Du Xinghe wrote "Red Beans" to Fang Yajun this time, originally considering that Fang Yajun's natural voice is similar to Faye Wong, so it was sung to her as the main song, but I didn't expect such a super album to be released in the end, even if it is a super classic like "Red Bean", it can only be deigned to be a non-title song.

This song was arranged on the second song of the B disc.

B1, which is ranked before this "Red Bean", is the more tense "Comprehension", and followed by this "Red Bean" is another lingering love song "Prison Bird", which is a classic among the classics.

Seeing that Fang Yajun couldn't extricate himself from continuing to practice singing at this moment, Du Xinghe rubbed his stomach helplessly, and said, "I haven't seen you so active in my life, did you deliberately fix me?" ”

Although it was a complaining tone, if Fang Yajun wanted to practice singing, he could only sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman. In his heart, he actually really wants to see singers practice singing.

Seeing Du Xinghe sit back in front of the piano, Fang Yajun smiled sweetly like a little girl who got a lollipop, and said, "Your song "Red Beans" is so beautifully written, it was like a dream when I first listened to it. ”

Du Xinghe nodded and said: "This song is a very delicate love song that tests your singing skills, sing this song, you have to have a sense of divergence, so that the listener can listen to a very imaginative picture, but the form can not be scattered, especially the emotions contained in the middle, must be revealed naturally." You understand what I mean, right? ”

Du Xinghe had already told Fang Yajun about the background of the creation of this song before, and probably told Fang Yajun what kind of feelings should be used to sing this song. Fang Yajun herself also has a feeling, when she was okay before, she would study how to express the song by herself, so as to best reflect the emotions of the song itself, in this regard, she is an expert.

With Du Xinghe's nudge, Fang Yajun naturally understood what it meant, and said: "I understand, but I couldn't accumulate feelings before, and I couldn't do that kind of accumulation realm." Now I feel that the savings are not bad, and I want to try to challenge it. ”

Du Xinghe saw Fang Yajun's eyes flashing. Scrappy. He encouraged: "Okay, come on, I believe you can beat this song." What kind of accompaniment do you need, a little more musical. Or is it a little lighter? ”

Du Xinghe gave the choice to Fang Yajun. If Fang Yajun chooses an accompaniment with a stronger sense of musicality. Then he will use the piano accompaniment as a guide to help Fang Yajun elicit love; If Fang Yajun wanted a weaker accompaniment, then he wouldn't need the piano to guide him at all. It's all up to Fang Yajun to play by himself.

He himself is inclined to the latter kind of accompaniment, because the song "Red Bean" itself is very emotional, and the accompaniment should not steal the limelight from the singer, but should be performed by the singer to be perfect.

Fang Yajun also understood this truth, and took the initiative to choose a lighter background sound, she wanted to challenge wholeheartedly and did not need interference.

After a qiē was ready, Du Xinghe saw that Fang Yajun had enough love, so he used a string of notes that were slightly lonely in the lingering to introduce this classic song.

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I haven't felt it well yet~

Snowflakes bloom in the climate~

We tremble together~

I will better understand what gentleness is~

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I haven't held your hand yet~

Walk through the barren sand dunes~

Probably from now on~

Learn to cherish the longevity of the sky and the longevity~

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Sometimes ~ sometimes ~

I will believe that there is an end to a qiē~

It's time to get together and leave~

Nothing will last forever~

……

But I~sometimes~

I'd rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go~

Wait until the scenery is seen through~

Maybe you'll accompany me to watch the long stream~

……

I haven't put red beans for you yet~

Boiled into a lingering wound~

Then share it together~

will better understand the sorrow of lovesickness~

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I haven't felt it well yet~

The tenderness of the awake kiss~

Maybe around me~

You are the only one who pursues the freedom of solitude~

……

Sometimes ~ sometimes ~

I will believe that there is an end to a qiē~

It's time to get together and leave~

Nothing will last forever~

……

But I~sometimes~

I'd rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go~

Wait until the scenery is seen through~

Maybe you'll accompany me to watch the long stream~

……

Sometimes ~ sometimes ~

I will believe that there is an end to a qiē~

It's time to get together and leave~

Nothing will last forever~

……

But I~sometimes~

I'd rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go~

Wait until the scenery is seen through~

Maybe you'll accompany me to watch the long stream~

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"Red beans are born in the south, how many branches will be sent in spring? May you pick more, this thing is the most lovely!"

-- Wang Wei.

When interpreting this classic "Red Bean", in order to achieve the realm of dispersion and immortality, Fang Yajun himself first appeared in his mind the lingering and sympathetic picture of Xu Nuo.

Only when she herself weaves a picture for herself with her singing voice can she convey a more imaginative sense of picture to the listener.

So, intoxicated by the story led by a poet, the affectionate scenes were revealed little by little in Fang Yajun's singing.

Red beans are born in the south, how many branches are sent in spring?

The wind has embroidered beautiful clothes for you, and the rain has washed your face.

Liao Luohan sings softly for you, and the lonely goose hisses for you.

Those eternal tears, whose love, whose grievances, and whose thoughts are they?

The lush acacia trees in the mountains, cluster up the little yellow flowers, and the yellow flowers fall after the yellow flowers are lovesick beans, a little, two, three, ten million, a little bit of acacia.

