Su Muqiu is a very straight-tempered person.

Good is good, bad is bad. Right is right, wrong is wrong.

At first, she felt that the song was bad and refused to sing it, because no matter what, the quality of writing a song down in a few minutes would never be much better, and it might even insult the 'music'.

But now when she sees the score of this song, she realizes that she is wrong, and it is quite outrageous.

This song is great, very good, Su Muqiu looks at his career, and it seems that he has not found much that can compare with this song.

Su Muqiu found that she seemed to be wrong for the man in front of her, this song was not written on an improvised basis, but had been conceived a long time ago.

Tactful and lingering, like a kite whispering, exuding an atmosphere that belongs to the old era, giving Su Muqiu a feeling of dreaming back to the last century.

Su Muqiu couldn't even believe that this song was written by a man, and he couldn't even believe that this was written by a young man living in modern times.

What kind of delicate thought does it take to create such a piece of music?

Su Muqiu still couldn't help but ask.

"You wrote this song?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

Li Yun is straightforward on the surface, but no one else knows that he copied it himself...

Su Muqiu did not refute, if such a song was written by someone else, it would definitely not be obscure, and it might have become popular all over the Internet as soon as it was exposed, and it was impossible for someone of her size and the team behind her to let go of such a tune.

This song was really written by the man in front of him.

"Awesome... Do you want me to sing here? ”

"Well, this song was originally written for my uncle and grandfather."

Su Muqiu nodded, and after a little glance at the score, he was ready to clear his throat and start singing.

Li Yun was stunned when he watched from the side.

"You... Don't practice? ”

"No, you don't."

Do you think you are Liu Donghua, and you can sing directly when you can see the score?

"I think so, let's listen to me sing it again, although this song is not difficult, but the feelings in it, there is still a difference in the depth of the tone..."

Li Yun said euphemistically.

Su Muqiu glanced at Li Yun with interest: "I thought you recognized me, so you wanted me to sing." ”

Li Yun: "??? ”

Who are you...

Li Yun just wanted to find a girl nearby to sing.

"You really didn't recognize me?" Su Muqiu looked at Li Yun's innocent expression and didn't seem to be fake, so he took off the mask directly: "What now? ”

It was a very beautiful face, and it was even half stronger than Li Zijing in terms of appearance.

The eyebrows and eyes are like willows, and the white-faced goose eggs are delicate.

However..

Who's this?

Li Yun was stunned, still showing a black question mark expression, his eyes were still a little confused, no matter how the girl in front of him hinted, there was no other reaction.

"Speaking of which, big sister, I really haven't seen you..."

Su Muqiu was also a little stunned.

I've taken off my mask, but I still don't recognize myself on the other side?

"You don't know me?"

"Why should I know you..."

Regarding the impression of the girl in front of him, Li Yun really has no other feelings except that she looks very handsome.

Su Muqiu was a little depressed, but he didn't expect that he would go to great lengths to hide his identity and appearance, and he actually threw out a sentence of not knowing him, which made Su Muqiu a little frustrated.

"Forget it, if you don't know it, you don't know it, I'm not a Huaxia coin, so I don't need everyone to know it."

Then I picked up the sheet music and prepared to sing.

Li Yun stared at Su Muqiu, originally thinking that he was going to pull his hips, but he didn't expect a tactful and clear voice to come.

A cappella singing is a test of one's ability...

And the girl in front of her amazed Li Yun at the first time.

The south wind blew coolly.

The nightingale cried mournfully.

The flowers under the moon are all in a dream.

Only that night incense.

Fragrant.

I love the night.

I love this nightingale to sing.

I love the flower-like dream even more, hugging and kissing the nightshade.

Night primrose, I sing for you.

Nightshade, I'll think about it.

...

A nightshade of incense surrounds in a small ward, with a breeze.

Su Muqiu sang very well into the play, and even turned the entire ward into a stage, singing with emotion.

The woman in front of her is definitely a professional singer.

Li Yun subconsciously gave such a judgment.

And the feelings of the music are also very well grasped, where it should be light, where it should be heavy, where it should be fast, where it should be slow, it is quite good, it doesn't feel like singing this song for the first time.

Li Yun has only heard Teresa Teng's version, and Teresa Teng's version of Nightshade is more brisk and brighter, and the voice of the woman in front of her is even more hoarse, with some taste of old Shanghai...

Li Yun felt that if he had heard the Li Xianglan version of "Night Fragrance", it would probably be like this.

And Li Jianyun had already woken up.

When he woke up, he heard Su Muqiu singing.

He was already a bit of a dementia, and he couldn't remember a lot of things.

Li Jianyun knew that he might have forgotten something very important.

He wanted to get it back, but he couldn't.

But when I heard this song, somehow, two lines of tears flowed.

Obviously, he hadn't heard this song before, but he didn't know why, he cried, and the rhythm and tone of the music took him into his memory world.

The secrets buried in the depths are awakened, and the vague life, the smile, are all clear in front of me.

Vague memories.

Past life, everything.

Because of old age, sickness, forgotten memories that must not be forgotten...

"Ahh I remembered. ”

Li Jianyun listened to this song and dreamed back to the past, when he was a teenager, he entered the colorful magic capital...

Here he learns what will accompany him all his life, he gets to know his classmates...

Seeing the light and shadow of the girl in the cheongsam singing on the stage, she was confident, beautiful, and radiant.

I also saw the most difficult and difficult time in his life, the song that hugged him, gave him a warm embrace, and sang hope and light with a hoarse singing voice in the midst of the cold and harsh east.

A bright lamp lit up Li Jianyun's heart again and again...

The lost gramophone.

Got it.