Ren Feifei stood on the stage.

Rehearsal only.

The lights weren't fully set up, there was no audience in the audience, and the staff were busy walking around, only occasionally glancing at her.

Enough, enough.

Even if no one pays attention, as long as you know that the song you sing is recognized, as long as you know that Zhou Lin is standing behind you, it is enough.

Many images flashed back to her mind in an instant.

She has been following the rules since she was a child, listening to her parents, and she is also beautiful, and when she goes out with her mother, many people will smile and touch her head and praise her, saying that she will definitely grow into a very beautiful girl in the future.

She used to like singing when she was in middle school, and she also studied the electronic piano for a while, but her studies were too heavy, and she gave up after practicing for two semesters. Fortunately, she still remembers a little, and now she can use it when arranging music.

In high school, she often received love letters. She also occasionally peeks at romance novels, occasionally watches idol dramas, and occasionally fantasizes about whether she can meet a prince charming one day and have a vigorous love. But she tore up all those love letters, and she didn't even have the courage to open them. She studied hard, and she didn't even remember a few happy experiences in high school, so she was admitted to college in a daze.

When I was in college, the teachers' college was almost all girls, and it was too difficult to get to know a boy. She was too shy to participate in the dormitory and other school associations. It wasn't until a chance encounter in her sophomore year that she joined the music club and met the handsome senior.

She vaguely remembered that she used to like that senior very much, and secretly wrote the senior's name in her diary. I was fascinated by the senior's playing and singing, and secretly learned the guitar to learn to sing, and my fingers popped out of the cocoon because of playing the guitar.

Some of the memories are no longer clear, and she once thought she was so in love with her seniors. He will always be remembered for the rest of his life. But standing on the stage, Ren Feifei suddenly found that she couldn't remember the senior anymore.

She only remembers crying very sadly that time, because she saw the intimacy between her senior and his girlfriend. Since then, she has stopped playing guitar and singing.

Then she graduated, she became a teacher, dressed dignified every day and stood straight and unsmiling, only occasionally watching the young students in the audience from the podium, and occasionally giving birth to a nostalgia for how her youth was lost before she had time to spend it.

And after that. She was inexplicably seduced by Zhou Lin to miss the music, not so much that it was nostalgia for music, but that it was nostalgia for the fiery and madness that she once had. It's better to say that it's missing her little tail of youth, it's better to say that it's her dying struggle for all kinds of impossibilities and possibilities in life!

She smiled slightly, just as a beam of light hit her.

She was wearing a white shirt, the kind of more than 100 yuan in the mall. Very ordinary. Because the shirt is a little loose. The hem is tied with a butterfly knot at random, and it looks like a white butterfly fluttering around the waist.

She wore jeans, branded, and spent more than 300 yuan.

She stepped on a pair of flat canvas shoes for 169 yuan.

She tied her ponytail with a leather band.

She walks down the street and will be ordinary.

She stands on the podium and will be regarded as a goddess by the students.

And when she stood on the stage, when the light shone on her, that moment. Radiant!

Radiance, Wanzhang!

It was as if an endless stream of light had been released from her. Flashing, transparent, unscrupulous, vibrant.

Ren Feifei smiled, lowered her head, and took a deep breath.

At this time, the prelude sounds.

In the previous life, the arrangement of "Blue and White Porcelain" has reached the peak of Chinese style songs.

In terms of artistic conception, "Blue and White Porcelain" is like taking a canopy boat in the hazy Jiangnan water town in April in the world, listening to the ticking sound of raindrops falling on the canopy. Looking out of the canopy, I caught a glimpse of a white skirt flying in the other boat beyond the rain curtain.

In terms of words and sentences, the words and words of "Blue and White Porcelain" are full of charm, like a graceful lady sitting in front of the window, threading needles and threads on a small silk fan, copying a plain paper. Suddenly, her needle stopped, looked out the window, the spring breeze was ten miles, the peach blossoms were blooming, and a heart couldn't help but fly over the red brick wall and drift into the distance.

On the tune, "Blue and White Porcelain" responds to the sentence "The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream", which seems to be quiet, but in fact it is undulating. When the melody is soothing, it is like the bright moonlight that bends on the pine forest, silvery white and translucent, and when the melody is melodious, it is like a stream flowing quietly among the gravel, cold and jumping, winding and turning.

This song "Blue and White Porcelain" was known as the masterpiece of Chinese style music in the previous life, and it may not be as shocking as when "East Wind Break" first came out, but the words and phrases of the song are beautifully combined, just like its name, it is just like the beautiful and moving celadon masterpiece of the national treasure.

The blue and white porcelain that washes away the lead, the simple and elegant blue and white porcelain, the fresh and smooth blue and white porcelain, under the plucking of the guzheng, the crispness of the tooth plate, the murmur of the pipa, and the whimper of the flute, are extraordinarily moving, elegant and calm.

In the first fifteen years of the early 21st century, there was no better combination in the Chinese pop music industry than Jay Chou and Fang Wenshan.

They use words full of charm and ancient tunes with modern pop styles, which greatly promotes the role of Chinese style in pop music.

In the past life, Ren Feifei's singing voice is more tender and simple than Jay Chou, and the female voice has a faint hint of Jiangnan opera flavor in the sharpness, which perfectly matches the artistic conception and style of this song.

Musicians such as Li Hong and Liu Song were also stunned.

When they first saw the score, they were blown away by the lyrics.

The exquisite songs, the beautiful style, the meticulous arrangement, every note is like a work of art, even these fastidious veterans in the music industry can't find any fault!

And at this moment, as soon as Ren Feifei's singing came out, they almost messed up the beat.

"Beautiful!"

"Sounds good!"

"This girl is amazing!"

In their minds, a bunch of adjectives popped up in an instant.

Only one person is as calm as ever.

He had seen Ren Feifei as an English teacher.

He has also seen Ren Feifei confused at the crossroads of life.

He has seen many smiles from Ren Feifei, and he has also experienced a lot of crying from Ren Feifei.

He has been standing behind him, encouraging Ren Feifei to move forward, and he is also the first to see Ren Feifei's potential and feel that she is qualified to stand on the stage of the Chinese music scene.

Zhou Lin stood silently behind Ren Feifei, his fingers skillfully jumping on the strings of the guitar.

In those gloomy times in his previous life, he relied on the guitar and Xiao Xiao to get out of the sea of suffering.

In this life, he looked at the dazzling Ren Feifei in the center of the stage, as if he had returned to those flying years.

That's the power of music. (To be continued.) )