So, I want to pick a handful of red beans, put them between my fingers, and watch it gently slide down into the crystal water, gently splashing a few points of acacia.

The red is dazzling, and the clear is intoxicating.

The infatuation is deeply planted.

Maybe it's not a rose, but it's been red for thousands of years, it's been beautiful for thousands of years, and it's forever solidified with the oath of the past.

Every year on the desk, plain paper and pink tears. Hanmo was speechless.

The red beans are heart-to-heart, heart-to-heart, hehe, heavily imprinted in your heart and mine, remembering the distant love.

Red beans, thousands of years ago, you were lonely and ownerless, and the fragrance was self-secreting. How far away is it? Look at the white clouds that once cast on your heart, and listen to the whispers when the bright moon shines on you. Far away, maybe not far away.

You used to be beautiful in the countryside of Maha, and you were drunk in the poems of the Tang people. You have a smile in the words of the Song people. You are drenched in lovesickness at the time of parting.

I caressed your plump posture, my fingertips passed on your gentle jade-like tenderness, my heart trembled slightly, do you remember the meeting in your previous life in this life?

I am silently lovesick here, do you know?

chewing on the entangled grievances of the three lives and three lives.

Whose eyes are blurred in the red beans?

In the past life, they met in this life. The oath is still in my ears. but it was blown away by a sudden wind. Perhaps this is why you toss and turn, wanting to welcome and reject, and there are so many disturbances in the world that you forget the covenant. You can't remember me.

Smile bitterly, leave the sorrow and annoyance, annoyed is the person with a clear heart, the swing in the wall and the outside of the wall, and the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter gradually faded away, and the amorous was ruthlessly annoyed.

Lovesickness is not asked, only for the affection, and the ruthlessness is not ethereal.

The Buddha showed the public flowers, how many people know the true meaning?

The plum blossoms are fragrant far away, Aohan opens alone, the crane is light and high, and Xiangyu is flying.

I'm willing to wait, when you remember your past life, maybe you haven't remembered it in this life, I'm willing to wait, and then when you remember it in the next life!

No matter what life I have, I will not drink that Meng Po soup.

We have to have one of us awake, even if you don't care, but I don't mind, because I know that in the red dust, you have lost your true self, and only I can evoke your true memory.

Leave a red bean and engrave it: life and life, never give up!

I'll wait for you to come back.

That is as good as ever.

Drunk and sleepy in the city that never sleeps, neon everywhere.

How to solve the worries, only Du Kang.

Tens of millions of people, I will go.

On days when you're away, wine is the best friend.

Looking at the colorful clouds outside the window, it was clearly the auspicious clouds that you stepped on lightly, I looked at it stupidly, stretched out my hand to caress it, but there was no trace.

It turned out to be vanity.

There will always be drunken gold fans in the red dust, singing and dancing.

There are no returnees every night, and there is more than one person who is drunk?

I'm drunk, but how can I sleep?

In front of you, your shadow always appears.

is accustomed to watching other people's songs and laughing at night, just because everyone in the red dust does not know the true feelings and does not know true love. It's just a matter of wind and snow, and debauchery is chic and romantic, but I don't know that the acacia red beans are soaked in distant tears to have today's bright red.

Sipping wine, little by little, drop by drop, from the depths of memory to think about you, to think about your smile, to think about your demeanor, to think of every bit of the time when you were together...... Gently leaning into his arms, he was holding the red bean.

"Life and life, never give up" The voice echoes in the clouds, the hair in the ears is gradually dyed with autumn frost, and the wine "youth geometry", I don't feel that the green silk has been white, looking back at the sunset, the lanterns are on the beginning, the east wind blooms at night and thousands of trees, you have not woken up in this life, and I am still here waiting for you in the next life.

There is a lot of abuse in the wine glass.

The bright moon sends acacia for thousands of miles, the ice wheel often turns, the jade rabbit is smoking, and the sleeves are you?

Toast to the moon, the moon is silent. Bow down and invite flowers, flowers are silent.

It's just that, although it's tasteless to drink alone, let's drink it alone.

Pushed thousands of cups, the cups were filled with my infatuation, between the west wind of Liying, the yellow flowers were cold for a thousand years, and the moon was cold for thousands of years. Between heaven and earth, who is the infinite style? Spare a hundred years of solitude.

Nanshan Taogong old brew, under my east fence, pay for the flowing water.

Suwu sheep in the north, under my eastern slope, are delicious.

The entrance is bitter.

Leaving sorrow and no one to rely on, I look back and seek up and down. With his head bowed and his cup sleeved, he drank the endless goodbyes of the past life and the present life. Your shadow may be seen in the glass. I muttered to myself. The mellow jade liquid elixir is clear and connoisseurship. Gaze, is it really you? Is that you?? Asked repeatedly, the cup was drunk, it was drunk, it fell lightly to the ground, the broken sound was accompanied by fatigue, and the wine went into the mud and disappeared. You're gone. I took the case and pushed it away.

Where are you??

The amorous style is indiscriminate, and the intoxicating red face of the ages is revealed.

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The more I think about it, the more drunk I get, and the more I sing, the more moving it becomes.

Fang Yajun's singing voice was like a few drops of warm wine, and Du Xinghe, who was accompanying him, was fascinated. (To be continued......)