"Every heart is somewhere

There's always a memory that lingers

Somewhere late every night

There is always the deepest thought

The world is changing

Love divides sentient beings into two ends

If the heart knows the direction of the spirit

Even if you can't be with each other day and night

.................……………….”

The singing voice is clear, like the moonlight in the dark night, soft and delicate, but it seems to have a faint sadness and sentimentality, like an endless heart song, waiting for people to greet and be gentle.

Tyumen Hao listened to Maggie's singing, the people in front of him, the things in his heart, all of them were yesterday's yellow flowers.

Spring is over.

The wounds are gone.

Talent is maturing.

This song is called "Moonlight in the City", and it is a song sung by a woman named Xu Meijing in the world where he once lived.

This woman who is as easily frightened as a bird has a natural singing voice, but her love road is rugged and bumpy, and even her career is full of twists and turns, and in the end, her talent finally fell silent and annihilated in the rolling red dust.

Every time Qiu Minghao hums the song "Moonlight in the City", he feels that there will always be such a god-like woman in this world, singing her own songs, but she can always touch the hearts of others. The years are like wine, but after drinking, it will not be the same as before, when the familiar melody resumes, everything is still so clear. The years are blurred, only those inconsequential traces and renderings, but the lines that make up memories are deep and clear, as sharp as an axe and a knife. What is the most indestructible thing in the world? Emotions, of course.

It's just that Xu Meijing, who once sang "Moonlight in the City" with full of emotion and heart, finally fell in her relationship like every ordinary woman, and was confused by the empty promises made by the man who returned to tomorrow today, watching in the indefinite waiting, and crazy in the faint watch. At that time, she was also the idol of thousands of people's dreams, dreaming of others in other people's dreams, but she didn't think that she was ignorant after all. The years destroy faces, youth, and money, and finally end up like the resentful woman who pulled at his clothes and cried when she saw a man passing by, and asked in a poignant voice if you had ever seen her.

The deepest thinking can't be exchanged for the "let happiness be sprinkled all over the night" that the Iraqi people expect.

Yes, the changes in the city and passers-by have long been destined to reunite and just pass by. In fact, everyone understands, but when it comes to their own heads, they are just confused after all.

Just like Maggie, just like Geo.

Even like Tyumen himself.

"How's it going, Minghao?"

After Maggie finished singing, he looked at Qiu Minghao, who had been silent in front of him, and asked.

"It's a good song, but-"

Tyumen Hao looked at Maggie and paused.

"If you have something to say, you don't have to be hypocritical with me. ”

Maggie laughed.

"Well, but without the ethereal inspiration I imagined, your emotional projection is a little thicker. Can you see what I mean?"

Tyumen Hao looked at Maggie and tried to explain.

"You mean to say that I'm expressing too much emotion. ”

Maggie looked at Tyumeho's careful wording and felt amused.

"Yes, not entirely. ”

Tyumen scratched his head.

"What the hell is going on? ”

Maggie was also confused by Tyumenho.

That is to say, of course, the emotions need to be full, but this song needs to show melancholy and sadness, it is not pure sadness, but sadness but not sadness, faint, like a breeze, containing hope, but also knowing that everything cannot be forced, so it will not be too indulged in the sadness that cannot be asked. There should be a faint open-mindedness. It's like Zen, a sense of transparency. ”

Tyumyo tried to explain more clearly, but found that the language was sometimes very pale.

"Well, I understand, you don't have to explain, I'll sing it again, you listen. ”

Maggie looked at the anxious Qiu Minghao and said with a smile.

"Good. ”

Qiu Minghao was also a little embarrassed, he couldn't imagine that he also had a time when he was short of words.

Maggie readjusted her emotions, closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and experienced the feeling described by Qiu Minghao, for Qiu Minghao's opinion, of course, she valued it the most, this song, she herself felt that the performance just now was a bit unsatisfactory, it was indeed ethereal and insufficient, and the emotional projection was too thick.

"In every heart, in a certain place, there is always a memory that lingers, and every late night, in a certain place, there is always the deepest thought............."

Maggie felt as if they were written for her, and she knew that Tyumeihao understood her, so the lyrics of each song could fit her mood so well, her story, and even, her life.

"Now, does it feel right?"

As soon as the song was finished, Maggie looked at Tyumen Ho with a blank eye, eagerly asking for his opinion.

"Hmm. It was perfect. ”

This is the feeling he wants, this is the feeling that the woman named Xu Meijing sings. Qiu Minghao smiled with satisfaction. Thumbs up to Maggie.

"Thanks, Minghao. ”

Maggie laughed innocently and playfully.

"Great, Maggie, I don't think I really understood it just now, how did you understand?"

Qiu Minghao laughed at himself.

"Because, because, the heart has a soul. ”

Maggie struggled to use an idiom.

"No, you're a roundworm in my stomach. ”

Tyumen Hao deliberately disgusted Maggie a handful.

"Roundworms are roundworms, and the meaning is the same anyway. ”

Maggie wasn't impressed.

"You're big now, Maggie. ”

Tyumen Hao looked at Maggie and noticed that she had changed a lot.

"Okay, Minghao, let's go back early, I'll give this song to Ngawang tomorrow afternoon, get it done early, I'm going to the recording studio." ”

Maggie can't wait now, and she feels flawless for every song Tyumen Hao writes, as if it was custom-made for her.

Well, he's just a roundworm in her stomach. Maggie laughed inwardly.

"Maggie, don't worry, I'll write the lyrics in Cantonese tomorrow and give them to you together, and when I record them, the two versions will be recorded together. ”

Tyumeiho is used to Maggie's fire, but this time Maggie's comeback album is a mixed Chinese Cantonese album, so he has to fill in the Cantonese version of the lyrics for each song.

"God, Minghao, I'm speechless about your talent!"

Maggie has become accustomed to the regular genius of Tyumen Ho.

"The recording studio is so expensive, it's more cost-effective to record two songs at a time. ”

Qiu Minghao said his true intentions.

"Hahaha, Minghao, you really make people speechless sometimes!"

Maggie gave him a blank look, but at the bottom of her heart she was overjoyed.

"Why, thrift is a virtue. ”

Tyumen Hao himself laughed.

"By the way, Ming Hao, Director Bai Yifan told me at night that Xia Hou Zhi's new song MV needs some student actors, and asked if you can find some students from the acting department of the film academy, she thinks that the students of the acting department are the most perfect, they are not only students, but also can perform, and it will be more natural to interpret that song. ”

When the two of them walked to the door of Xianyun Bar, Maggie suddenly remembered this incident and said to Qiu Minghao.

"Okay, no problem, the actor of the MV, Xiahou Zhi, said that he played it himself. ”

Tyumen Hao remembered Xiahou Zhi's phone call a few days ago.

"He plays it himself?"

Maggie also found it interesting.

"Yes, you forgot, his major is acting, not singing. ”

Tyumen Hao reminded.

"Hah, that's great!"

Maggie laughed.

"That's right, he plays it himself, and he can save the money to find an actor. ”

Tyumen Hao found himself now so vulgar.

"Hahaha, Minghao, I found that you have really become like a capitalist now!"

Maggie couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you feel like you're all being exploited by me?"

Tyumen Hao himself laughed.

"But we are happy to be exploited by you, my comrade capitalist!"

Maggie walked past Tyumenho, took his hand, and walked out of the bar together. The night wind blew their shadows, as deep and beautiful as the night.