Ji Qianbo heard Jian Sangyu's voice say lightly, "I have always felt that music should have a soul, and I have already lost this soul, I think I should never be able to play the music before, nor can I sing the feelings in my heart before." ”

Ji Qianbo was really surprised, and Jian Sangyu's answer turned out to be like this.

"What do you think is the soul of music?" Ji Qianbo asked.

"It's pure, not mixed with a lot of purposes that even I'm ashamed to talk about." Jian Sangyu gently turned the cup in his hand, and his voice seemed to be a little hollow, "Music should also be noble, but I, long ago, left behind the purity and enthusiasm that should have been." ”

"I tried hard, I tried my best to perform it, at first, it was really because I loved it purely, but then it wasn't." Jian Sangyu smiled self-deprecatingly when she said this, and then sat there quietly without speaking again.

"You've surprised me." Ji Qianbo's expression was also as he said, very surprised.

"I was surprised, too." The little teacher shook his head, "You are still so young, it seems that you have fallen into the predicament that those old-timers who have been dealing with music for half your life will fall into, when I was your age, I only had enthusiasm for music, or that kind of wanton enthusiasm, just like your half-nursery rhyme, happy, any song can be changed, and it can be changed according to what you like." ”

"You're like someone who can't get out of a dry well with your head up and can't get out, and you're trapped in it." Ji Qianbo smiled lightly, "I agree with what you said that music should be passionate and pure, but I don't agree with the kind of enthusiasm and purity you said, and you are also wrong about it, noble?" In this world, there are very few things that match this word, including music. ”

"Actually, it's you who is really pure." The little teacher sighed, "Your temperament is in this circle, I don't know whether to say it is good or bad." ”

"Nothing is absolutely good or bad." Ji Qianbo took the words of the little teacher, and then said to Jian Sangyu: "The purity of music is not reflected in the so-called nobility, each of us does everything with a purpose, in fact, this is very normal, just like I am sitting here with you and chatting today, my purpose is to know you, and I also want to try to persuade you." ”

Jian Sangyu shook her head lightly and answered in a small voice, "It's different." ”

"I am engaged in music, in addition to love, but also purposeful." Ji Qianbo took himself as an example to Jian Sangyu, "Those who say that I am indifferent to Mingzhi, in fact, I feel a little ridiculous when I see it myself, I am engaged in music, in addition to what I like, but also because music can bring me financial income and glory in reputation, I do the music I like, and by the way, I also let myself gain fame and fortune, I don't realize that I have insulted my music." ”

Jian Sangyu looked at Ji Qianbo with some consternation, she had to admit that she sat down here and listened to Ji Qianbo talk to her so much, as if she was beginning to get to know Ji Qianbo again.

In the past, everyone who talked about Ji Qianbo said that his music was very pure, because his heart did not have too many interests and purposes, and his music, born from the heart, was expressed, and his personal emotions and styles were conveyed.

And now, Ji Qianbo himself sat in front of her and told her seriously that even he felt ridiculous when he looked at those reports.