"Chapter 22—The White Sketch of the Singing"
Mu Fan picked up the phone and did not answer immediately. Both sides were silent for a long time as if they had agreed.
"Hey, is it Mu Fan?"
"It's me, Xiao Nan."
I don't know why while talking, the two of them seemed a little strange for a while, and they didn't know what to say. Perhaps there are too many factors mixed together, and the wall between the two people slowly comes to the fore. Anyway, it was the first time they had felt this way.
It was Xiao Nan who broke this silence in advance, and she greeted Mu Fan like a friend.
"Mu Fan, have you had breakfast?"
When Xiao Nan said this, she felt extremely stiff. Those who listened also felt a trace of inexplicable sadness.
"Xiao Nan, I think I'd better go outside and call you, what do you say?"
"Oh, well, I'll wait for you."
Hanging up the phone, Mu Fan washed up a little and ran to the phone booth.
He tried to dial Xiao Nan's phone, but as he tried, he didn't have the usual relaxed and eager mood.
"Mu Fan." Xiao Nan spoke with a hint of grievance.
"Xiao Nan." Mu Fan carried a sense of self-reproach between his words.
"Mu Fan, are you still angry with me again!"
"Maybe, but before you know it, it's not! I don't know why. I'm sorry Xiao Nan, I also have something bad. Mu Fan apologized first.
"Mu Fan, it's me who is not good, I shouldn't go to that kind of place, and I didn't tell you in advance, and I didn't answer your call in time, it's all my fault! I regret it now when I think about it. Don't be angry with me, Mu Fan. ”
"I'm not angry with Xiao Nan, although I can't understand it for a while, but I thought about it later, it's me who is too careful, but I feel a little stingy. I can't impose my knowledge on you. ”
"Mu Fan, don't say that, I'm even more uncomfortable when you say that! It's clear that I'm wrong more, and you take it all on your own, which will make me blame myself even more. ”
"Okay, Xiao Nan, don't talk about this, we all have our own problems, okay!"
"Well, Mu Fan, don't talk about that, I think it's rare that we can understand each other. You tell me? ”
"I think so, because we both love each other so much! Isn't it! ”
"Yes, Mu Fan, we both love each other deeply." Xiao Nan's eyes turned slightly red as she spoke.
Mu Fan paused for a moment and said to Xiao Nan, "Xiao Nan, do you remember that someone once wanted to invite me to join her band?" ”
"Remember, you're not really going to join her band." Xiao Nan was already curious.
"No, how is it possible, I don't know music. Later, she insisted that I write a song for her, and I really had no way to refuse, so I wrote it head-on, but I didn't expect that she thought it was good after writing it, so I made it up to the song. You want me to come and hear about it. ”
"It's really fake, you didn't even tell me Mu Fan!"
"I really didn't think it was possible at the time, so I was embarrassed to tell you, since she has made up songs now, so I dare to tell you." Saying that, Mu Fan smiled embarrassedly.
"And what did you write?"
"Call it Van Gogh's Tears. It's just a name they gave me, and I didn't come up with a nice name at the time. ”
"Van Gogh's Tears is written about Van Gogh?"
"Hmm...... How to say it, it's like, I also remembered a documentary I once saw, so I used this as an introduction to reflect the ruthlessness of reality. Speaking of this, Mu Fan still looked embarrassed.
Perhaps the creation of art was far away from him. Or for an ordinary person's artistic creation, others will laugh it off. In short, most of them are incomprehensible and find faults, so what literary youth, poets, etc., etc., can only be secretly buried in their hearts for self-entertainment, and ordinary life seems more pragmatic.
Xiao Nan was even more surprised when she heard this, and she couldn't wait for Mu Fan to read it to herself.
Mu Fan had no choice but to read it again. After reading it, Xiao Nan also praised it vigorously, but I didn't expect Mu Fan to have such feelings. Mu Fan was also stupid to follow the music, but he didn't seem so humble to Xiao Nan, and he would self-deprecating self-recognition from time to time.
"Then when your sample comes out, I must listen to it and see how talented our Mu Fan is."
"I'm a little embarrassed Xiao Nan, speaking of which I'm just a person who writes a poem in a very formatted way, and the final formation is still shown to everyone in the form of music, which will be acceptable to more people. Otherwise, I run in front of people every day and say how good my writing is, and people still think I'm a psychopath! ”
"That's right. But at least you are one of the creators who has contributed to it, and you deserve praise. Xiao Nan said arrogantly.
"Okay, okay, since you all support me so much, I'll try to come up with more and better works in the future!"
"Who else but me?!"
Hearing Xiao Nan's question, Mu Fan immediately became alert. "It's their band!"
