Early the next morning, Xu Xunsheng looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were blue and black, and his face was ugly.

Then she received a text message from Cen Ye, as if she had calculated the time for her to get up. He said, "Is it up? Lao Ding is leaving in the next two days, I want to hear the song we wrote, see you in the studio at 9 o'clock in the morning, okay?"

Xu Xunsheng only replied with one word: "Okay." ”

She didn't want to see him, but Lao Ding's trust could not be disappointed. After thinking about it again, Cen Ye had calculated this point, and relied on Lao Ding and the contract to drag her here, and his heart was blocked for a while.

Fortunately, I didn't bump into him when I was eating breakfast. When it was almost 9 o'clock, Xu Xunsheng went to the workshop.

Lao Ding and Cen Ye have already arrived. When Xu Xunsheng entered, Lao Ding was touching the bass with great interest, and Cen Ye said something to him with a smile. Hearing the movement, both turned their heads. Lao Ding is smiling at the banquet, Cen Ye is wearing black long-sleeved black pants today, a simple match, but you can see the exquisite design of the details, low-key big name.

He seemed to be used to this distinction now. Xun Sheng, or maybe that's his nature.

His gaze was still deep, and he sat down beside her. Xu Xunsheng frowned slightly.

Lao Ding sat opposite them, which made the two of them sitting side by side look more like a pair of familiar companions.

Cen Ye said: "Lao Ding will not follow the group all the time, I want to listen to it before leaving." ”

Xu Xunsheng nodded, but did not speak. Yesterday she and Cen Ye had a quarrel like that, she simply hid for an afternoon, and the two of them did not rehearse at all. Now she wants to sing it directly to Lao Ding, she is a little unsure.

As if sensing her concern, Cen Ye whispered, "You just sing, and my guitar will follow you." ”

It was like a thread in the ear, gently plucked. Xu Xunsheng didn't look at him, raised his head and said calmly to Lao Ding: "Yesterday because of me, we didn't rehearse much, I'm sorry." So there may be something unsatisfactory for you to listen to today, and that's all my responsibility. If you have any questions, I will revise them carefully. ”

Cen Ye stared at her without speaking.

Lao Ding waved his hand: "Haha, are you thinking too harshly of my old man, you are professional, I'll listen to it casually." ”

Xu Xunsheng. Then he smiled, gave Cen Ye a look with a cold face, and motioned for him to accompany.

In the past two years or so, where has anyone dared to call Cen Ye like this? It was all he swept over with an eye knife, what should everyone do honestly. At this moment, one of her eyes was not tender, cold and clear, and it actually had a bit of the taste of being casually sent to him in the past, but Cen Zhi's mouth was astringent and sweet, and his voice was softer: "Then I'll start?"

Xu Xunsheng said "um", still turning his head away from him.

Cen Ye plucked the strings, and the melodious and simple melody sounded, gently and softly, like touching my heart. Xu Xunsheng, like him, sat on a barstool, his eyebrows lowered. In an instant, it was as if he had been brought into another world. In that world, she didn't have to look up, she didn't have to pay attention, she could remember every melody he played, every one of his unique fingering habits, and his hidden mind and emotions when his hand fell together......

She closed her eyes, opened her lips, and began to chant.

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Lao Ding didn't have much contact with music, but he could also listen to it. At first, I just felt that it was gentle and beautiful, and the rhythm was bright and refreshing. It turns out that such a quiet and simple playing and singing can also bring people such an immersive and pleasant feeling. Gradually, he came back to his senses and had a feeling: the two people in front of him, their music is clearly one. Although they played and sang one by one, the flowing guitar sound and singing voice matched seamlessly. They clearly have a certain kind of same temperament, quiet, simple, and gentle. And that's exactly what his film and his story want. Perfect, really perfect.

Cen Ye kept his head down at first, but then he raised it and kept looking at Xu Xunsheng. And Xu Xunsheng didn't look anywhere, sometimes closing her eyes, sometimes opening her clear eyes, although she only sang her own. These two people are clearly shrouded in the same light and sunk by the same song.

At the end of the song, both of them were silent.

Even Lao Ding, who has never cared much about the thoughts of those children, feels that he has a lot of redundancy here, full of old and bright light bulbs. I even felt in my heart that Cen Ye, the little brother, looked like a superstar in front of people, but in fact, he was also a poor person. No, where did the girl give him any good looks?

Lao Ding coughed lightly twice to break the love of children who was about to submerge him in this room, and applauded vigorously. So Xu Xunsheng smiled gently, and the whole person was really as light as a chrysanthemum. Cen Ye also returned to his calm appearance. He untipped the guitar, handed it to Xu Xunsheng, and motioned for her to put it on the table next to him. Xu Xunsheng didn't want to accept such a natural little action from him, but with Lao Ding here, he still took it and put it for him.

"Lao Ding, if you have any thoughts and feelings, just say it. Cen Ye said.

Xu Xunsheng also looked at Lao Ding seriously.

Lao Ding pondered it carefully and said: "The overall feeling is already very good, the artistic conception, theme, and style are all what I want." The words are also basically fitting. At first glance, it doesn't sound like a problem. Still, I felt that something was missing, it seemed too conventional. Something missing that touched me was something that was vivid. ”

Cen Ye and Xu Xunsheng didn't speak.

Lao Ding smiled and said, "Of course, it may be that I have drilled the horns." But I always feel that your songs are still a veil away from this story. I wonder if there is something more vivid and rich, something more real and down-to-earth. This is also what we pay attention to in our literary creation, I think literature and art are interconnected, and music creation is the same.

You only arrived yesterday, and I suggest you should hurry up and record this song. You go to the ancient town for a walk, take a look, collect style, the crew has already started filming, you can also go and see. Feel the background of this story, the feelings of the hero and heroine. Not only to stop at the story you have read, but also to see it with your own eyes, to experience it, and then to write your feelings into songs. I believe that it must be something that will capture people's hearts more at once. ”

Lao Ding's words, Xu Xunsheng listened to it. In the past few years, she has always created alone, and her fans and partners also think it is good, and no one has commented on her music from the height of literary and artistic creation. Although what Lao Ding said was just a concept, she probably understood what he meant.

So after Lao Ding left, Xu Xunsheng had an impulse, and he also wanted to go around to see, experience, and capture inspiration.

I saw her sitting in place, her eyes shining, and she was distracted. Cen Ye couldn't guess her thoughts, and said, "Let's go together." After all, it's a joint creation, and you can't do it alone. ”

What he said was reasonable, but Xu Xunsheng didn't want to be inseparable from him.

But she smiled suddenly, and smiled quite clearly: "Are you sure you can go out with me?" 2k reading network