There were almost 100 people in the nameless tavern, but only a few of Lao Liu, Xiao Mu, and Fang Yan really heard the old man sing well. Most of the audience thought that he sang well, and he had two hits, but he didn't think it was very good.

The old man smiled, plucked the strings lightly, played a short bar, and immediately began to sing: "The old dream is vague, the past is blurred, and the spring flowers and autumn moon ~~~~"

The audience was stunned for a moment, then laughed and applauded.

The tiger was startled, stared at it and asked, "This, is this "The Legend of Zhen Huan"?" ”

"Uh." Fang Yan is also going crazy.

Xiao Mu covered his eyes and listened very embarrassedly, the whole person was not good.

Before Fang Yan was imprisoned, it was when "The Legend of Zhen Huan" was on the air. The peasant old man sang the ending song "Phoenix Flying". This song is very remarkable, written by Liu Huan, a university music professor and famous singer.

How about the lyrics of "Phoenix Flying", it's really not easy to evaluate. But the melody and harmony are simply frantically complex. The song is just over 2 minutes long, the first half is in E minor, transitions in E major, moves up to A minor in the chorus, and finally turns back to E minor.

Its melody is very strange, it is basically a "pentatonic mode", that is, it is based on the Chinese pentatonic scale, and the melody is very unstable, turning around, but it has never fallen.

"Phoenix Flying" is very difficult to sing, because the tone is too complicated, the sentences are twisted and crooked, and there are many strange semitones. Moreover, even if you sing the right note, it doesn't mean much, and muttering can easily turn into chanting.

Don't underestimate this song. It is extremely difficult, it tests the level of composition, it is both gorgeous and foreign. However, it doesn't have to be a good song.

The old man was halfway through the song, forgetting the words, and began to sing indiscriminately, fooling around where he had forgotten the words, but every note was accurate...... Fang Yan was engrossed, and found that there were a few notes that he deliberately did not sing accurately, and they deviated a little bit, but they were better.

Powerful pitch, too sharp.

A semitone is divided into 100 equal parts, called 1 cent, which is the smallest unit. This old man seems to be able to accurately grasp every note, against the sky.

After the old man's "Phoenix Flying" was sung, he looked intoxicated. The audience applauded vigorously. Most people don't know what's good, but it's good.

"What's that, oh, still singing...... Then I'll have another one. The old man laughed and sang again.

"O man who loves spring, he is a man of pure heart, like a violet flower, he is my friend......"

This song is called "Song of the Four Seasons", the melody is simple, the lyrics are excellent, and the author is Yuyo Araki. He was born in China during World War II and is a famous musician and lyricist, Teresa Teng's "I Only Care About You" and "Lover" are his original works.

It is said that he was injured in skiing once, and the little nurses in the hospital were very kind to him, so Yuyo Araki wrote this song to thank them.

"Song of the Four Seasons" is a simple ballad, using the four seasons of the year, as a metaphor for four dear people: friends, fathers, lovers, and mothers. For some reason in history, it is extremely well-known in China.

The old man's first two songs, the meaning of showing off skills is obvious, but when he came to this one, he took it back all at once, very plain, a bit of a return to the basics, and only sang for one minute.

"Thank you, all of you. Still let me sing? Hehe, it's just three things, I need to take a break. The old man was happy, looking left and right, wanting to pull out the string on the guitar, but he didn't dare to use force, Fang Yan hurriedly took the piano.

There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people.

The first time Fang Yan saw someone who sang better than himself, he was completely shocked. The old man lifts weights lightly, brings a song at his fingertips, hums a few sentences casually, and is better than himself.

There is no reason to talk about it.

He thought that this was what the Nobel Prize god Ni Hongyuan said, "The simplest tone requires the most arduous practice." Myself, it's far from it.

"Uncle, slow down." He was going to support the old man.

"No, no, I'm not old yet." The old man gently shook off Fang Yan's arm, got off the stool by himself, and walked slowly and leisurely, like an old naughty boy. "What's your name, little friend?"

"Fang Yan."

"My name is Ma Shengguang, call me Lao Ma." He said, his eyes full of smiles.

"Uncle Ma."

"Well, it's done." Ma Shengguang agreed, and pulled a woman in her 30s with a noble temperament next to him and introduced. "This is my daughter, Ma Yue, you call my sister."

"Sister Ma is good."

Ma Yue said hello to Fang Yan, and secretly laughed in his heart that his father was crazy.

