But when I hear your tone, I don't look like I feel sorry. Yang Rushui directly debunked, he is not a fool, what is the tone of others, how can he not hear it. Duan Meng had already worked hard to show a regretful look just now, but it was this kind of effort that made it even more deliberate.

Duan Meng scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then smiled innocently, "Hehe, in fact, there are a little regrets, but not as regretful as you imagined." After all, I was also a little bit of something else at the time, and then your concert, I listened to the beginning......"

"Didn't you say you lost your ticket? How can you still hear the beginning? Yang Rushui instantly discovered the loophole in her words, and then continued to express everything she wanted to express without any intention of concealing it.

Duan Meng secretly scolded Yang Jinshui in his heart, but on the surface, he was still calm, smiling hard, trying hard not to scold, "Wasn't this a special situation at that time, it may have been after I listened to it a little at the beginning, and then when I came out, I lost the ticket, anyway...... Oops, anyway, I just didn't hear it in the end. ”

"Maybe you don't know that those who can't lie actually have one thing in common, that is, when they want to lie or have begun to lie, they will become unscrupulous, and they will subconsciously want to say a lot of things, but those words are not logical, and they can't express it clearly." Saying that, Yang Rushui leaned closer to Duan Meng slightly, "Guess if you were in such a state just now." ”

In fact, it was already obvious that Duan Meng was lying just now, just trying to say something to hide his emotions, but he didn't know how to express it in a panic, and after saying a lot of nonsense, he found that his words couldn't be explained at all, and he didn't have the ability to defend himself at all.

"Well, I just didn't tell me the truth."

"So, you actually went to my concert, and then at the beginning you thought I didn't play well, so you just left, is that what you mean?" Yang Rushui combined everything Duan Meng said earlier, and also added a little guess of his own, directly piecing together the entire development process of the story.

Duan Meng's eyes widened, she looked at Yang Rushui beside her in disbelief, she didn't plan to say this, but she didn't expect the other party to guess the things she wanted to hide. Indeed, she did not finish the concert, and there was no such thing as losing her ticket.

The reason why I didn't finish listening to this concert was indeed guessed by Yang Rushui, Duan Meng really felt that the repertoire performed at that concert was not very good. Of course, this so-called not very good, in fact, has nothing to do with Yang Rushui's music skills, she just feels that the world brought to her by those tunes is not as pure as before.

Even, to put it more seriously, those tunes didn't bring her into his world at all, Duan Meng listened to the music at that concert, as if he was listening to a melody without emotion as a spectator, the kind of auditory feeling without musical resonance disappointed Duan Meng, so he couldn't even hold on to it until he finished the whole concert and left directly.

And the process of this matter, she originally thought that she wanted to hide it, at least she shouldn't have expressed it so bluntly, but she didn't expect that Yang Rushui would know about it in the end, what else could Duan Meng do? The other party had already guessed, so she could only admit, "Okay, I did go to that concert, and I did think there was no music for me to listen to, so I left." ”

Yang Rushui raised his eyebrows, he has been playing the guzheng for so many years, and this is the first time that the audience has told him that his music is not good, which made Yang Rushui interested, "In my impression, I shouldn't have made any mistakes in any concert." ”

"Of course you don't, just with your superb guzheng playing skills, it is no exaggeration to say that there are actually few people in this world who can compare with you." Duan Meng didn't deny Yang Rushui's excellence at all, otherwise, even she, who had never paid attention to the guzheng repertoire before, would be attracted by those repertoire.

"Then why can't you even listen to half of my concert?"

"Because the repertoire played in that concert is not what you should be playing, and it doesn't have the feeling you had when you first played the guzheng." Duan Meng began to say seriously, and there was no joke between her words, these were the words she had always hidden in her heart.

After that concert, she was actually disappointed, and it felt as if the belief she had been holding on to was suddenly shattered. She studied music appreciation, and a large part of the reason why she chose this major at that time was actually because of Yang Rushui.

Duan Meng still remembers the feeling of listening to that guzheng track for the first time, she heard it on the most primitive record player at her grandmother's house, grandma is an old man who doesn't like new things, and she likes to listen to opera and music on weekdays.