"Why are you so nervous, Mu Fan, don't you think I'm thinking about You Xi."
"No, how could it be. You Xi and I are just ordinary friends, you are not allowed to wronged me again. Mu Fan tried his best to express himself more calmly.
"Well, even if there is, it doesn't matter. Anyway, you're mine, and no one can snatch it away! Isn't it, isn't it?! ”
"Yes, yes, yes! In this world, Zhai Mufan loves Hao Nannan the most! ”
"Hao Nannan also loves Zhai Mufan the most!"
Both of them giggled, laughing happily and happily.
After hanging up the phone, Mu Fan still had a sweet smile on his face, and he couldn't disperse for a long time. He secretly mocked love, love is a magical thing. It makes you miserable and makes you laugh. Sometimes strange, sometimes familiar. It's really uncertain.
Time is like a lollipop, if you feel its sweetness, you will unconsciously lick it, and even if you want to experience its greasy, you will want to bite it and swallow it in one bite. So Mu Fan not only experienced its sweetness, but also chewed out his expectations.
In this way, just after chewing the aftertaste of time, Mu Fan and You Xi came to the gymnasium together. Xingwei saw them jump down from the stage and go to greet them.
"Xingwei, I didn't expect you to make it into a song so quickly." You Xi couldn't wait.
"It's okay, I didn't expect it either. Maybe there was a feeling, there wasn't too much struggle, everything was going well. I just don't know how you'll feel when you sing it. Xingwei said.
"It's definitely not going to be bad! I believe you have such strength. Mu Fan encouraged Xingwei Dao.
"You two are currently my only audience, I can't be perfunctory, I want to listen to your most authentic voice, even if what you say is not bullshit, I have to listen to the truth!"
Mu Fan and You Xi looked at each other after hearing this, and they could feel Xingwei's seriousness.
"Don't worry, Xingwei, although Mu Fan and I don't understand music, it is more intuitive to look at it from the perspective of the audience. What do you say, Mu Fan. ”
Mu Fan scratched his head, "It should be, don't blame me for not even being able to say how I feel." I'm stupid. ”
"Mu Fan, you are always so cautious, relax, what you want is the most intuitive feeling, and you don't need any rhetorical words." Xingwei said while holding Mu Fan's shoulder.
For a while, Mu Fan was shy and did not speak.
"Alright, then here we go!" With that, she jumped onto the stage and nodded, signaling the members of the band to get ready. Then she praised a guitar and tried the tone for a short solo session, then nodded again to start.
At this time, the scene was silent, and Xingwei closed her eyes. Just listen to a few crisp drum beats with different scales dotted on this white canvas. Xingwei clicked her toes to the rhythm, and her fingers involuntarily began to wander on the strings, like free brushstrokes, shuttling between the gaps in the drums, outlining the draft of the starry sky. A low cry seemed to dance between the manuscripts, leaving behind lines of dull and colorful tones. Immediately after that, the subtlety of electronic music with bright and striking musical notes between coloring and dimness, lighting up the lonely night sky. Simple and sincere emotions, singing everyone's heart. In turn, the ink is like gold, and the most straightforward perspective is used to screen out the distinct colors. Slowly, slowly, the sound grew deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, to a place where it could not be reached. It was a silent wail, no, it should be said to be an unadorned white drawing. Tell the living people, remember? I've lived. I've lived in a corner of the world. There was no pain and no hope to live.
Wait for the guitar's tail note to slowly die out, leaving only a melancholy painting. People stood in front of him and stared at him for a long time, as if they were looking for something else. It was as if it was no longer a painting, but a thought, a thought that remained in everyone's heart.
Mu Fan and You Xi looked at Xingwei tightly as if they were stupid, as if the slightest movement would affect her realm of selflessness.
Xingwei slowly opened her eyes and looked at the two of them. The three of them looked at each other and smiled, Mu Fan and You Xi applauded vigorously, and their hands unconsciously raised their hands to give a big thumbs up.
Xingwei jumped off the stage and walked towards the two of them. You Xi stepped forward and gave her a big hug. Immediately afterwards, Xing Wei opened her arms to Mu Fan, tilted her head and smiled. Mu Fan was shy, but he still relieved his feelings, and took the initiative to give Xingwei a hug.
"Well, you two need to be critical of me." Xingwei laughed to herself.
"Xingwei, this is not your style, you are more confident than anyone else in your bones." You Xi quipped.
"Who's the score! You're different, we're friends, friends. So I'd rather accept your criticism. Xingwei said very sincerely.
"Then you're welcome! In the voice of the audience, not the fans. You Xi said.
"Listen to it!"