Looking at Xie Yu's departing back, Hu Yang smiled and turned back to the recording studio.

Xie Yu dialed He Qiulan's phone with a bright smile.

Hu Yang's words just now prove that he has officially accepted him.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have let myself call him "poplar".

Because the staff around me are different from outsiders, they can't be treated with the same attitude.

Back in the studio, Hu Yang looked for that mysterious feeling.

Silently singing this song in his head.

About half an hour later, they walked into the recording studio.

"Mr. Hu, let's record it first and try the effect?" Ciwang asked.

Populus euphratica naturally has no opinion.

Then they began to prepare, and they put on earplugs one after another.

Even Xie Yu ran over after calling He Qiulan and took an earbud and put it on.

Hu Yang, who was standing in the recording studio, looked at the five or six people outside through the soundproof glass, and did not feel the slightest nervousness.

Slowly close your eyes and gently shake your body.

After a while, the familiar accompaniment sounded in his ears.

The sound of the guzheng moves, plucking the heartstrings of the poplar.

It was as if the sound of Jinglun sounded in his head.

Emerge yourself in the incense mist surrounded by the prayer hall of pious worship.

[I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall]

[Suddenly I heard the mantra in your chant]

[I shake all the warp cylinders for excess]

【Just to touch your fingertips】

I closed my eyes and seemed to hear your chanting through the incense mist, and the rhythmic voice seemed to carry what you were going to say to me.

It's a pity I didn't hear clearly.

Turn the prayer wheel in your hand, round and round.

It is not to pray for transcendence and cleansing away the sins of this life.

Just to be able to touch your fingertips again and feel your warmth.

[Kowtow on the mountain road]

[Not for the audience]

[Just to stick to your warmth]

【Turning the mountain, turning the water, turning the pagoda】

[Not for the sake of cultivating the afterlife]

[Just to meet you on the way]

At the Holy Land of Kailash, measure the distance from you with your body, and keep kowtowing to the ground, covered in the fragrance of earth.

So pious, not for the sake of an audience,

I just want to be closer to you, to feel your breath after you turn into dirt.

May you become the earth, and every long head represents being closer to you.

On the pilgrimage, I have crossed countless mountain peaks, fluttered over countless streams, and turned prayer wheels countless times.

I never thought of a good afterlife because of this.

It doesn't matter to me, it doesn't matter.

I only have one purpose in mind, and I just hope to be able to meet you again in the future.

......

A look of loneliness appeared on the poplar's face.

Because he knew it was impossible, but he had the luxury of hoping that it would be realized one day in the future.

A faint smell of sadness and supplication permeated.

The accompaniment continues.

[Just that night]

[I forgot everything]

[Abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation]

[Only for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha]

[It has long lost its old luster]

All the beauty was shattered on that night in a once-in-a-century blizzard.

At that moment, I forgot everything.

All that remains in my mind is your happy and regretful eyes.

Faith and reincarnation have been abandoned by me, and I don't care anymore.

As long as I can bring you back to life, I'm willing to do anything.

However, the roses have withered and withered.

Buddha, no matter how powerful he is, he is unable to return to heaven and cannot reproduce the past.

I can only bury you with my own hands on a hillside that looks out over the school.

Waiting for you day and night.

[I listened to the Sanskrit chant for a night]

[Not for enlightenment]

[Just to find a trace of your breath]

A sigh rang out, and I had listened to Gyalwa Rinpoche's Sanskrit chanting overnight in the Potala.

It's not to understand the Buddha's teachings, nor to improve one's Buddha-nature.

I just want to find a little bit of your breath in it.

However, I couldn't find it.

Finally I got out of there.

【I Raise the Wind Horse】

[Not for begging]

【Just waiting for your arrival】

Every time the wind horse rises from my hands, he never prays for the gospel.

I only hope that one day you will see my rising wind horse, and you will be able to follow its breath to find my place.

I will always be waiting for you.

Waiting for your arrival.

[I soared into an immortal]

[Not for immortality]

[Just to bless you with peace and joy]

....

......

[It has long lost its old luster]

【The luster of the old days】

But.... Unfortunately, I never heard from you, and I never heard from you.

By the time you wait, I'm already about to soar into an immortal.

But that's not for the sake of immortality, it's about wanting you to be peaceful, joyful, and happy in the other world.

Actually, I don't know if you can hear the prayer.

Because what we have to face is the Buddha rose that has long withered and withered, and there is no delicate luster in the past.

.....

......

The aftermath continued, and the wistful look on Hu Yang's face made them uncomfortable for all of them.

It's as if something is blocking my heart.

After about two or three minutes, Hu Yang slowly opened his closed eyes.

Xie Yu saw the indissoluble sadness in his eyes, and couldn't help but want to say something.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find any powerful words.

He found that all words were pale in front of the poplar at this moment.

At the same time, he was also very disdainful of the words on the Internet the day before yesterday that "Hu Yang and Dongfang Tianyue jointly donated at the charity dinner in Shancheng to test the public's reaction to their relationship".

Without the deep longing for his wife Song Wenxian, Hu Yang would never be able to sing this kind of feeling.

Although Xie Yu's appreciation of songs is not high, he definitely does not eat dry rice when he eats mixed rice in Qiao Run's studio.

I still have vision, not to mention that I have listened to many people's songs.

Not to mention the others, the only ones who only made themselves uncomfortable and uncomfortable were Hu Yang and Qiao Run.

Ciwang also woke up from the singing.

stood up and applauded desperately at the poplar who was still in the recording studio.

Even now that he couldn't hear it, it was as if they were clapping with all their might.

Hu Yang cleaned up his mood and straightened his waist to not let himself be so depressed.

Even if it's strong.

"How do you feel, do you need to re-record?" Hu Yang said to Ciwang as he came out of it.

They nodded in unison, then shook their heads.

This expresses that they think that Populus euphratica sings very well, and there is no need to record anymore, which is already very good.

Originally, I tried to record it again, but I didn't expect to record such a perfect singing voice.

Thankfully, I didn't have to go to the trouble of tuning all the recording equipment to capture the best quality sound.

Hu Yang showed a slightly stiff smile.

He also felt that he had just sung quite well.

If he were to sing it again, he might not be able to sing it like he had just done.

Therefore, he didn't want to record it again.

He said a few words to Ciwang and them.