"Is that your boyfriend?"

“…… No. ”

After the other party showed an expression of "worthy of being a star, and they started living together before they were boyfriend and girlfriend", Jiang Xinhai realized for the first time that people's hearts are unpredictable.

She "pedaled" upstairs with the momentum of leaving everything behind, and when she pushed open the door, the noisy guitars and drums poured out.

"The first snow of 2012 came a little later than usual.

The No. 2 car parked on the eighth floor took away the last falling yellow leaf......"

Jiang Xinhai heard a hoarse and unfamiliar voice singing, and a smell of gasoline mixed with the smell of sweat and sheep flesh came to his face.

She choked on tears and lowered her head, clutching her throat and coughing.

Chen Ya sat in the room beating the drum kit with a smile on his face, and another short and fat man wearing a peaked cap held a guitar in his hand, swept the strings and sang to the microphone.

Jiang Xinhai was so shocked by this sudden impact scene that he couldn't speak for a long time, or Chen Ya knocked on the hanging cymbal several times, and the noise dissipated from the room like a tide of soldiers and horses receding.

Jiang Xinhai had a little tinnitus and rubbed his small ears.

"Introduction," Chen Ya stood up and said, "Xinhai, this is Luo Ling, Luo Ling, this is Jiang Xinhai." ”

The man wearing the peaked cap nodded at Jiang Xinhai and said, "Hello! I have admired the daimyo for a long time! ”

Jiang Xinhai looked him up and down, and then pinched his nose.

She was sure that the source of the smell of sweat aside, the smell of sheep must have emanated from the man.

"I'm sorry, I just moved a lot of things, and I'm covered in stinky sweat." The man smiled sheepishly.

Looking around the room, there are two huge cardboard boxes, a sofa, a drum kit, a guitar, and an electronic keyboard.

Jiang Xinhai pointed at Chen Ya and said, "It's okay, he is also covered in stinky sweat." ”

Chen Ya pointed at the man and said, "Luo Ling, my friend, just came to see me today, so I got together with him and just helped him practice his new song." ”

Luo Ling hugged Chen Ya's shoulders and said, "What friend, Chen Ya is my guide, guide!" ”

"Oh." Jiang Xinhai actually doesn't understand much.

She glanced up and down at Luo Ling, who looked about thirty years old, wearing a very ill-fitting dark green short-sleeved T-shirt with a rough cartoon portrait printed in the middle of the T-shirt, and a middle-aged man's unique small belly bulging out.

Like Chen Ya, he also wears a pair of sneakers.

The two of them have the same taste in dressing, rustic and uninhibited, and they were so happy when they played music just now that Jiang Xinhai wanted to call them two sneaker brothers.

"That was his new song?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"Yes, it's called 'The First Snow of 2012.'" Chen Ya said, "This song will definitely be popular!" ”

Jiang Xinhai didn't believe it very much.

She didn't feel like the song was sung, it was like it was howling. Or rather, it's spoken.

Chen Ya suddenly pointed at Luo Ling and said, "Come, take out your play, and let's sing another one!" ”

Luo Ling rubbed his hands excitedly: "Is it okay?" Don't bother you guys? ”

"Yes, sing, let Kokomi listen to your music!"

Luo Ling took out an exotic piano from a dusty travel bag on the ground that had turned yellow and black.

"What is this?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"Bomb Boolean." Chen Ya said, "A kind of national musical instrument, you listen to it, it feels absolutely different." ”

Luo Ling swept the strings, and the strings sounded as if tickling his heart, like the foehn wind on the Taklamakan Desert, blowing through the sand dunes as they lifted fine grains of sand.

"Let me introduce myself, I was born in the Western Regions, I make a living from wandering," Luo Ling said, stroking his chest, "I have traveled in the desert, grasslands, mountains, plateaus, I have walked through great rivers, and there are many places that are inaccessible. ”

"I'm using my feet, and my throat, looking for my music, my music from nature, from the loneliest trek, the most fiery feelings."

"I have heard of the name Jiang Xinhai before, and I feel very honored to be able to let a celebrity like you hear my song before my concert, and I am very grateful to Mr. Chen Ya for giving me this opportunity."

With that, he plucked the strings and let go of his throat:

"The first snow of 2012,

It is a complex that is hard to give up at WLMQ.

You're like a butterfly flying around,

Swaying in the snowy season. ”

……

After Jiang Xinhai listened, he applauded mechanically.

She still didn't hear anything good.

After studying at the University of the Sea, she already knew the structure of music.

In terms of the structure of this song, it is unstructured.

Not to mention the pre-chorus, bridge, etc., there is no difference between the main song and the chorus.

The whole song is like breaking eggs and tomatoes in a juicer, throwing them in a pan and stir-frying them repeatedly, and finally serving them on the table and saying that they are scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

In terms of Luo Ling's singing skills, it can only be said that he has no singing skills. His voice was as rough as the wind blowing from the Taklamakan mixed with grit, and the wind whistled in his ears and rose and fell dryly, as if to narrate the hardships of the wind along the way.

The only thing that makes Jiang Xinhai feel wonderful is that there are no ups and downs and novelties in the tune of this song, but in the process of listening to the whole song, he does not feel bored.

After Luo Ling finished singing, he actually cried.

The thirty-year-old man let go of his hand, but touched his cheek and wiped more and more tears.

Chen Ya walked over like a big brother and patted him on the back vigorously.

"Don't cry, don't cry, look, Jiang Xinhai applauded you, isn't your dream about to come true?"

Luo Ling cried breathlessly, shook his head and said: "Teacher Chen Ya, I'm not going to do it, my psychological burden is too heavy, I'm going to mess up the concert......"

Chen Ya hugged his shoulder with a look of disgust: "What kind of body is crying and crying, come out with some heroic spirit." ”

"They say I don't understand music, they say I don't have any aesthetics, they say I'm just a bun...... Actually, they said that I was fine, and they also said that my music fans were farmers, blind streamers, and people who didn't know how to appreciate......"

Chen Ya patted him on the back and comforted, "What do you care about them?" I, Chen Ya, recognize you, that's enough, don't listen to them. They know what a. ”

The man said: "However, my mother and my wife have listened to their words, and they are all calling me, saying, or you should stop making music, you can't do it, those big seniors and big stars have spoken, you can't make music, and you have been like this ......."

Chen Ya said: "The more they think so, the more you have to prove yourself, don't you?" ”

Luo Ling was still sobbing, and Chen Ya gave Jiang Xinhai an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, it's an important day for him after a while, and he's a little emotionally unstable."

Jiang Xinhai nodded, sat aside dignifiedly, and said:

"Nothing, I feel ...... I have a feeling that he must love his music. ”

Luo Ling stopped crying.

"How do you know?" Chen Ya asked.

Jiang Xinhai said: "It's just a feeling. ”

Although she was not impressed by Luo Ling's music, she was moved by his passion for music.

"You're going to have a concert soon, aren't you?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

The man nodded: "In another month, at the Hung Hom Stadium, I will hold my first concert." ”

Jiang Xinhai nodded: "That's great, you can hold a concert, you must be a very good singer, why haven't I heard of you before?" ”

Chen Ya said: "Luo Ling is his real name, his stage name, you must have heard of it." ”

"What's his stage name?"

"Knife wolf."

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Thanks to Mr. Yan ZK, the author of "Demon Town Museum", for his chapter push! ~