The old wolf's voice is full of stories, there are too many people in the green years in the song, to be honest, the old wolf's appearance is very ordinary, in the entertainment industry where there are many brothers and beauties, the old wolf is not ugly, but it is definitely ordinary and can no longer be ordinary, but the songs he has sung are the youth of countless people.

Teacher Huang secretly wiped his eyes, put on his sunglasses again, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, the three of us are old, so we can only find some old touches, Xiao Xuan has an old soul, so I am also moved." ”

"Teacher Huang, Mao Mao also shed tears. Peng Peng pressed Maomao's head to show Teacher Huang.

"This is the charm of folk songs, not as gorgeous as bel canto, not as passionate as rock, simple melodies and plain tones, telling stories one by one, and singing songs with stories in your heart. ”

Ye Mingxuan held the guitar and played it slowly, there is an electronic organ in the mushroom house, but the electronic music instruments are basically not in line with the tune of the folk song, and it is not as beautiful as a simple acoustic guitar.

When the old wolf heard it, the melody was too familiar, and he played it along. Except for the three elderly people here, Ye Mingxuan has heard this song, and none of the six young people have heard it.

"The city under the moonlight, the people under the lamps are waiting

The wind in the crowd, the song in the song, the sound of the years

Who unconsciously sighs

Sigh that unconscious age

Who still listens to the beauty of a leaf and knows autumn. ”

Ye Mingxuan and the old wolf sang together, without deliberately using any skills, simply relying on feelings to sing, but the simpler the song, the more difficult it is to express the feelings, the resonance of the feelings that the folk songs pay attention to, the lyrics and songs are simple, there are metaphors and stories, Ye Mingxuan's timbre is actually not very suitable for singing this song, fortunately, it is full of emotions and sounds good.

"You've been here in the morning, you've been left with the scent of cherry blossoms

The window was opened, the door was opened, and people asked me what I said

You sang a moonshine

He once accompanied me to grieve for the fallen leaves

I once painted my appearance in front of a snowy window

Those snow-ridden winters

The boy who didn't carry an umbrella

The oath that was blocked by the door

Goodbye to the snow-covered strings..."

"Nana, is this the charm of folk songs?"

Xue Yingmeng looked into the distance with a confused look in her eyes and asked in a low voice.

Perhaps, in fact, there is no specific definition of a ballad in the academic world, but there are some songs that you only hear once and know that they are ballads, which can take you into the world of songs, and you don't know that sentence will hit your heart, it has neither shouting nor passion, it is such a plain and ordinary story after story. ”

I don't know if it's for Xue Yingmeng or for myself, Ye Mingxuan was immersed in the world of the song and couldn't extricate himself for a long time. Not only Ye Mingxuan, but several other young people were also stupid.

"Whoever wants to take a bath should wash it first!" Mr. Huang covered most of his face with a teacup, and his voice was a little muffled.

"Leizi, I want to see the stars. The old wolf put down his guitar and whispered.

"Let's go!" Teacher Huang stood up and walked out of the house with the old wolf.

As a fan of the old wolf, Ye Mingxuan also went out with the guitar, and the old wolf sang two songs, and he also wanted to sing a song to the old wolf.

"Why are you out there, don't you deserve to play with them?"

After the three of them came out, Teacher He changed his mood, and it didn't take long for the house to be lively, Teacher Huang wanted to sit quietly in the courtyard with the old wolf for a while, chatting, Ye Mingxuan came out with a guitar It really hurt the atmosphere.

"Uh~ I don't really like this kind of hip-hop environment~" Ye Mingxuan replied with a blushing face.

"Young people should be like them, don't look at them like us two old men, how energetic they are. The old wolf looked at the starry sky and said.

"Isn't that how it was when I was young? a group of people made an appointment and laughed and laughed, and they didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran out to brush the night, and they didn't go home, they couldn't go back..."

Teacher Huang looked at the starry sky and was quiet in his heart.

"Master, Brother Wolf, shall I sing you a song?" Ye Mingxuan felt that this song was quite suitable for the old wolf's experienced and still poetic voice.

"Can't you just let us be quiet for a while?"

"Let him sing, in this kind of atmosphere, there is nowhere to express the emotions in his heart, and singing is the most intense. ”

The old wolf smiled and said, "Is it your own song?"

Ye Mingxuan nodded, anyway, there is no such thing in this world, it is his own song.

"There was a car coming after the rain

Drive through the twilight pale

The old tin sheet is driving south, and the lover is no longer there

Listen to the smoke of Poetry Radio. ”

"It's kind of interesting, like the more popular songs of our time. When Ye Mingxuan sang softly in a lazy and low voice, the old wolf became interested, the song was very simple, and even the whole song could be played with one chord, and the lyrics were quite interesting, with melancholy poetry.

"An unsentimental cough, at least it seems

The return journey is also cute, and the strings are missing the posture

I don't see the children who listened to the song that night

Time rushes into a monologue, grinding the turbulence into a cassette

The feelings that have been withered have been shattered into the era

Just grow old, don't wake up alone, you long to leave, but there is nowhere to stop. ”

When we were young, we longed for youth, youth is looking forward to becoming an adult, and we miss the youth in the year of the establishment, and finally spend our lives to commemorate our youth, now life is becoming more and more depressing, and we become more and more unwilling to ourselves, what drives you forward is not a dream, but because behind you is the abyss of real life.

"Just sing, eyes narrowed

And the collapse of tears is just an existence that has not arrived

Just sweet patience, the stars moisten the windowsill

The light and shadow are beating as if they are there, and they are sleepy and say love

No more senseless emotion

Thought it understood

The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss. ”

"It's a bit like when Xiaosong was young, idealistic and poetic. The old wolf commented pertinently.

"He just loves to think cranky, that is, the young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, falls in love with the floor, falls in love with the floor, and says sorrow for the new words. Although Teacher Huang said it with a smile, he was a little worried about Ye Mingxuan's state, and he still felt that young people should be a little more funny, and this kind of idea similar to seeing through the red dust was a bit dangerous.

Ye Mingxuan didn't know what's wrong, he felt a lot in the old wolf's singing tonight, so he thought of this song "Ideal Thirty", and even felt a little unhappy.

"The song is very good, the classic folk song, what's the name? By the way, is there a registered copyright?" The old wolf likes folk songs, and he likes this song very much.

"Ideal Lent. Ye Mingxuan put the guitar aside, one song today is fine, and it's a little annoying to sing.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-three. ”

"How can you write such lyrics at twenty-three? The song is really good, but it is difficult for you to sing the taste of folk songs at your age, and on the whole you sing very well, but you are too young, and the timbre is too crisp, and you are willing to suppress and sing with a bass smoke, and professional musicians can still hear it at once. ”

Teacher Huang's worry was too obvious, the old wolf heard it at once, and following Teacher Huang's meaning, his evaluation of Ye Mingxuan was also half-true.

After crossing this topic, the three of them chatted outside until more than one o'clock in the morning, and the young people in the house went to sleep, and Mr. He made two bunks downstairs, and like yesterday, two more people are going to sleep on the bunks today.

"Xiao Xuan, wash up and go to sleep, you have to go to Hainan tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Okay, Master, Brother Wolf, I'll take a shower and sleep first, I don't know if you two will sleep with me on the floor tonight?" Ye Mingxuan said with a wink, and went back to the house with his guitar in his arms.