On Sunday afternoon, it rained lightly in Hangzhou. Mr. Ma Shengguang made a pot of hot tea and sat in front of the piano, with a solemn face, and a pair of big hands slowly crawled on the keyboard.

On the piano, lying on an iPad, the video of "Walking Street" is halfway played.

He played "Aria on the G String", Fang Yan's guitar version. Ma Shengguang didn't care much about his left hand, his right hand moved quickly, and a series of notes poured out, and halfway through, clicked, and stopped.

I played a wrong note.

"Whew." Old man Ma was a little angry and started all over again.

For Mr. Ma Shengguang, no matter what kind of music, he can write the score once he listens to it, and a note will not be bad. Even if it's a bad large-scale symphony just written by a composition student, listen to it once, and you can listen to it.

He's been watching Walking Street.

It's not fun to just watch, but to play. Old Man Ma plays the violin, but he plays the piano quite well. There is a large section of "G String" that is off-mode, that is, where there is an evil spirit, and he always plays it wrong. There are 3 notes in a long sentence, and he will always play one of them wrong. In "Super Mario," it's blues, and in the middle it's an old church key, and he's playing several wrong notes in a row.

It's kind of weird.

Originally, it didn't matter if it was different, just get the meaning. Ma Shengguang just wanted to play it again at first, looking for a feeling. But he always played the wrong game, his stubborn temper came up, and he began to fight.

In the end, there was no way, he honestly picked up the score, wrote down note by note, nailed, and couldn't make a mistake. His mind was not full of melody or harmony, but strange lines that flickered in the dark. Very different motivations.

Who taught this guy?

Daughter Ma Yue didn't have dinner at home. He called and asked her to inquire about the young man, where he came from, and who the teacher was.

"What, you want to take students in again?"

"To talk is to talk." The old horse said in a low-key manner.

Old man Ma broke the routine and watched the news on the Internet. He felt that the title "wizard" was quite appropriate. This young man does not look big, he is in his 20s, less than 30. But his music style is varied, and there is no frame constraint, vertical and horizontal, exuding infinite aura.

This kid lives very freely. Old man Ma thought.

In the evening, one of Ma Shengguang's disciples came to visit, and he saw the teacher sitting in front of the piano, stretching his neck, engrossed in playing "Super Mario", and was so frightened that he leaned against the wall, thinking that the old man was crazy.

The sound of the piano suddenly changed, the crystal notes flashed, extremely light, and the old man Ma looked at the piano score, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face, like an elderly version of the Mona Lisa. He didn't laugh for a few seconds when his ring finger shook and he made a mistake again.

Old man Ma only felt a churn in his chest, and he was indescribably awkward. He smashed the keys in a rage and raced Mozart for a while before he got his breath.

The disciple hurriedly clapped his hands and applauded, and stepped forward to greet him: "Teacher, ...... you today?"

Old man Ma ignored it, he glanced at the iPad and scolded: "Good boy, are you playing with me?" ”

“……”

In the middle of the night, Ma Shengguang finally found the right feeling, like divine help, and continued to expand Fang Yan's melody, playing it into a large piece of music, with turbulent waves and endless. He felt refreshed, turned on the lamp, and lay on the table to write and create.

Truly modern music.

"Dad, you still haven't slept yet." Ma Yue leaned against the door of the study, yawned, and said in a daze. "I feel like I'm going back to when I was a kid, going to the bathroom in the middle of the night and seeing you busy with work."

"Forehead ......"

"What's wrong?"

Old man Ma took off his reading glasses, pointed to his iPad, and asked, "Yueyue, I still don't understand, you say, what does he mean by "Two Tigers"?" ”

On Sunday night, in a shopping mall on Pedestrian Street, Yuan Yuan, the owner of "Two Tigers," was terrified.

Yang Zhenyu concentrated on reading in the hut, made up for an afternoon, and gained some self-confidence. As soon as he took action, his mood was also uplifted, and suddenly his conscience found out, called his father, apologized weakly, and said that he would work hard to go to college. His parents encouraged their son and rewarded him with 1,000 yuan of pocket money.

