Huang Guolun was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't understand why Cai Yafang wanted to listen to the songs of a thirty-year-old woman.

Zhao Jing was also blindfolded, and asked Cai Yafang: "Your request is very strange, why do you listen to the songs of a thirty-year-old woman?"

"Because I'm thirty. Cai Yafang smiled sheepishly.

"Shenma?"

Zhao Jing didn't know that Cai Yafang was so "old" before, and she was very surprised: "You're not kidding, are you? You're thirty? Three years older than my sister?

Zhao Yan twisted Zhao Jing's thigh fiercely, and said angrily: "You owe it." ”

"Ouch hey, I owe you what are you doing with my legs!"

Zhao Jing was squeezed into tears by Zhao Yan. She swore that she would never wear thin leggings when she got along with Zhao Yan in the future. She must wear the thickest jeans and autumn pants to arm herself! Otherwise, her long legs, which are unparalleled in the world, must be twisted into a hornet's nest by Zhao Yan!

Tan Shan and Han Yue saw that Cai Yafang actually revealed her age, and couldn't help but guess that this intellectual and sensual beautiful travel writer was moved by Huang Guolun's music and became distracted.

Although the two of them also recognize that Huang Guolun sings very well, they are usually immersed in "high-end" music, and they always can't get cold about pop music, even if they hear a good live-level singing, it is not as moving as listening to a less perfect piano song.

However, seeing that Cai Yafang was moved by Huang Guolun's song, they were all very emotional, this Teacher Huang really has two brushes, and he is worthy of the Zhao sisters calling him a genius, he is really a "pop killer".

Huang Guolun sat in front of the piano, separated from Zhao Jing and Cai Yafang at a distance, but his divine ears heard the conversation between Cai Yafang and Zhao Jing.

Like Zhao Jing, he was also a little surprised, but he didn't expect Cai Yafang to be thirty years old.

Looking at Cai Yafang's face, she really doesn't look like a thirty-year-old woman, Zhao Yan is twenty-seven years old, she looks quite small, Cai Yafang looks more youthful and beautiful than Zhao Yan, she is a girl of Zhao Jing's age.

But if you feel the temperament exuded by Cai Yafang carefully, there is a sense of stability that the music washes away the lead, she should be a woman who has experienced a lot of ups and downs, not like Zhao Yan is a fairy tale, and not as frivolous as Zhao Jing.

If you don't look at the face, just look at the mentality and state, she really looks like a thirty-year-old woman.

Huang Guolun's mind at this time, two versions of "A Thirty-Year-Old Woman", a man and a woman, emerged.

He didn't know that this song was written by Zhao Lei from another world and sung by Tan Weiwei as a female version.

He thought it was his own feeling after observing so many Bensan women from the perspective of a social observer.

So he said to Cai Yafang: "I have a melody in my heart that I sing to a thirty-year-old woman, but I have never sung it." Today, I will take this opportunity to give you this song, the name of this song is "Thirty-year-old Woman". ”

"Thank you. "No one has ever written a song for her, this is the first time, Cai Yafang Xiaosheng was moved.

"This song is my personal summary of a woman of this age of thirty, and it is purely my personal feelings and opinions, and nothing else is involved. If there is something that offends you, don't care, just listen to the story of a thirty-year-old woman in my heart. ”

Cai Yafang nodded knowingly, wondering what kind of songs Huang Guolun wrote for women of their age.

A sentimental girl like Zhao Yan, who is about to run for three, is also looking forward to Huang Guolun's summary work.

Han Yue, who is not interested in pop music, also paid attention to Huang Guolun's original work at this time. She is also a woman who starts with three words, much like looking at what Huang Guolun, a so-called pop music genius, will sing women of their age to.

The student fans were overjoyed when they saw that Huang Guolun was going to sing an original work, and they both held their mobile phones to record Huang Guolun's first original work.

Everyone in the café fell silent, watching Huang Guolun start playing the piano in the lonely style.

He is ready to sing "I'm going to marry you tomorrow" like Zhou Huajian, and the female singer and male singer will present Cai Yafang with a female version of "Thirty-Year-Old Woman".

