When Sun Jichao's dazzling skills were not like dazzling skills, which were more like the plucked strings that flowed into the cool plucking tail, Qin Xizhen had actually stood up, and then went to get his bag, "Pay the bill, I have to do some information preparation when I go back earlier today......

Wang Keyi stretched and nodded, "I didn't sleep well yesterday......"

Duni glanced sequely towards the side of the hall, "Oh, little young ......"

The plot that happened in the hall didn't attract much attention from them, and the whole thing was watched with the nostalgic attitude of a student graduation dinner, and as for Sun Jichao's playing, they were just material for betting.

None of this has broken into their world.

Until, that kind of song sounded.

"The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn, and the sunset in winter, and I was a melancholy youth, and I used to think ignorantly......"

Qin Xizhen was carrying the hall on her back, and at this time, her ears on top of her drooping hair were gently erected and she stopped.

Wang Keyi, who was wearing a suspender skirt, also stopped like her, and Du Ni had already turned her head to look at it.

Sound...... Very nice to hear. The voice is clean and clear, and there is no vocal training technique, but it can envelop that breath.

This breath is calm, long, and thorough.

Singing like a complaint, they were walking outside the private room of the restaurant with cobblestones, mountain stones, and checkered wooden doors, but it seemed that overnight, spring and autumn wind, winter snow and moon, evening light and clear sky, birds and insects......

It's all coming.

Wang Keyi turned around.

Qin Xizhen pricked up her ears, her major was used to talking to the ancestors only in the music and those masters with interesting souls, and because the most important thing about a piece of music is whether it has a soul in itself, just like a plate of condiments with different doses of ingredients, first of all, whether it is delicious or not, and after enjoying the feast of taste, people will be interested in the chef.

And this time, she turned around, and her eyes fell on the hall at the other end, as if it had been darkened all around, and only the young man, playing the ballad, as if there was another soul, looking down on the audience through the song.

Wang Keyi's gaze met her, yes, for a country music or folk song that mainly uses lyrics to tell a story or narrative, technique and arrangement are actually not so important, and they must not be too brilliant, and the harmonic elements cannot become the most eye-catching part, but can only play the role of supporting and accompaniing, and plumping the music.

From beginning to end, the profession they study has one soul in mind: expressiveness. What exactly is expressiveness, when the grand pianist hits the keys in a frenzied posture that is almost a moth to a fire, and sets off a huge frenzy in the concert hall, it is expressiveness. When the treble penetrates the eardrum and hits the soul for three days, that is expressive. Expressiveness is a kind of mysterious thing, sometimes even if you play the same piece a hundred times, you still feel that something is always missing, and you can't always capture the most critical point in people's hearts, this is expressiveness.

Expressiveness is the demon of music, and it is also the creator-like being, which rules all the sparkles and sparkles in the whole river of music. It is a little devil who has been sought by countless suitors on this path but often can't.

Throughout his life, people who study music are in pursuit of finding expressiveness or reaching its extreme.

And now, the song they had never heard before, the power of the song called expressiveness, instantly pulled them into the world of tunes.

"The windmill is in the song of the reincarnation of the four seasons, it flows every day, and in the poems of the wind and snow, I am growing up ...... year after year."

Oh, it was the countless days and nights when they were learning to play the piano in the unit building, it was the reflection of them spinning a few times in the mirror in the practice room, it was the scene of looking at a boy day and night but only occasionally looking at each other.

"The story of the water that takes away the time has changed us. It was in that sentimental and first reminiscent of youth

......”

Oh, the water still takes away the time, it's a mess, why don't you say that the water is more flowing when the knife is drawn......

Qin Xizhen smiled, and remembered that in the hot water room in winter, the hot water from the faucet was poured into the water bottle, and a friend who had cleaned up walked down the dormitory, shouting that he would go to the audio-visual building first...... Running water, flowing water, I'm afraid I won't go to the hot water room to get hot water in the future.

"The distant distance, yesterday's dreams, and the laughter in the distance, how far away we have gone through when we meet again......"

It was all the memories of youth, love, friendship, hatred and contempt, pain and sadness. That is the melancholy of the ancient poems that want to say and rest, but the weather is cool and autumn, that is the kind of time, invisible, precipitated is history, condensed like life, where it is attached, where it will be heavy, there is language and spiritual things.

That is also the part of life that is hesitant and anxious when facing the future and choosing fate.

The songs that have never been heard before, the soul that is like crying and singing, and the one that is enough to cover up all the hustle and bustle - the expression is infectious!

Let Qin Xizhen, even if his family is a classical music family, and he is a graduate of a related vocal music major, he will stop at God.

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"Yellowed photos, old letters, faded Christmas cards, songs written for you when you were young, I'm afraid you've forgotten it......"

Yang Xia's five fingers were entwined and clenched, and the blood faded, she looked at the young man, the sky seemed to pour down, and when he played the piano, it seemed that the whole person was lit up, and there were peaceful feathers floating.