Yang Zhenyu hung up the phone, glanced at Xia Mo, and found out again that his girlfriend was not easy, so he decided to accompany her shopping. The two of them also went to the pedestrian street, wanting to see the boss.

In the mall, four people collided.

Yuan Yuan was stimulated by the outside world and suddenly sobered up. She found that she was holding Fang Yan's hand all the way, and also grabbed his arm, only to sweat with fright, and dizzy for a while.

Let go.

She looked dazed and went into a state of death.

Xia Mo was slightly embarrassed, but Yang Zhenyu looked proud, and asked Fang Yan, who was carrying a large bag: "Master, what, should I call my sister-in-law or my sister-in-law?" ”

When Yuan Yuan heard this, he shook twice, as if he was about to faint, Xia Mo hurriedly held him and said, "Don't pay attention to him, he is neurotic." ”

The three of them took Yuan Yuan out to breathe, and Xia Mo pulled her to gossip for a long time before she eased up. The boy was carrying something and smoking in the back, Yang Zhenyu asked Fang Yan in a low voice: "I still want to interview, buddy, how did you do it?" ”

Fang Yan was silent for a long time and said, "I want to say that I don't know, do you believe it?" ”

“…… Letter. ”

The pedestrian street has completely changed.

The street is bustling and magnificent, like a grand festival. The crowd was crowded, and everyone had a smile on their faces, swaying wave after wave. There was a restless atmosphere in the air, with a spring breeze blowing with a hint of heat.

There are a lot of singing on the street.

At the entrance of the pedestrian street, there are two young men, one playing a tambourine, the other playing a guitar and singing, and a speaker microphone. sang Wang Feng's "Orphans of a Beautiful World". There was a basket on the ground with a lot of money.

50 meters apart, a boy was singing "Miss You Every Day", and a girl was squatting on the side. The case was opened, and there was also a lot of money.

……

50 meters later, there is a very professional big brother, with banners on the ground, "The Immortal Ideal of Wandering Singers", as well as a long introduction in small print, and a few newspapers, all of which are media reports on him. There were dozens of people around his stall, and he had the most money in the piano box.

He also put up a QR code sign and wrote: "Scan it, support Huaxia Music".

He sang Xu Wei's song, "Shining Moment", which killed Yang Zhenyu in seconds.

Xia Mo listened to a few words and began to take out his wallet, Yang Zhenyu hurriedly held it down: "How can you turn your elbow outward, don't fund competitors." ”

"I'm happy to ......"

Overnight, wandering singers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Fang Yan: They all understood.

The crazy retweet of "Thinking of You Every Day" has skyrocketed the popularity of Jiangdong City Pedestrian Street. Many singers took this opportunity to sing on the pedestrian street. Making money is still secondary, and if someone makes a video of themselves and posts them on the Internet, they may be able to become popular.

Every 50 meters, there is a singer, or musician, and it is evenly distributed.

A boy with dyed yellow hair leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and played the accordion, a song "Return to Sorrento", very intoxicated.

Further on...... A blind old man sat on a small horse, playing the erhu, fluttering "Erquan Reflecting the Moon".

Yang Zhenyu hung his head and felt a little awkward. Fang Yan was very happy, listening to them one by one, and "supporting Chinese music" from time to time. He changed his clothes, and no one recognized him at all.

The place where they used to sing was occupied.

Not only occupied, but there were more than 300 people surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside, crowded with people and chatting. Yang Zhenyu stretched his neck, looked over the crowd, and was startled.

The formation is really not small.

The big shiny speakers are piled up in several. Three large cameras, one of which is in orbit. A few headlights, whirring and hot, illuminate the wall as if it were daytime. A couple of assistants ran around. In front of the microphone, there stood a beautiful girl wearing a white dress, long hair in a shawl, and a guitar in her arms.

She stood where Fang Yan had stood, and she was exactly the same.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Yang Zhenyu felt weak all over his body and sighed: ", this can also work." ”