Ye Wenxuan walked up to the stage, sat on a chair, aligned his mouth with the microphone in front of him, and adjusted the guitar alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At ten o'clock in the evening, the tavern was already full. There was a table of logs, on which were placed small yellow lights, and the ceiling of the shed was also swaying with chandeliers. The evening breeze from Houhai blew into the tavern, and many people looked at the person on the stage curiously.

Everyone knew that it was time for the show, and they all looked at Ye Wenxuan with curious eyes. Some put their hands behind their heads and leaned back on the stool. Some whispered with their friends, enjoying a moment of leisure in this quiet evening.

Ye Wenxuan sat on the stool, and he felt excited for a moment. That's right, it's excitement.

The first few times I sang for others was for the competition, and I was nervous, and it was difficult to completely relax and enjoy the music as I wanted. But today is different, he is just a guest, he can sing as much as he wants, and enjoy the happiness that music brings him.

The song Ye Wenxuan has already thought about it, and "Nanshan Nan" is very in line with this artistic conception.

Raise your head slightly and put your mouth on the microphone. With the acoustic guitar in his hand, the soothing mellow music came out of the guitar and drifted into the ears of the guests in the tavern.

Hearing the prelude, many guests first reflected that this was a ballad. But...... But why don't I have any impression of such a nice tune?

Without giving the guests time to think, Ye Wenxuan's slightly hoarse voice came out of the stereo.

……

You're in the southern sun

Snow

I'm in the cold night in the north

The four seasons are like spring

If only it was too late before dark

I'm going to forget your eyes

Extremely poor all his life

I can't finish a dream

……

A guitar, a teenager, and the girl.

This song is a famous folk music in the last life, and its connotation lies in the fact that everyone has their own story, and listening to the music may be two people crying, but the content of their crying is very different.

You are snowing in the south, and I am in the north where the sun is like spring.

Ye Wenxuan used his flat voice, a little hoarse, and a little lazy, with an inexplicable charm into the ears of the audience below.

When the guests below heard Ye Wenxuan's song, they all stopped communicating with each other. With a glass of wine in his hand, he quietly listened to Ye Wenxuan's singing, and his eyes recalled his own memories.

……

He no longer talks to anyone about the isolated island of encounter

Because my heart has long been deserted

He can't hold a home in his heart

Be a mute who only lies to yourself

He said that you are beautiful in any way that is praised

It's not as good as the first time he met you

Time lingers

……

Ye Wenxuan's fingers plucked the guitar casually, his head that was originally slightly lowered was also raised, and his eyes also exuded longing and memories, everyone has their own memories, and Ye Wenxuan is no exception.

The goose-yellow light reflected on Ye Wenxuan's body, lingering in everyone's hearts with the moving singing.

Li Guanghe, who was upstairs, moved his chair out of the corridor, lay on the railing, stretched out his hand out of the railing, holding a cigarette, and looked at Ye Wenxuan downstairs with a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

He was twenty that year, and she was nineteen......

The two met on the shore of Jingying's Weili Lake, she sat on a big rock with her long hair fluttering, her long hair fluttering, and that glance touched his young heart......

After a year together, he successfully won the favor of a big director and starred in the first play in his life, which was also the TV series "Heavenly Knife" that made him famous......

He gradually became busier and busier and became known to everyone. The price in exchange is that the two see each other less and less, and there are fewer and fewer opportunities to get along......

Sometimes he always asks himself, do you love, love, do you love deeply, do you want to, you can't give up......

Two years later, he finally lost the gentle girl......

Looking at the back of her leaving, he, who had already become a big star that everyone envied, looked at her back and knelt on the ground and hugged his head and cried......

Rou'er, are you alright......

……

You're snowing in the southern sun

I was in the cold nights of the north all year round

If only it was too late before dark

I'm going to forget your eyes all my life

I can't finish a dream

Wake up from a big dream

Absurd for a lifetime

……

Ye Wenxuan's emotions were high-pitched, and his voice was even more sensational, deeply touching the soft depths of people's hearts.

Li Guanghe, who was upstairs, looked at Ye Wenxuan downstairs with straight eyes, there was no focus in his eyes, and he didn't feel the cigarette that had burned all the cigarette butts. A tear came out of his eyes, and Li Guanghe woke up from his memories all of a sudden.

Everyone has their own exclusive memories, their own sorrows, and only the tears they shed are stories that only you know.

……

Nanshan South

Northern autumn sorrow

There are grain piles in the south mountain and the south wind murmurs

There are tombstones in the North Sea of the North Sea

Nanshan South

Northern autumn sorrow

There are grain piles in the south mountain and the south wind murmurs

There are tombstones in the North Sea of the North Sea

There are tombstones in the North Sea

……

Ye Wenxuan's singing voice seemed to be standing on the empty North Sea, empty and desolate.

The tavern was quiet, everyone looked at the small wooden platform and sang Ye Wenxuan, some people burst into tears, and some people drank silently one glass after another.

It has been said that people who like ballads. Either there is a feeling, or there is a story. Folk songs bring them an inspiring power, but also a glass of wine to remember the future, refreshing.

A young man sitting in the depths of the tavern, listening to Ye Wenxuan's singing, drank one glass of wine after another, tears couldn't stop flowing, and drank it together with the wine.

His name is Qian Shaojie and he is a recent graduate. Just stepped out of the ivory tower of the university and into this cruel life.

A few days ago, he broke up with his girlfriend who had been in love with her for four years, and the reason was simple. With no money and no living security, she was forcibly taken back to her hometown by his parents, where she found a stable job and a man many years older than him.

She loves Qian Shaojie very much and has never asked for anything after graduation. Even if the two of them were crammed into a small house of less than ten square meters, he never complained, he had learned guitar for a few years, and every night he would play some ballads to her, and she would watch him silently cross-legged, although she was very tired, but the two of them loved each other very much.

Every day, they would hug each other and sleep, as if they were rehearsing what it would be like ten years from now, and they ...... will still be so affectionate.

But at the behest of her parents, she compromised.

She packed her bags and left them in front of the door.

Neither of them slept that night......

Ballad after ballad was played, and she rested her head on his shoulder, looking at the dim starlight, and the two of them wept and were silent.

The next day, he sent her away.

This time, Qian Shaojie knows, it may be ...... forever Maybe never to see ......

She's in the south, he's in the north......

From now on, the world is strange, thousands of rivers and mountains, I don't know if you can feel my love......

Today, I have been working for more than two months, and I have a rare leisure time to come to this tavern. Suddenly I heard this song sung by Ye Wenxuan, it sounds!

It seems to be the truest story in his heart.

After Ye Wenxuan's singing was finished, there was silence in the tavern......

Qian Shaojie ran out from the deepest part of the back, took out the only three hundred yuan left in his wallet, and said to Ye Wenxuan with tears in his eyes: "You sing again, please, sing again!"

Qian Shaojie wanted to listen to it again, he was afraid, afraid that he would never hear this song again.

Although the time of a song just now made him re-experience the journey of the general and hers, his heart was tormented again and again.

But he, Qian Shaojie, still wants to hurt again!

This only three hundred yuan is insignificant to Ye Wenxuan. But looking at Qian Shaojie, who was in tears in front of him, he said softly.

"Good ......"

In Ye Wenxuan's singing, the guests in the Dream Tavern were all drunk......

Just like the name of the Dream Tavern, it's like a dream, drunk in it......

Those who have suffered, I am willing to ......

Do it again......

(I have wine, you have votes, brothers, do you dare to vote for me...... ）