don't call me singer

Chapter 1484 Sour lungs, astringent hearts

Want to see but can't see, look far away and can't see.

What kind of feeling is it like? In this world, there may be no one who can understand it better than Gu Xiaobai.

And if this story is ultimately a tragedy...

No matter how hard you try, if you fight until the end, it will be just a tragedy...

What kind of sadness is that?

Hua Minyu bowed her head, her hands were gently plucking on the strings.

The sound of "咚嗡" is slow and melancholy.

The slightly shifted overtones, like a heartbeat that is getting slower and slower, make people's emotions drop.

Hua Minyu raised his head and stared into the distance.

On the big screen, the plum tree swayed, and a slender figure stood under the green plum tree, looking into the distance.

After a few breaths, Hua Minyu patted the body of the piano lightly, and there was a soft "dong".

Sing again:

"Ten years of cold windows are still cold
Shuoji Zhuangyuanlang

The place where the family letters are not finished

Yueming's heart is hesitating..."

In the ten-year cold window, I thought that if I won the first prize, I would be able to spend my life "happily ever after".

But in fact, what if you win the number one scholar?
A letter from home, half written, put pen to paper here, with thousands of things on my mind, but I don't know where to start.

Why, the brighter the moon is, the more hesitation in my heart?
Hua Minyu raised his head, the expression on his face seemed to be anticipation, but also fear.

It seemed, already felt, that something bad had happened.

"Famous all over the world

not as good as her

moon down to add fragrance

green plum

Sour lungs

Heartbroken..."

After singing the last three words, Hua Minyu bowed his head, a drop of tears fell on the strings, and then on the slightly vibrating strings, it was shaken into scattered spots of light.

A song, if you want to impress others, you must first impress yourself.

But at this moment, Hua Minyu was emotional.

At this moment, she had already brought herself into the number one scholar, but she missed the number one scholar at home, his wife.

So what about being famous all over the world?
Nothing compares to her red sleeves.

A greengage enters the mouth, sour and hard to swallow.

Sour whose lungs.

Whose heart is astringent.

Off the stage, the audience of the school song competition looked up at her blankly.

In this era, nearly half of young people will enter the Human Resources and Social Security Bureau every year to end their marriage.

Every year, countless celebrities go out of the circle because of divorce.

Every day, every moment, there are couples who have been in the same boat, and they confront Bo in court for their property.

People are afraid of marriage, love, and birth.

People don't believe in love, they don't believe in marriage.

People want to be refined egoists.

Who would entrust the rest of his life to another former stranger?

Who would value the relationship with others more than their own future?
But now, there is a woman in men's clothing, playing the guqin and singing heartbroken.

Knowing that this is just a story, knowing that this is just a legend.

Maybe it didn't exist in history, but I can't help thinking about it.

Perhaps, in the vast history, there is really such a champion man who never changes his original intention, looks far away, and misses his own wife.

And, it's such a good word.

It is like an unknown noun without a word card, graceful and deep.

Especially the last six words of each paragraph.

Hua Minyu sang with a long aftertaste.

The audience felt lost.

I thought Gu Xiaobai's "Song of Playing the Sword" was already full of talent.

But listening to this song "Qing Mei Yin" at this time, I feel that it is another world and another appearance.

Words and stories already have powerful power and can arouse people's emotions.

Music, on the other hand, is an amplifier of emotions.

Not to mention, the deep and obscure Guqin seems to be able to reach the power of the heart.

Good lyrics, with good music.

Its power is simply at the level of cheating.

After listening to this passage, many people raised their heads subconsciously and looked towards the sky.

A waning moon is far away.

Hua Minyu also raised his head to look at the waning moon in the sky, gently lowered his hand, and played the piano again.

The obscure, changing sound of the piano vibrated gently and spread to all directions.

"Green plum wine is fragrant
High rollers are full again

Pointing to Jiangshan to be self-excited

Bad news spread to the north..."

After singing here, Hua Minyu took another heavy shot in his hand!
"Snap".

Then Hua Minyu slapped it again and again, making a "Pa Dong Om ~ Pa Dong Om ~" sound.

It was as if at a celebration feast full of rich guests and fragrant with green plum wine, suddenly, bad news came, the tables were overturned and the wine was poured down, everyone was shocked.

And Hua Minyu's actions first made people worry that she was going to snap the strings in her hand!
Then, there was a sudden "wow".

Fuck, beat the strings?
Does Guqin also have this technique?

Since ancient times, isn’t the guqin always emphasizing meaning rather than skill, purely pleasing oneself, only entertaining oneself, and not pleasing others?

At this moment, Hua Minyu was Gu Xiaobai possessed, with that movement, that technique, that posture.

Everyone finished Hua Minyu with a "wow", and then "wow" again, looking at Gu Xiaobai.

It's broken!
Xiaobai has spoiled another talented woman!
After taking several shots in a row, Hua Minyu even pushed the guqin in his arms, and pushed it aside.

After a long time, I heard her sing again:
"Thousands of miles whip

Can't catch up

who sings in my dream

Green shirt wet with tears
stone wall collapse

Qingzukahuang..."

Closing his eyes, Hua Minyu's eye sockets were red, and two traces of tears slid down from the corners of his eyes.

Swinging the whip for thousands of miles, day and night, but there is no time to see her for the last time.

It's only been a year since I went to Beijing to rush for the exam, but the stone wall has collapsed and the green mound is deserted.

Where is the beauty?
It has already been buried under three feet of loess.

Watching Hua Minyu's performance and listening to Hua Minyu's song, everyone was shocked!

This appeal, this shock.

Before this, perhaps only Gu Xiaobai's performance could make everyone feel this way!
Last time, when Hua Minyu sang "Wang Ning Mei", everyone felt as if they were listening to a peerless singer in ancient times, playing and singing far above the painting boat, like a person who came from the other side of history, ethereal and elusive , can only be seen from a distance, not to be played with.

But today, Hua Minyu sang here, but he has already walked into the story by himself.

She is already the champion who lost his beloved wife and was heartbroken.

Some emotions may not be felt by others.

But the strongest human ability is empathy.

Humans have the ability to feel the emotions of others.

The subtle expressions, body movements, there is no formula, but people feel it naturally.

Off the stage, the young ladies and sisters all had red eyes.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Min Min don't cry, we love you!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Pushing away the piano in his hand, Hua Minyu stood up staggeringly, and reached out to hug the jar of wine beside him.

Gently stroked.

Like touching the face of a lover.

Then she sang softly:

"Serving guests with wine is delicious
ink dry book shortage

Emperor's Edict Gaoge Collection

Pinto horses have thin hair and long..."

This number one scholar never went back to that bustling capital.

Instead, he opened a wine shop.

(End of this chapter)