Compared with the male version, the female version of "Thirty-Year-Old Woman" is more gentle and moving, and it is also more suitable for piano playing and singing.

The woman in this version of the song is also more in line with Huang Guolun's description of a thirty-year-old woman.

In his opinion, a thirty-year-old woman, whether single or not, should be the brightest scenery in their lives.

If a thirty-year-old woman like Cai Yafang is still single, she should often have an inexplicable sense of loneliness when she dreams back at midnight.

It was a feeling of loneliness that was despised.

The flowers of youth make them tired, and the wind and snow of the four seasons make them haggard.

The chaos of the world and the rolling red dust have sharpened their delicate and soft hearts.

The traces of time are not only engraved on their faces, but also precipitated in their hearts.

At this time, they are calm, indifferent, and gentle women, and they are also the loneliest.

No one cheers for them when the flowers bloom at their best, and there is no audience when they sing the most beautifully.

But at this age, they are the ones who need bosom friends the most.

But who can really understand a thirty-year-old woman?

Who can resonate with their hearts when they are most lonely?

To coax women of this age, you need to be able to truly appreciate their beauty, that inner beauty.

You need to be able to communicate with their hearts.

Women of this age have a lot of trivialities in their lives, and they are also a little unwilling.

Most of the time, they may not fully know what their hearts really want.

Sometimes I feel that my mind is free from my body, and sometimes I still have dreams that are not flowers and fog.

It's just that there is more clarity in the dream, and it is no longer so far away.

And every time I woke up from a dream, I cried again.

Thirty-year-old woman, listening to a melodious tune,

Read a sad book,

Watching a touching movie, you will still be in tears.

Maybe they can't imagine that they are all thirty years old, and they will be so hypocritical.

But that's who they really are.

They also need love, they need someone to pity when they are tired, they need someone to accompany them when they are lonely, and they need someone to help them when they are helpless.

A woman in her thirties may be more eager to have her own spiritual space and a sky that truly belongs to her.

When they are alone, they still think crankily, still nostalgic for those unforgettable pasts, and miss several important people in their lives, including lovers when they were young.

A thirty-year-old woman, the wind and frost have eroded, and the rain and dew have dropped, but she still cares so much about the whiteness of the skirt.

A thirty-year-old woman no longer has the shyness and youthful beauty of a girl, but she has more self-confidence and practice, more maturity and tolerance.

They wander in joy, grievance, and excitement.

But he will hold the best true feelings in his hands with the best truth in his hands,

I don't want this kind of sub to be open.

I just want true love to be a kind of dedication, not a kind of selfless love that needs to be reciprocated.

Because they know that the expectations of thirty-year-old women are too high, and there are too many disappointments, and they go from enthusiasm to coldness, from hope to disappointment, from sobriety to loss. After great joy and sorrow, and great mistakes, they no longer seem to be confused.

The beautiful dream of poetry has gone with the wind.

But their hearts have gradually changed from weak to strong.

They want to have a calm style of life.

I want to keep my head level.

Maybe they shouldn't be the "kids" who don't grow up anymore.

They want to have a calm and quiet attitude towards life, so that people feel that they will always be a story that cannot be told.

But sometimes this story is sad and hard.

And those mundane details are unforgettable.

In the smoke and rain of the past, they no longer wait, no longer let themselves be lost and lonely for a mirror after a long wait.

They want to let busyness occupy everything she has, forget her worries in busyness, and let time dilute women's hearts.

But loneliness always follows us.

In a song, a movie, a book, or even a night when no one is around, they may feel the loneliness that consumes their bodies and minds.

But there is nothing to be done about it.

But in any case, women of this age are the women who are most like flowers, the women who know how to hurt people the most, the most brilliant and moving women, and even more innocent women than when they were twenty years old.

The lonely and moving prelude of the piano seems to be stepping on the lonely and moving heart of a woman of this age, and Huang Guolun's vicissitudes of life slowly burst out of the air.

