Coming out of the Silver Bird Mansion, although Niu Er was a little disappointed, he did not lose confidence.

Since Mr. Han has an assistant, he will never be a simple small role.

Since his assistant came over to look at himself......

Niu Er is even more confident in his appearance and figure than in his fifth-level singing skills.

This has been verified by countless big girls and little daughters-in-law in the previous life.

The street facing the main entrance of the Silver Bird Building is called Huahai Lijing Street.

On both sides of the street are either entertainment record companies, or various film and television companies or some performing arts institutions, as well as some performing arts training groups.

Niu Er wants to find a random fly restaurant nearby, or buy two barbecued pork buns or something to make up for it. He didn't want to go too far, maybe in the next moment, that assistant or Teacher Han would have a phone call.

But this street is a little too much, too tall.

Not to mention that there are no fly restaurants nearby, even those that sell morning tea snacks.

After walking west along the street for a few minutes, I saw the crowd near the intersection in the distance.

The north-south street in front of it looks like a food street.

Niu Er quickly arrived at the intersection. Although it is not a food street, teahouses can be found everywhere. Niu Er just bought a thin-skinned shrimp dumpling and a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge on the street, and did it hastily.

If you audition later, you must eat too much.

Just after returning to Huahai Lijing Street, he had just taken a few steps back, and Niu Er looked left and right, and sat down on the steps of a building at the intersection of two streets.

It's like a fool to go back to the Silver Bird Building, so it's better to wait until the phone call and go back.

Light a cigarette and tap on your phone's map.

After the train entered Yuecheng Station, Niu Er made a judgment.

This Guangdong city is not Guangzhou.

However, after entering the city, he felt a sense of déjà vu.

Like the name of the street, like these familiar morning tea snacks.

Looking at the map of Yuecheng, I found that it was by no means the same city.

No matter what, if it comes, it will be safe.

After smoking the cigarette, Niu Er opened the case and took out the guitar.

Most of the people who work in Huahai Lijing Street should be white-collar elite cultural people.

And the flow of people on this teahouse-lined street should be a mixture of Lower Riba people and spring and snow.

There is no such a good location, and there is no such mixed flow of people, it is more suitable to test the quality of your Cantonese "urban folk songs".

"Urban Folk Songs" is a musical topic that Niu Er studied in his previous life.

For example, Cantonese pop songs, from the perspective of origin and development, are inseparable from the urban culture of Guangdong and Xiangjiang.

For example, Amuhailai's popular pop songs with Yi customs will also be inextricably linked to the Yi culture of Liangshan and its capital Xichang...... And so on and so forth.

Niu Er's singing voice to Mr. Han is the ending song of Zhou Xingxing's classic movie "Journey to the West: The Great Sage Marrying", "The Love of My Life".

"This love has not come to fruition for five hundred years."

"This is a story about the bitter sea of love for 500 years......"

When the director of this film told the songwriter about his requirements for the ending song, these two sentences directly gave the two songwriters goosebumps.

The composer, Lu Guanting, completed the composition in just one night.

The lyricist Tang Shuyan was even more awesome, and it only took two hours.

Niu Er in his previous life was a post-90s. I was not even ten years old when I first watched Journey to the West.

I only saw that the little demon and the Bull Demon King were very fun, and I only saw Zhou Xingxing and Uncle Meng Da's nonsensical foolish messing around.

"People are born of people, and demons are born of demons......"

Tang Seng, who could make the little demon verbose to death, laughed at him so much that his stomach hurt.

At that time, it was a lively scene.

Later, when he grew up, on a variety show, he heard and saw the song of amateur Huang Lianghui and Mo Wenwei's harmony.

Niu Er likes the individual songs sung by Mok Wenwei, but he doesn't like Mo Wenwei very much.

There is no reason for this.

may just be Mo Wenwei's appearance, which is not in his taste, and even his least favorite type.

But the song sung on the occlusion variety show made him stunned both of them, and he sang it so well.

Then he reopened the movie and rewatched it.

I watched it again.

I watched it again......

"How can I save you without a hoop, and how can I love you if I wear a hoop...... There is no greater sorrow in the world than this. ”

If you understand "Journey to the West" and "The Love of Your Life", you may really understand what sadness and helplessness are.

Whether it's love or life.

It is often made up of countless regrets.

"You called Miss Jingjing 78 times last night......"

"Bai Jingjing is my mother, if you don't call her, who will I call?"

"There's another one named Zixia, and you called her 799 times. ”

"Oh, she said she left something in my heart and I want to know what it is......"

