When Sun Jichao's show-off ended, Qin Xizhen had actually stood up and went to get his bag. "I've paid the bill. I need to go back early today to prepare some materials..."
Wang Keyi stretched and nodded, "I didn't sleep well yesterday..."
Du Ni glanced charmingly towards the hall, "Hey, young man..."
The events in the hall did not attract much of their attention. They watched it with a nostalgic attitude as if it were a student graduation party. As for Sun Jichao's playing, they only used it as material for betting.
All this did not break into their world.
Until, that song sounded.
"The flowers blooming in spring, the wind blowing in autumn, and the setting sun in winter; I, a melancholy young boy, once thought ignorantly..."
Qin Xizhen was facing away from the hall. At this moment, her ears above her drooping hair slightly pricked up and she stopped.
Wang Keyi, who was wearing an overalls skirt, also stopped like her, but Du Ni had already turned her head to look away.
The voice... is very nice. The voice is clean and clear, without any vocal training techniques, but it can capture that breath.
This feeling is calm and relaxed, long-lasting and penetrating through time.
The singing was like a complaint. They were walking outside the private room of the restaurant, which was blocked by pebbles, rocks, and checkered wooden doors. However, it seemed that in one night, spring flowers, autumn wind, winter snow and moon, evening light and clear sky, roosting birds and moths...
They are all here.
Wang Keyi turned around.
Qin Xizhen pricked up her ears. Due to her major, she was used to communicating with masters and predecessors with interesting souls only through music. The most important thing about a piece of music is whether it has a soul. It is like a dish with different doses of seasonings and ingredients. The first thing to consider is whether it tastes good. Only after enjoying the feast of taste will people be interested in the chef.
This time, she turned around and looked towards the hall at the other end. It seemed as if everything around her had gone dark, with only that young man playing the ballad softly. It was as if there was another soul overlooking the entire place through the song.
Wang Keyi met her eyes. Yes, for a country song or folk song that mainly tells a story or narrative with lyrics, technique and arrangement are actually not that important and must not be too outstanding. Harmonic elements cannot become the most eye-catching part, but can only serve to support and accompany and enrich the music.
The profession they studied has always been based on one soul: expressiveness. What exactly is expressiveness? When a great pianist strikes the keys with a frenzy that is almost like a moth to a flame, creating a huge frenzy in the concert hall, that is expressiveness. When the high notes penetrate the eardrums and hit the soul, lingering in the ears for three days, that is expressiveness. Expressiveness is something mysterious. Sometimes, even if you play the same piece a hundred times, you still feel that something is missing, and you can never capture the most critical point in people's minds. That is expressiveness.
Expressiveness is the devil in music, but also a creator-like existence, ruling all the brilliance and sparkle in the entire music. It is the little devil that countless pursuers who have been pursuing this path have always sought but often failed to obtain.
People who study music all their lives are pursuing finding expressiveness or reaching its extreme.
And now, that song they had never heard before, the expansive power called expressiveness, instantly pulled them into the world of melody.
"The windmill rotates every day in the song of the four seasons; I grow up year by year in the poems of wind, flowers, snow and moon..."
Oh, those were the countless days and nights when they learned piano and the music rang out in the apartment building, those were their reflections spinning several times in the mirror of the practice room, those were the scenes when they used to look into the eyes of a boy day and night but only occasionally looked into each other's eyes and felt a throbbing sensation.
"The flowing water takes away the stories of time and changes us. In that sentimental and first recollected youth
… ”
Oh, the flowing water takes away the time, what a mess, why don't you say that if you draw a sword to cut off the water, the water will flow even more...
Qin Xizhen smiled, and she remembered having disheveled hair, and being in the hot water room in winter, with hot water from the faucet gurgling into the water bottle. Over there, a friend who had packed up walked down from the dormitory, shouting that he was going to the audio-visual education building for class first... Running water, running water. I'm afraid I won't go to the hot water room to get hot water in the future.
"The long journey, yesterday's dream, and the distant laughter, how much more journey have we gone through before we meet again..."
It is all the memories of youth, love, friendship, hatred and contempt, pain and sadness. It is the melancholy of the ancient poem "I want to say something but I can't, I want to say something but I can't, but I say it's a good autumn with cool weather". It is something like time, which is invisible. When it settles, it becomes history. When it condenses, it is like life. Wherever it is attached, there will be a heavy thing, a thing with language and spirituality.
That is also the part of life when we are faced with the future and destiny choices, and feel hesitant and worried.
A song that I have seen thousands of times but never heard before, a song sung by a weeping soul, and an infectious performance that can drown out all the noise!
Even though Qin Xizhen grew up in a family that was exposed to classical music and was a graduate of a related vocal music major, he was still fascinated by it.
"Yellowed photos, old letters, and faded Christmas cards. I'm afraid you have already forgotten the songs I wrote for you when I was young..."