"Teacher Ma, you drink." Xiao Mu didn't wait for Lao Liu's instructions, took the initiative to pour a glass of Wizard Solo, and gave it to Ma Shengguang respectfully.

"Okay, thank you, little friend. It's delicious, how much does this cost? ”

"Free ......"

Before, Ma Shengguang listened to Fang Yan's guitar on the pedestrian street, and was so inspired that he wrote 4 piano pieces in one go, and he always wanted to get to know him. The video of Fang Yan in the gymnasium Solo spread wildly, and Old Man Ma couldn't sit still, so he ran to Jiangdong in person and went to the nameless tavern to find Fang Yan.

Lao Liu felt that the name Ma Shengguang was familiar, but he couldn't remember it, so he asked the old man to sit down, stood aside and took out his mobile phone to search. On the stage, Yu Haiyang held the guitar and wanted to sing, but when he saw the situation, he shut up and stopped singing.

"You sing so ...... Good. Fang Yan took a long time before he spoke. Except for a good word, he couldn't describe Old Man Ma's singing.

"Hey, it's far off." Ma Shengguang put away his naughty appearance and became very serious. "If you listen to it a lot, you can sing two lines at most. Kids, how about coming with me to the hotel? ”

“……”

These words came out of the old man's mouth, which was very strange. Fang Yan nodded. He saw Yuan Yuan bowing her head and wiping the table, looking unhappy, so he asked her, "Why don't you go with me?" Uncle Ma, is it done? ”

"Good, good. The more people, the more fun. ”

“……”

Lao Liu looked at the old man and compared the photos on his mobile phone, he couldn't be wrong.

Violin master, world-renowned musician, educator, and former president of Huaxia Conservatory of Music, dressed as a peasant, went to his tavern to play the guitar and sing "The Legend of Zhen Huan". Who would dare to believe it?

He ran up to the second floor to get a camera, and took pictures and photos with the old man.

He wants to hang the group photo on the wall and use it at home.

Ma Shengguang lived in the hotel of Dawn University, which was also Su Su's alma mater, and Fang Yan had been there the day after he arrived in Jiangdong.

In the rest area on the first floor of the hotel, Old Man Ma and Ma Yue sat on one side, and Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan sat on the other side. Ma Shengguang was very curious about Fang Yan's experience of learning music, and Fang Yan told it honestly.

"That's right." Old man Ma was stunned.

Yuan Yuan felt sad in her heart, looked at Fang Yan in a daze, and tears poured down her eyes.

"It's okay, if I don't go to jail, where will I have time to play, right?" Fang Yan patted the back of Yuan Yuan's hand.

Ma Shengguang had already seen that Fang Yan had no formal training, but he never imagined that he actually learned music in prison. He took a big sip of tea, looked at Fang Yan with burning eyes, and asked with a solemn face: "I just want to ask you one question now, Fang Yan, what do you really want?" ”

"What do you want?" Fang Yan hadn't seriously thought about this question, and couldn't answer it for a while.

"I guess. Are you going to make a lot of money? ”

"Yes."

"Also, you're going to make music?"

"Yes."

Ma Shengguang asked: "If you can only choose one choice to make money and music, what will you do?" ”

"Make music."

"Why?"

"......" Fang Yan didn't think about why, he felt that this was a natural thing. He loves music. He felt that Ma Shengguang was singing in the nameless tavern to show himself the power of music and point out his own shortcomings.

"Children, many people love music. But that's a hobby, not a career. Why do you want to make music? ”

Fang Yan hesitated, a vague thought in his heart suddenly became clear, but he couldn't say it in public. He slurred, "Can you ......"

"Hehe, I'll come here." Old man Ma was very curious and leaned over.

Fang Yan whispered a word.

“……”

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Ma Shengguang gave his address in Hangzhou, and asked Fang Yan to come to play, chat, and eat some food when he was free on the weekend. Now the high-speed rail is very convenient, it will arrive in more than an hour. He will take the high-speed train back to Hangzhou tomorrow morning, and he doesn't need to be sent by Fang Yan. He got together with his old friends and took the school bus to the station.

Brand new doors opened.

Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan said goodbye and left, and Old Man Ma stood at the door of the hotel, looking at their backs as they walked away. Daughter Ma Yue couldn't hold back and asked her father what Fang Yan said.

"A very strange sentence...... He said: Music has saved me, and I want to give back to music. Ma Shengguang said, a little confused. Music is not a person, how can it need to be reciprocated?

"Save?"

"This kid, there are some things that have not been said."

"What do you mean?"

Old man Ma said: "I guess something must have happened in prison. ”