Many years later, Jiang Xianxian still clearly remembers the night when Peng Xiangming took himself to Zhou Yujie's house for a party for the first time, spent 20 minutes writing the song "Prison Bird" after being drunk, and played and sang it in front of everyone.

In fact, everyone who has experienced this incident can not forget such a night, and such a moment, they have always remembered clearly, and countless times mentioned, narrated, discussed, and shocked themselves in memories and nostalgia again and again.

It's just that there is some controversy about how much time it takes to create.

No one seriously reads the timer, so afterwards, it is difficult to have a unified understanding of how long Peng Xiangming stayed in the upstairs creation room to write the song.

Some say half an hour, some say twenty minutes.

Later, I don't know what kind of psychology it was, but gradually, the person who said that it was half an hour was gone, and everyone basically agreed that it only took about 20 minutes.

About a year later, as Ling Ling himself took the initiative to break the news of the creation of this song on a program, and then it was recognized by many witnesses, this matter gradually became a famous moment in the Chinese music industry, and in the next 20 years, and even 30 years later, he is still a highlight example of genius creation, which has been repeatedly mentioned by his predecessors, and finally became one of the most classic moments in the Chinese music industry.

However, in fact, when this incident was happening, Jiang Xianxian was a little confused.

When the wine faded, she understood it immediately: Peng Xiangming actually wrote a song, and he was going to perform it live immediately!

At this moment, she felt that her heavenly spirit cover was numb, a feeling that her soul was about to go out of her body.

When she turned her head to look, she saw that several people took out their mobile phones, as if they wanted to record Peng Xiangming's playing and singing, and Peng Xiangming had already put the two pieces of paper in his hand flat on the music shelf.

So she subconsciously looked back at the sheet music on the piano stand.

The handwriting is slightly sloppy, but it is still basically legible, just the score is very confusing, don't talk about others, Jiang Xianxian even doubts whether Peng Xiangming can understand it.

She knew the score, but only saw a few notes that seemed to be accents.

This is too messy, and it was obviously created in an emergency.

However, she suddenly saw the beginning of the lyrics, so she was stunned-

"I am a bird imprisoned by you,

I have forgotten how high the sky is.

......”

Peng Xiangming pulled out the piano bench and sat down.

Rubbed his hands.

Then, his hand rested on the piano keys.

Although he was obviously a little drunk, and his face was a little unusually red, his hand was still steady, and a soft piano sounded soon.

He began to sing—

"I am a bird imprisoned by you,

I have forgotten how high the sky is.

If I leave the little castle you gave me,

I don't know who else can be relied on. ”

His bass and midrange are textured, and he sings soothing and mournful.

However, this is not the most important thing.

Even the beginning of this song feels very smooth and good, and it is not the most important thing.

What's more, he actually wrote it!

"I am a bird imprisoned by you,

Get less and less love,

Watch your smile burn in the eyes of others,

I don't want a hug. ”

The question is, how did he write it?

This lyric is obviously in the voice of a woman, telling her own emotional accusation, whether the song is good or not, regardless of it, just this lyrics, how did he write it as a big boy?

Could it be that the brain of a genius is really completely different from that of an ordinary person like himself?

Given his age, and especially his gender, he could not have had a similar life experience, and he might have heard similar complaints and complaints from his mother or a female neighbor, and the topic that had just been brought up at the wine table, and what a few women had said, might have inspired him a little - but such a song was still an almost impossible task for him!

But on the contrary, he actually wrote this song on the spot!

He didn't even have the possibility of writing in advance - the topic was impromptu at the wine table, and with his age, this kind of subject matter would definitely not be his usual creative direction, and it was impossible to prepare in advance.

At this moment, Jiang Xianxian couldn't help but think of the way he was struggling to write in the creation studio upstairs just now, he should have written a few sentences, then crossed out a certain sentence, and wrote a new sentence next to it, and then the more he wrote, the smoother it became, the words that seemed to be taken out of the hearts of women became smooth and beautiful lyrics.

She thought: He should be sensitive and sensitive to the emotions of everyone around him, he should have the ability to see through people's hearts, and use his genius creative ability to turn these emotions and people's hearts into smooth, beautiful and direct music works.

He's such a ...... Talented!

The piano sound is slightly heavier, and the rhythm is also changed, a little excited-

"I'm like a shadow of you who you have,

Coldly looking at you lying,

This chaotic city,

can't tolerate my stupidity,

What makes you so obsessed with such presumptuousness!"

Jiang Xianxian felt that her scalp had flown up, and her soul had flown up.

She looked at the back of the man who was close at hand.

She never thought that there was any use of a man being handsome, even until just now, even if the man next to her was praised by others for being so handsome, she still didn't have any personal feelings, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that this man was so good-looking even on his back.

Straight, straight, lonely and tall.

Like the only tree shrouded in moonlight on a high cliff that no mortal could climb.

He was different from anyone else, and no one could compare to him.

It's dizzying.

Almost subconsciously, she raised her hand to cover her chest.

At this moment, she could feel her heart pounding, beating so fast that it seemed that it might fly out of her body at any moment.

She felt like she was starting to catch her breath.

So he took a big breath.

"I'm like a shadow of you who you have,

and loneliness in exchange for sad thoughts,

There is nothing to be done about love,

These tasteless days,

Tears are the only luxury. ”

Jiang Xianxian felt that her whole body was numb, her body trembled and trembled slightly uncontrollably, and suddenly she had an urge to cry.

She looked at his back infatuatedly, at his fingers moving on the keys, and couldn't help but cover her mouth excitedly.

And when she remembered, she turned her head to look beside her, and even behind her, and she saw a large stunned gaze.

Everyone's eyes were full of shock.

This made all the excitement and shock in her heart instantly turn into pride that could not be expressed in words.

She felt that she was standing right behind this man's side, standing in the closest position to him, as if she was bathing in the supreme glory that emanated from him.

This is a position that no matter how much money someone else spends, it can never be bought from her!

She finally couldn't restrain herself, and silently, she left tears of excitement.

The piano suddenly began to change its tune, and suddenly became much more high-pitched and excited, and Peng Xiangming's fingers, as if with infinite magic, danced quickly on the keys, and the notes poured down like a torrential rain.

Then, suddenly, he raised K, and his tone became impassioned—

"I'm like a shadow of you who you have,

Coldly looking at you lying,

This chaotic city,

can't tolerate my stupidity,

What makes you so obsessed with such presumptuousness!

I'm like a shadow you don't have to do,

and loneliness in exchange for sad thoughts,

There is nothing to be done about love,

These tasteless days,

Tears are the only luxury. ”