All of a sudden, the lonely and brilliant smell of a woman of this age was emanated:

……

"I'm a thirty-year-old / a woman who hasn't married yet / I have a few ripples in my smiling face / next to my eyes"

"Thirty years old / Light and passion have been polished by the years / Is it the life of one person / Live faster than two people"

"I like / the gentleness peculiar to a thirty-year-old woman / I know / the loneliness in the middle of the night is unbearable"

"You said you've been busy at work for too long/Thirty years before you know it/Picky/Rotated/You choose again"

……

It seems to be plain and simple, but because of the high fit between the theme and the melody, it seems so appropriate.

The strong sense of substitution hits the heart of every woman who runs three or is about to run three, so that they are firmly grasped by this song from the first sentence of Huang Guolun's voice.

This kind of psychological sketch of a woman, which seems to be ordinary and trivial, is actually shining, and it is the essence of the creation of the eldest brother Li Zongsheng.

There is no need to interpret too much, such music and poetic profundity, but without flowery rhetoric, are worth stopping by anyone's heart.

You don't even need to have too much experience, listening to such an affectionate melody is like listening to the heartbeat of a thirty-year-old woman.

Cai Yafang cried a few days ago when she watched "Fanghua" directed by Xiao Gang, although she was not a person of that era, and she had not felt the cruelty of that era, she was still moved by this movie.

At that time, she felt that "Fanghua" should be the best movie she had seen this year, and other movies and music would no longer give her such an unpretentious spiritual baptism and shocking touch.

But now when she hears Huang Guolun's song, she has a hunch that she is about to accept another emotional baptism that hits her heart.

Every sentence sung by Huang Guolun is extremely precise and just right to her heart.

The more she listened to it, the more Cai Yafang felt that she was pierced by this familiar song.

Every pause is like a blank space in her heart.

Her lonely mood needs such a work to fill it too much, and she needs such a song too much to comfort her.

……

"I'm a thirty-year-old / A woman whose figure hasn't been out of shape / Can such a woman have a trace of innocence back then"

"But in this world/Sometimes appearance determines everything/No matter how brilliant the look/Can't bear aging"

"I hear / the sound of lonely heels and your laughter / you can / find someone to lean on"

"So after the cold winter / before the hot summer / who will give you the love like spring / after sunset / the most beautiful / time has slipped away......"

……

As the song progressed, everyone in the café was moved by Huang Guolun's singing of using time to sculpt women.

Listening to this song, a thirty-year-old woman can hear herself, a twenty-year-old woman can read the future, and a forty-year-old woman can recall the past, as if everyone can taste something from this song.

Men will not have any sense of dislocation and estrangement when they listen to this song, just like Li Zongsheng's eldest brother sang "Over the hills, although the head is white; chatter, the sorrow of time is not me" Although men and women are different, they are the same on the road of life.

Married men can read the difficulty of women and love their wives more through Huang Guolun's words and songs, and experienced but unmarried men, such as Tan Shan, can read a sour feeling from this song, and share it as a gift to his "thirty-year-old woman" while feeling nostalgic.

A little boy who has no experience and can't hear life, like Liu Xiaowei, will be conquered by this moving melody and emotional singing, because real emotions will be moved by it no matter how young or even everything.

The deep meaning of this song is worth savoring and reminiscing with all the people present.

Huang Guolun's aria at the end of the song sublimated the image of a thirty-year-old woman -

……

"Thirty-year-old woman / woman like a flower"

"A 30-year-old woman / will know how to hurt better"

"A Thirty-Year-Old Woman / What a Splendid Touch"

"A woman in her thirties / Simpler than a woman in her twenties"

……

Cai Yafang and Zhao Yan listened to such an aria, and they were almost overwhelmed by the heartfelt emotion. Although it did not bring tears to their eyes, it made them feel full of emotion when the autumn orchid was fragrant in their hearts.

Han Yue finally saw Huang Guolun's genius this time, Huang Guolun used music to depict the grace and elegance of women of their age, and the loneliness bloomed, which won her heart.

I remember the last time I listened to a pop song and was so moved, it was my eldest brother's "Hills".

After listening to "Nocturne" and then hearing this "Thirty-Year-Old Woman", Han Yue finally couldn't wear colored glasses to see Huang Guolun anymore.

Looking at Huang Guolun again this time, she also vaguely felt that this high school teacher who played the piano had an aura of genius on the top of his head.