Perfectly combined, with no room for criticism.
Xia Ling was slightly surprised. A staffer from Skyart Entertainment can talk to his boss in this way? When he was at Imperial Entertainment, Pei Ziheng was the firm boss of – if he said one thing, no one dared to say anything else. His strength was arrogant, and no staff dared to use such a tone on him.
He looked at Li Lei.
Xia Ling was slightly surprised. A staffer from Skyart Entertainment can talk to his boss in this way? When he was at Imperial Entertainment, Pei Ziheng was the firm boss of – if he said one thing, no one dared to say anything else. His strength was arrogant, and no staff dared to use such a tone on him.
He looked at Li Lei.
Li Lei did not seem to be affected by this small temptation. Smiling kindly, he said, "That's why I have an elite like yourself managing, Ah Wei." He tilted his head to one side and thought hard. "Although now that you mention it, the song is indeed familiar .. Wait, the tone I know is slightly different from what she sings, no wonder I don't recognize her."
Wei Shaoyin raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "At least you understand it." He bent down and picked up the sheet of song scattered on the ground and ruffled it quickly. A shocked expression appeared on his face, and then he asked, "You're Xingling, you modified this yourself?"
"Yes nih . "
"This is all Xia Ling's songs. I didn't expect you to have researched him closely," said Wei Shaoyin, a look of contemplation entering his eyes.
"I'm a fan of Xia Ling," Xia Ling said lightly. The identity that Lu Tao wore on him would be useful.
Wei Shaoyin smiled. "Xia Ling's songs are no match for your voice. But after your modification, there's a different feeling for them."
“You are too kind,” he replied politely.
Wei Shaoyin was unaffected by the lack of enthusiasm in his voice. He waved the sheet of the song in his hand and asked, "Does it if I bring him back and take a look?"