It's funny to say that the record is even pirated, with all sorts of music on it. Duan Meng was originally a person who didn't like these very much, after all, children, most of them like that kind of fresh and exciting things, how many people can really calm down and listen to these opera music?

But when the song played the guzheng song played by Yang Rushui, Duan Meng, who had never paid attention to the record player, suddenly stopped everything she was doing, she stared at the old record player tightly, and the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, and in this way, the music from a sound sense and even some bad record players was brought into the world she had never seen.

That feeling was very novel to Duan Meng, who had never been in contact with or paid attention to the music of the guzheng. At that time, she was eager to know who was playing this piece. But when she went to ask her grandmother, she couldn't get a result, after all, she didn't know who the author of a specific piece of music in this miscellaneous record was.

Since the record was pirated, Duan Meng had no way to see the player of the song on the record's detail page. At that time, she also thought about searching on the Internet, but at that time, Yang Rushui was not famous, and when the keywords of guzheng player on the Internet were not found, Yang Rushui would not be found at all.

After careful investigation, Duan Meng will embark on the road of music appreciation, and I will persist step by step to this day, just because of the existence of that song at that time. In fact, she has never told others the reason why she chose the profession of music appreciation, because she knows that no one will believe it even if she says it.

After all, not everyone has that kind of belief in music, recognition of music, and desire for music, and not everyone will be inspired by a certain piece of music, and not everyone can get in touch with the music world that can best immerse themselves in. Bangbang has always considered himself lucky, lucky to be able to hear that tune, lucky to find something he likes because of that tune.

"Do you remember how you felt when you first started writing music?" Duan Meng was half-awake from her memories, and asked such a question in a daze, she also felt it, and she really wanted to know why this person who had been able to make him fall into that music world suddenly couldn't write such a tune.

Yang Rushui was silent, his brows furrowed slightly, he took a deep breath and slowly spit it out. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the gloom in the corners of his eyes disappeared, and he said in an uncaring tone, saying the words that had once made him lost, "I have already said, I don't have such good inspiration all the time, who stipulates that I must compose a certain amount of music at a certain time?" ”

"But......" But it shouldn't feel like it's going to change.

"What's the matter, you say it's weird for you people, this creation is obviously mine, if it's not for the fans, why should I cooperate with your time and do what I don't want to do according to your ideas?" Yang Rushui turned around as he spoke, looking at his toes in a distracted corner that Duan Meng couldn't see.

Duan Meng didn't know this, and thought that it was because what he just said was too radical, so he hurriedly began to explain, "It's not like this, I didn't mean that, I didn't think of the idea of creating more than you, creation is naturally your thing, I just suddenly had a feeling, you don't have to care about my feelings, you don't have to care about what I just said, you just forget what I just said." ”

Duan Meng didn't want to affect Yang Rushui because of her private emotions, although the song that once allowed him to enter the world of music no longer exists, she will also thank the creator of this song that once brought her faith, if it weren't for mutton water, she would definitely not have come to this day, and she would definitely not find that she loved it so much.

Yang Rushui actually just used this excitement to hide his helplessness. What he didn't tell Duan Meng was that he didn't actually want to create, but he couldn't create at all. He started making music with the original intention, and those things that he wanted to pursue at the beginning seem to be slowly swallowed up in the long river of years.

Recently, he has actually been pitying himself because of the relationship he couldn't get, and he didn't have any mind or state to calm down and compose a tune. Everything he once pursued was gradually forgotten by him in the process.

When Yang Rushui found out all this, it seemed that it was not so easy to solve it if he wanted to correct it.

"This rooftop is not the same as it used to be." Yang Rushui turned around as he spoke, and walked in the direction of the small door, as if he wanted to leave.

Duan Meng walked directly in front of him, and then looked at his eyes a little anxiously, and his tone was full of apologies, "I'm really sorry, did what I said just now hinder you?" You must not take my words seriously, and don't let me affect you, just treat me as if I was talking nonsense. ”

"It's not your problem, I just wanted to come up and relax, and breathe. Now that the ventilation has been exhausted, I should go back to sleep, after all, the show has been recorded, and I have no reason to stay here any longer. ”