Yet the lyrics are...... Yes, the boy who always followed her, the boy who wanted to hold her hand but couldn't, the photos they had taken together, the letters he wrote, and his annual Christmas card, were all left in the corner by her...... I have never heard this song, could it be that the lyrics were also written by Cheng Ran himself...... So who is the lyrics of this paragraph addressed to?

You've forgotten about it, have you......

If the boy played two tigers to herself again, would a satisfied and appreciative smile appear on her face?

"The vows of the past are like colorful bookmarks in the textbook, how many beautiful poems are carved, but after all, they are a puff of smoke......"

It turns out that his heart is like this...... Behind your cynicism, every time you seem to face everything around you with a joking attitude, in fact, you have made a shell, wrapping your humble self in layers in that cocoon.

So that's what you are...... As if a handful of sand had suddenly been sprinkled into the bottom of his heart, Yang Xia felt a dull and dull pain deep in his chest.

Many people are stunned, most of the people who coaxed before, most of them also have the meaning of the wall falling down and everyone pushing, the guitar is easy to learn and difficult to master, there are many people who can play well, and there are very few people around them who can play well, Sun Jichao is a leader.

However, what kind of existence did they suddenly provoke, that surprisingly beautiful song, and it was sung so hard that they were churning for a long time, and it was more in line with the atmosphere of graduation at this time, which made people feel that maybe such a song would be more touching in a few years, or even ten years later......

Du Yuting, who was originally distracted by Sun Jichao, stared at Cheng Ran in a daze at this time, her eyes were red, that kind of look was ...... It seems that he can't be cut with a thousand knives.

···

I don't know how long it took, Sun Jichao found that the guitar was back in his hand, Cheng Ran waved his hand at them, said to go 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 together.

Yu Xiao looked at the emptiness around him and on the opposite side, and muttered, "Cheng Ran...... Old ginger ......"

“...... Holy!"

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Qin Xizhen and the three of them listened to Cheng Ran's playing and singing throughout the whole process, and the last note fell, and the feeling brought by that song was still in their minds. Maybe this song is not amazing, it is already eloquent, but the sense of pictures flowing between the singing, which is just the appeal of the junior high school graduates' on-the-spot performance, has already impressed Qin Xizhen and the three of them.

"It's a good song, it's good......"

"That student wrote it himself?"

"If it really is, that's amazing......"

Wang Keyi cocked his nose, "It's a pity that it's only once, and I can't listen to music and memorize music at all, if only I could listen to it a few more times......"

Duni seemed to be infected, "We're going to separate, let's go our separate ways, you say, if we meet again in a few years, will it be like in the lyrics, no longer the familiar me of the old days, with the fanatical dreams of the old days." Aren't you the same as you used to be, with a smile still on?"

"Wang Keyi, we are here, Xi Zhen has been tied up in this small city, I went to the song and dance troupe to live, if I want to tie up a golden beetle son-in-law in the future, even if my life is complete...... Only you, the most ambitious, can go to the capital to break through...... You're the most likely to make a name for yourself......"

"Imagine, many years later, you are a wrist, I am driving a luxury car and being a rich woman, and I will watch Xi Zhen find someone to marry in this small town, with a big belly, and walk like a Teletubbies......"

Saying that Duni demonstrated it herself, shaking and shaking, she has dancing skills, she did these things vividly, causing the two of them to laugh, and finally Duni herself couldn't help but "poof!".

Qin Xizhen waved his hand to hit Duni, and the latter dodged vigorously. The three of them burst into laughter.

Qin Xizhen blushed, "I won't marry casually!"

"Yes, yes, let's become an old virgin!

"That's good, too......" Qin Xizhen grimaced and smiled as always. She looked back at this small city from birth to school, and finally could end up here, and there was a subtle sadness in the depths of her smile.

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Cheng Ran, who escaped from the banquet with Jiang Hongshao, stood on the platform waiting for the bus, and suddenly couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

"You don't sing well. Jiang Hongshao looked over, "It's so bad." ”

"What?" Cheng Ran was stunned, the key is that you haven't even heard of the original, can you have a reference?

Jiang Hongshao pouted lightly, "What a messy lyrics, 'songs written for you when you were young', how old are you now, a young man who is seventeen years old recalls his youth at every turn, what do you think!"

Belch...... It's hard to explain.

The wind passed through the warm city, brushing Jiang Hongshao's sideburns, she gently stroked it, and then put her hands in her pockets, her eyes looking straight ahead, "In this song, there are 'yellowed photos, ancient letters, and faded Christmas cards...... what was your mood when you wrote it?"

Cheng Ran is confused, this still has to ask Lao Luo......

The road faces the lake, where the starry sky and the lights of the city reflect the colorful colors.

In the scene, Jiang Hongshao turned her head and looked at him with her eyes, which was extremely bright.

"It's addressed to ...... Yang Xia?"

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At the beginning of next month, there were a lot of things, one was on the shelves, and the other was to participate in the salon where I went to RB at the starting point, and I felt like I was going to collapse at this writing speed...... I can only write as hard as I can.,After it's put on the shelves, I'll strive for two updates a day.,The countdown has begun...... Although I have been on the shelf many times, I am still a little nervous, and your support is my greatest confidence.