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Having made up his mind, he said incomprehensibly, "Send me the tune first." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

As soon as Fanyin'er saw that there was a play, she immediately turned on her mobile phone to play the song she had recorded.

Lai Hao listened carefully to the first time, and then listened to it for the second time, feeling that the melody was good, and there was a little melancholy, he said with a straight face: "I will only write lyrics with positive energy, your song is too sad." ”

"No, the first half of this song is sad, and the second half is still very positive." Fanyiner said: "I watched a Thai movie "The Little Thing of First Love" before, and I was so moved at that time that I wrote this song, which is tentatively named "First Love". Brother Xiaohao, first love is also very beautiful, you write the lyrics in a beautiful direction, I believe in your ability. ”

"First love?"

Lai Hao was stunned for a moment and remembered Luo Xue.

"Well, it's first love!" Fanyin'er nodded cutely, a blush suddenly flashed on her little face, and she said a little shyly: "Brother Xiaohao, although I haven't had my first love yet, this song is written for my future first love, and the melody in it contains my feelings for him." Can you just break out again and help me finish this song? ”

"Okay, I'll leave it to you in a few days."

Lai Hao looked back on his first love, and he felt a little bit.

To say that he had to write other lyrics, he lacked experience.

As for his first love, he is not only experienced, but also unforgettable.

"In a few days? Brother Xiaohao, didn't you write it right away? Fanyin'er said curiously.

"Eldest sister, how can I write it out immediately every time?" Lai Hao smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Okay, work slowly, I'm sure you'll be able to write the best lyrics!" Fanyin'er has a kind of mysterious trust in Brother Xiaohao.

"Stop slapping me on the back, let's go, go to work."

Lai Hao went to the bar and was startled by the sudden bustle in the bar.

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There was a strange group of guests at the flying bar tonight, about forty or fifty, all relatively young, all waving glow sticks, and some of them were holding signs that read: Fanyin'er, we will always support you.

Many regular customers were also shocked and couldn't understand what the situation was.

"Fans, please come here, the sound will come out soon." Brother Dahao stood on the small stage and made a cameo DJ, guided the fans to stand in line, and then answered the doubts in the hearts of old customers: "Let me tell you a good news, Miss Yin'er participated in the online original song contest with a song "Dream Mother" and achieved the top ten results. There is a QR code printed on everyone's table, please scan this QR code with WeChat to vote for Yin'er, thank you. ”

"Yin'er is so good?"

"I'll just say that Yin'er has a future."

""Dream Mom"? The title of the song is so dirty, do you dare to have some pop songs? ”

"I'm Ciao, were you born by your mother, can you say this kind of thing?"

Many regular customers disagreed and quarreled.

Especially those female guests, the attitude is quite discordant.

"Boss Yan, you're not kind, what kind of moth are you going to do?"

"I feel like there's a routine, you won't fool us into helping you swipe the tickets, right?"

"That's it, my sister came to see Brother Xiaohao, and I'm not interested in Yin'er."

In a group of complaints, Brother Da Hao held the scene: "You beauties are angry, I forgot to tell you that this song is composed by Yin'er, and Brother Xiao Hao writes the lyrics, please give me a lot of face." ”

"Brother Xiao Hao can compose lyrics?"

"Wow, our brother Xiaohao is so talented!"

"Since it was written by Brother Xiaohao, the old lady will give face."

"Boss Yan, don't talk nonsense, let Yin'er come out and sing."

"Yes, if you sing well, we'll vote."

The guests finally became interested and strongly demanded that Fanyin'er appear.

Sister Fang, who was sitting at the bar, was very nervous, she hadn't heard the song on the Internet, and her daughter asked her to come to the scene. At this moment, seeing the reaction of the guests, Sister Fang pinched a handful of sweat for her daughter, for fear that her baby daughter would be bombarded in the middle of singing.

Xia Jingjing, who was sitting next to Sister Fang, looked at Lai Hao in surprise: "Little master, do you still know how to write songs?" ”

"A little." After Lai Hao said these three words, he turned around and went busily.

Mr. Xia gradually got used to the coldness of the chef, and turned his head to look at Fanyin'er who walked on the stage.

She is going to listen to this song carefully, find out the shortcomings, and complain about the little master.

There is a wooden chair on the stage, on which Fanyin'er sits, giving people a feeling of literary freshness, holding the guitar and playing a moving melody, and then singing: "Mom, I dreamed that I grew up, and your sideburns were white." I'm so sad all of a sudden, and I want to say something to you......"

It's a very narrative song, and the opening is like telling a story.

There was silence in the bar, and everyone wanted to hear the story.

Fanyin'er's singing voice is very soft and graceful, as if the little girl is telling her heart: "You were also young in your dream, you smiled, holding me in swaddling clothes." You were sad in your dreams, you wept, and you didn't see me awake......"

In this highly picturesque singing, Fanyin'er further depicts the story of childhood: "Mom, that red bicycle was left on a hillside in the suburbs by me. Mom, the blue sweater you knitted for me was thrown into the river by the street. Mom, I also broke the TV at home, and I haven't had time to tell you that I was wrong......"

After this almost confessional self-statement, Sanskrit enters the chorus: "Mom, I dreamed that I was out of school, and you stood at the school gate and smiled at me, like you had been waiting for me there, like you had never left. ”

The simple lyrics, the sound is very contagious, and it makes people cry: "Mom, I dreamed that I came home, and you stood at the door of the house and smiled at me, like you had been waiting for me there, like you never left." ”

Hearing this, Sister Fang suddenly lay on the bar, her shoulders twitching.

When Sanskrit Yin'er sang the second part, Sister Fang couldn't cry anymore.

At the end of the song, there was silence in the bar.

After about 10 seconds, the audience suddenly boiled.

"Nima, my eyes are moist, and I can't help but burst into tears."

"Good song, I want to vote for Yin'er!"

"What is voting, my brother has transferred to the circle of friends and called on everyone to vote together."

"I also forwarded it, a good song must be topped!"

"Brothers, I'll go out for a while, I need to call my mother."

"I don't drink anymore, go home and accompany my mother!"

"Woo woo woo, it's so touching, I'm going to buy some supper and bring it back to my mother."

“…………”

A group of guests who drank alcohol were very emotional, and some of them really went home to accompany their mother.

Lai Hao looked at those who left enviously, at least they all had a home and a mother.

And himself, when he misses his mother, the only place he can go is the hospital.

"Little master, when the weather is cooler, I will come to you."

Xia Jingjing suddenly stood up, said this sentence inexplicably, and turned to leave the bar.

She called a taxi, sat in the car, and pulled out a palm-sized pocket photo frame from her bag.

In the photo, there is a middle-aged woman with a beautiful face, and a girl of sixteen or seventeen.

This is the last photo of Xia Jingjing and her mother, who died of illness when she was seventeen years old.

After getting out of the car, Xia Jingjing walked to the door of the house, looking a little dazed.

When she was as old as in the photo, her mother would always stand here waiting for her.

More than ten years have passed, every time she stands at the door of the house, she will always subconsciously wander for a few seconds, just like the song sings: Mom, I dreamed that I came home, and you stood at the door of the house and smiled at me, just like you have been waiting for me there, like you have never left. (To be continued.) )