He finally thought that he understood the big talk Journey to the West, and he also understood Lu Guanting's original song in the film.

It was only at this time that he realized that the sadness, helplessness and lofty desolation of Lu Guanting's original version, no matter how many descendants cover it, are almost unsurpassable.

What was once a dislike has become a favorite.

I used to like it very much, but it has become dispensable.

He thought about it for a while, but decided to sing Lu Guanting's version first.

This version is the original and the most picturesque.

It also has the most soul-shaking and touching charm.

You don't even need to understand the lyrics, just the melody and charm of the singing voice are enough to make people's hearts stir and feel sad.

The intro to this song is relatively long.

The more awesome the song, the longer the prelude.

One is longer than the other.

The long prelude is right in the middle of the cow's heart.

Gave him plenty of time to show off his fingers.

Once upon a time.

Right now.

Passed

Never again.

red deciduous leaves,

Long buried in the dust,

Beginning and ending,

It's always the same—

You on the edge of the sky,

waft

Baiyun Wai ......

Bitter - V - Sea ——————————

This side of Huahai Lijing Street has been relatively quiet.

Even if there are pedestrians in a hurry, there are often vehicles passing by, but there is no noise, let alone a whistle.

As soon as Niu Er's guitar sounded, people began to salute him.

When the song sounded, almost half of the pedestrians in the vicinity stopped.

Lunch time was originally a rare opportunity for white-collar workers in the office building to rest and relax.

When Niu Er's long, gradually raised pitch, and gradually ethereal tail sound, diverged to all sides, stabbing a cry of extreme sorrow to the long sky and stabbing the heart, most people stopped and turned their eyes to Niu Er's side.

Some people who were a little farther away began to gather on the side of Niu Er.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes walked across the road towards Niu Er, pulling out his wallet as he went.

Before Niu Er approached, he threw a hundred-yuan bill into Niu Er's piano box.

Bitter - V - Sea ————————

Love and hate.

In the world,

There is no escaping fate.

Blind date————

Can't—V—

Approach.

or should I,

believe

It's fate.

......

The first stanza of the song ends.

There should have been a female harmony here.

Niu Er thought that the harmony between Mo Wenwei and Huang Lianghui was the clearest and most beautiful. The movie version of the harmony, he didn't feel very deeply.

But at this time, Niu Er had no choice but to continue to show off his fingers and turn this place into a pure interlude.

There were two old men who were originally eating morning tea and listening to small songs in the teahouse on the other side of the street, and they had no intention of leaving until noon. The guy is worried about the super high attendance rate at noon, and it is inconvenient to pick up these two old men.

At this moment, a foreign sound passed through the sleepiness in the noon air, through the window lattice of the teahouse, and drifted into the ear drums of everyone in the teahouse.

The two old men listened intently for a while, and then looked at each other again.

Pay the bill, get up, get out of the teahouse, and go straight to Niuer.

When he approached Niuer, one took out five dollars, and the other took out a few one-dollar bills and a one-dollar coin, and threw them into Niuer's piano box.

The two men turned and descended the steps, and sat on the floor below them. Tilting his head, he watched Niu Erxuan finger play.

Then one after another, people came and threw money into Niu Er's piano box.

At first, when the young man in a suit and leather shoes ran from afar to throw money, Niu Er was still surprised.

Only later did I remember the patched clothes I was wearing.

Even if you dress well, as long as you sing well, if you want to lose money to the street singers, you still have to lose it.

A hundred, a dollar, a few dimes are all an expression of the heart.

I love listening to your songs.

It's just a matter of ability.

Wait until Niu Er finishes singing the second stanza and the whole song ends.

With those two old men as the core and the front line, there were no less than fifteen or sixteen people sitting on the ground.

There was already a large circle of people standing on the periphery.

As soon as the singing guitar stopped, the applause around them became sparse and sparse, and they rang out in varying degrees of lightness.

With applause, someone came over and threw money into the guitar case.

Niu Er had no choice but to stand up and bow around in thanks.

I just ate shrimp dumplings and preserved eggs and lean pork porridge, and I shouted at the top of my voice for a long time.

Niu Er felt that his throat was a little dry and a little thirsty.

The key point is that his voice is indeed a short exercise.

Past and present lives are short exercises.

However, it is obviously not appropriate to just sing a song, and now to leave and buy water.

Although he is not a wandering singer.

But now, Te Niang, she is a wandering singer.

These people around him are still looking at themselves.

The money in the case......

As he was hesitating, a bottle of mineral water came from behind him.