Yang Xia clenched her five fingers together, holding on so tightly that the blood color faded. She looked at the young man, and the light from the sky seemed to pour down. When he played the piano, it was as if his whole body was shining with light, and there were floating feathers that made people feel calm.
However, the lyrics are... Yes, that boy who always follows her, the boy who wants to hold her hand but can't, the photos they took together, the letters he wrote, his Christmas cards every year, they were all thrown into a corner by her... This song has never been heard before. Could it be that Cheng Ran wrote these lyrics himself... Then who is this paragraph of lyrics written for
You have already forgotten, have you forgotten...
If it happened again, and the boy played Two Tigers for her again, would a satisfied and appreciative smile appear on her face
"The vows made in the past are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbooks, engraved with so many beautiful poems, but in the end they are just a puff of smoke..."
It turns out that this is what he is like in his heart... Behind your cynicism, every time you seem to face everything around you with a joking attitude, in fact, you have made a shell and wrapped your humble self in that cocoon layer by layer.
It turns out that this is what you are really like... It was as if a handful of sand was suddenly sprinkled into the bottom of Yang Xia's heart. He felt a dull and heavy pain deep in his chest.
Many people were confused. Most of those who had started the commotion earlier had the intention of pushing down the enemy when the wall fell. Guitar is easy to learn but difficult to master. There are many people who can play it, but they have seen very few who can play it well. Sun Jichao is one of the best.
However, what kind of existence did they suddenly encounter? That surprisingly good song made their blood boil for a long time. It was more in line with the atmosphere of graduation at that time. It made people feel that such a song might be more touching in a few years, or even ten years later...
Du Yuting, whose attention had been diverted by Sun Jichao, now stared blankly at Cheng Ran again, her eyes red. That look... seemed as if she wanted to cut him into pieces.
It was unknown how long it had been before Sun Jichao found that the guitar was back in his hands. Cheng Ran waved at them, said he was going to the bathroom, and disappeared.
When people looked around carefully, they found that Cheng Ran was not the only one who went to the bathroom.
Yu Xiao looked at the empty space around him and across from him, muttering, "Cheng Ran... Lao Jiang..."
“… Holy shit!”
Qin Xizhen and the other two listened to Cheng Ran's singing and playing, and the last note fell, and the feeling brought by the song was still in their minds. Maybe this song is not amazing, it is just a story, but the visual sense flowing between the singing and the infectiousness of the on-the-spot performance of a junior high school graduate has left a deep impression on Qin Xizhen and the other two.
“This song is very good, very good…”
"The student wrote it himself?"
"If that's true, it would be amazing..."
Wang Keyi curled his nose, "It's a pity that I only heard it once. I can't remember the music by heart. It would be better if I could hear it a few more times..."
Du Ni seemed to be infected. "We are about to separate and go our separate ways. What do you think? When we meet again in a few years, will it be like the lyrics? I will no longer be the old me with the old passionate dreams. Nor will I be the old you with the same old smiles?"
"Wang Keyi, among us, Xizhen has been tied to this small city. I'm going to work in a dance troupe to make a living. If I can marry a rich man in the future, my life will be perfect... Only you, who are the most ambitious, can go to the capital to try your luck... You are the most likely to make a name for yourself..."
"Imagine that many years later, you are a big shot, and I am a rich woman driving a luxury car. I will watch Xizhen marry someone in this small town, with a big belly and walking like a Teletubbie..."
As she said this, Du Ni demonstrated it herself, swaying and shaking. With her dance skills, she performed it vividly, which made the two of them burst into laughter. In the end, Du Ni herself could not help but "Puchi!"
Qin Xizhen waved his hand to hit Du Ni, who kept dodging. The three of them laughed together.
Qin Xizhen blushed, "I won't marry anyone casually!"
"Yes, yes, yes, let's become an old maid! Let's live here forever!"
"That's good too..." Qin Xizhen made a face and smiled as usual. She looked back at the small city where she was born, went to school and might end up spending her old age. Deep in her smile, there was a barely perceptible sadness.
Cheng Ran and Jiang Hongshao escaped from the banquet. Standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus, they suddenly couldn't help but smile at each other.
"You don't sing well." Jiang Hongshao looked over, "Very bad."
"What?" Cheng Ran was stunned. The key point is that you haven't even heard the original one, so how can you have a reference
Jiang Hongshao pouted lightly, "What a mess of lyrics, 'A song written for you when I was young', how old are you now, a 17-year-old boy always reminiscing about his youth, what are you thinking about!"
Uh... this is hard to explain.
The wind blew through the warm city, brushing Jiang Hongshao's hair. She gently lifted it, then put her hands in her pockets and looked straight ahead. "In this song, 'yellowed photos, old letters, and faded Christmas cards...' What was your mood when you wrote it?"
Cheng Ran is completely confused, so he has to ask Lao Luo about this...
The road faces the lake, and the starry sky and city lights reflect colorful colors in the lake.
In the scene, Jiang Hongshao turned her head and looked at him with eyes that were extremely bright.
"Is it written to... Yang Xia?"
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