From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 226 "The Ideal Thirty Years"

There are stories in the old wolf's voice, and there are too many people's youthful years in the singing. To be honest, the old wolf's appearance is very ordinary. In the entertainment circle with many brothers and beauties, the old wolf can't be called ugly, but he is definitely ordinary and can't be ordinary anymore. , But the songs he sang are the youth of countless people.

Teacher Huang wiped his eye sockets furtively, put on the sunglasses again, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, the three of us are old, so we can only look for some old touches, Xiaoxuan has an old soul, so I'm also moved .”

"Teacher Huang, Maomao is crying too." Peng Peng showed Maomao's head to Teacher Huang.

"This is the charm of folk songs. They are not as gorgeous as bel canto, and not as passionate as rock and roll. Simple melodies and flat tones tell stories one by one. Only with stories in your heart can you sing songs with stories."

Ye Mingxuan hugged the guitar and played it slowly. There is an electronic piano in the mushroom house, but electronic instruments basically don't match the tunes of folk songs. It's not as good as a simple acoustic guitar.

When the old wolf heard the melody, he was too familiar with it, so he started to play along.Except for the three elderly people present, only Ye Mingxuan had heard this song, and none of the six young people had heard it.

"The city under the moonlight, the people under the lamp under the city are waiting

The wind in the crowd, the sound of the years in the song
Who sighs unconsciously

Sigh at the unconscious age
Who still listens to the beauty of Yiye Zhiqiu. "

Ye Mingxuan and the old wolf sang together, without deliberately using any techniques, purely relying on emotion to sing, but the simpler the song, the harder it is to express the emotion in it, the folk songs focus on the emotional resonance, the lyrics are simple, there are metaphors and stories, Ye Mingxuan's voice is actually not very suitable for singing this song, but fortunately, it is full of emotion and sounds good.

"In the morning you came and left behind the fragrance of cherry blossoms

The window was opened, the door was opened, people asked me what to say

you once sang the moonlight

Accompanied me to mourn for fallen leaves
Once painted my appearance in front of the snow-covered window

those snowy winters
the boy without an umbrella
The oath blocked by the door
Those snow-covered goodbyes..."

"Nana, is this the charm of folk songs?"

Xue Yingmeng looked into the distance with blurred eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"Maybe, in fact, there is no specific definition of folk songs in academia, but some songs you know are folk songs only once, and they can take you into the world of songs. If you don't know that sentence, it will hit your heart , it is neither shouting nor passionate, just telling stories one after another in such a plain and ordinary way."

I don't know whether to explain it to Xue Yingmeng, or to myself, Ye Mingxuan was immersed in the world of songs, unable to extricate himself for a long time.Not only Ye Mingxuan, but several other young people were also dumbfounded.

"Anyone who wants to take a bath can do it first!" Teacher Huang covered most of his face with a teacup, and his voice was a little muffled.

"Leizi, I want to see the stars." Lao Lang put down his guitar and said softly.

"Let's go!" Teacher Huang stood up and walked out of the house with Lao Lang.

As a fan of Lao Lang, Ye Mingxuan went out with his guitar in his arms. Lao Lang sang two songs, and he also wanted to sing a song for Lao Lang.

"Why are you out here, you don't deserve to play with them?"

After the three of them came out, Mr. He changed his mood. It didn't take long for the room to become lively. Mr. Huang wanted to sit quietly with Lao Lang in the yard for a while and chat. Ye Mingxuan came out with a guitar, which really ruined the atmosphere.

"Uh~ I don't really like this kind of joking environment~" Ye Mingxuan replied with a sullen face.

"Young people should be like them, don't be like us two old men, look at them, how energetic they are." Old Wolf said looking at the starry sky.

"Isn't it like this when I was young? A group of people made appointments, joking and joking, and ran out to spend the night without going to bed in the middle of the night, and didn't go home, and couldn't go back..."

Teacher Huang looked at the starry sky, and his heart was also quiet.

"Master, brother wolf, shall I sing you a song?" Ye Mingxuan felt that this song was quite suitable for the experienced and poetic voice of the old wolf.

"Can't we be quiet for a while?"

"Let him sing. In the current atmosphere, there is nowhere to express the emotions in his heart. Singing is the most intense."

The old wolf smiled and said, "Is it your own song?"

Ye Mingxuan nodded, anyway, there is no song in this world, it is his own song.

"After the rain a car comes

sail past the twilight pale
The old iron sheet is driving south, the lover is gone
Listen to Under the Smoke, Poetry Radio. "

"It's interesting, like a popular song in our era." When Ye Mingxuan sang in a lazy and deep voice, the old wolf became interested. The song is so simple that the whole song can be played with just one chord, and the lyrics are very simple. Very interesting, with a melancholy poetic flavor.

"Cough without emotion, at least it seems

The way home is still cute, the strings lack posture

Never see that night again, the child listening to the song
The monologue in a hurry, grinding the ups and downs into a cassette
The feelings that have been dried up, crushed into ages
Just grow old, don't wake up alone, you want to leave, but there is nowhere to stop. "

When we were teenagers, we looked forward to youth, and youth is to look forward to growing up quickly, and we miss our youth in our thirties, and finally use our whole life to pay homage to our youth. Now life is getting more and more depressing, and we become less and less wanting to For yourself, it is not your dreams that drive you forward, but the abyss of real life behind you.

"Just sing, eyes narrowed

And the collapse of tears is just an existence that has not arrived

For sweet patience, the stars moisten the windowsill
The light and shadow dance like in sleepiness, saying love
no more emotion
think understand
The place where the dream collapsed is now covered with moss. "

"It's a bit like when Xiaosong was young, idealistic and poetic." Lao Lang commented pertinently.

"He just loves to think wildly. It's just that young people don't know what it means to be sad. They fall in love with the upper floors, love the upper floors, and force their worries for new words." Although Teacher Huang said it with a smile, he was a little worried about Ye Mingxuan's state. Teenagers should be more funny than happy. This kind of disillusioned thinking is a bit dangerous.

Ye Mingxuan didn't know what was wrong, he felt a lot in Lao Lang's singing tonight, and thought of this song "Ideal Thirty", and even felt a little uncomfortable.

"The song is pretty good. What's the name of the classic folk song? By the way, is it registered for copyright?" Lao Lang likes folk songs, and he really likes this song.

"Ideal thirty." Ye Mingxuan put the guitar aside, one song is enough today, singing it is a bit annoying.

"How old are you?"

"23."

"How can you write such lyrics when you are 23? The song is really good, but it is difficult for you to sing folk songs at your age. On the whole, you sing very well, but you are too young, and the timbre is too crisp. You are willing to suppress it. Singing with a low-pitched smoky voice, professional musicians can still hear it at once."

Teacher Huang's worry was too obvious, Lao Lang heard it right away, following Teacher Huang's meaning, his evaluation of Ye Mingxuan was also half-truth and half-false.

After getting over this topic, the three of them chatted outside until one o'clock in the morning, and the noisy young people in the room went to bed. Teacher He made two floor bunks downstairs, just like yesterday, and today two more people are going to sleep on the floor. .

"Xiaoxuan, wash up and go to sleep, you have to go to Hainan tomorrow afternoon."

"Okay, Master Lang, I'll take a shower and go to bed first. I don't know if you two will sleep with me on the floor tonight?" Ye Mingxuan winked and said, and went back to the room with his guitar in his arms.

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