From teaching to superstar

Chapter 477 "That Life"

Seeing Xie Yu's leaving back, Hu Yang smiled, turned and went back to the recording studio.

Xie Yu called He Qiulan with a bright smile.

Hu Yang's words just now prove that he has officially accepted him.

Otherwise, I wouldn't let myself call him "Huyang".

Because the staff around you are different from outsiders, and you cannot treat them with the same attitude.

After returning to the recording studio, Hu Yang was looking for that mysterious feeling.

Singing this song silently in my mind.

About half an hour later, Tsewang and the others walked into the recording studio.

"Mr. Hu, shall we record first to try out the effect?" Tsewang asked.

Populus euphratica naturally had no objection.

Then they started to prepare, Tsewang and the others put on earplugs one after another.

Even Xie Yu ran over after calling He Qiulan, took an earplug and put it on.

Standing in the recording studio, Hu Yang looked at the five or six people outside through the soundproof glass, without any nervousness.

Slowly closing his eyes, he swayed slightly.

After waiting for a while, the familiar accompaniment sounded in his ears.

The sound of the guzheng plucks the heartstrings of Populus euphratica.

It seemed that the sound of economics sounded in his mind.

It appeared that I was worshiping devoutly in the scripture hall surrounded by incense and mist.

[I close my eyes in the incense mist of the scripture hall]

【Suddenly hear the mantra in your chanting】

【I shake all the prayer wheels not to be overthrown】

【Just to touch your fingertips】

I closed my eyes, and I seemed to hear your chanting through the incense mist, and the rhythmic voice seemed to carry what you wanted to say to me.

It's a pity that I didn't hear clearly.

Turn the prayer wheel in your hand, round and round.

It's not for praying for salvation and washing away the sins of this life.

Just to be able to touch your fingertips again and feel your warmth.

[Kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road]

【Not for audience】

【Just to stick to your warmth】

[Turn mountains, waters, pagodas]

【Not to repair the afterlife】

【Just to meet you on the way】

In Kailash Holy Land, measure the distance from you with your body, kowtow and keep throwing your head on the ground, covered with mud and fragrance.

So pious, not for audience,

I just want to be closer to you, to feel your breath after you have turned into clay.

May you turn into the earth, every long head represents being closer to you.

On the pilgrimage, I knocked over countless peaks, splashed over countless streams, and turned the prayer wheel countless times.

Never thought of having a good afterlife because of it.

None of that mattered to me, nor did it matter.

I only have one purpose, and I only hope to meet you again in the future.

A look of loneliness appeared on Hu Yang's face.

Because he knew that it was impossible, but he had the extravagant hope that it would be realized one day in the future.

A faint breath of sadness and prayer permeated the air.

The accompaniment continued.

【Only in that night】

【I forgot everything】

【Abandoning Faith Abandoning Reincarnation】

【Only for the rose that wept before the Buddha】

【It has long lost its old luster】

All the good things were shattered in that one-in-a-hundred-year blizzard.

At that moment, I have forgotten everything.

Only your happy and regretful eyes are left in my mind.

Faith and reincarnation have been abandoned by me, and I don't care anymore.

As long as it can bring you back to life, I am willing to do anything.

However, the rose has withered and withered.

Buddha, no matter how powerful he is, he will not be able to return to heaven, and he will not be able to reappear in the past.

I can only bury you with my own hands on the hill overlooking the school.

Watching you day and night.

【I listened to Sanskrit singing all night】

【Not for comprehension】

【Just to find your breath】

A sigh sounded, I once listened to Dalai Lama's Sanskrit singing in the Potala all night.

It is not for the sake of comprehending the Buddhist principles in it, nor is it to enhance one's own Buddha nature.

I just want to find a little bit of your breath in it.

However, I couldn't find it no matter how I looked.

In the end I got out of there.

【I raise the wind horse】

【Begging for blessings for nothing】

【Just waiting for your arrival】

Every time the wind horse rises from my hand, never praying for the gospel.

I only hope that one day you will see my rising wind horse and follow its breath to find me.

I will always be waiting for you.

Waiting for your arrival.

【I ascended to become a fairy】

【Not for longevity】

【Just to bless you safe and happy】

【It has long lost its old luster】

【Old Glory】

But it is a pity that I have never waited for your letter, and never heard of you.

By the time you've waited so long, I'm already going to ascend to immortality.

But that is not for longevity, but for the hope that you will be safe, joyful and happy in another world.

Actually I don't know if you can hear the prayer.

Because what we have to face is the rose before the Buddha, which has long withered and withered, without the delicate luster of the past.

The lingering sound continued, and the piercing expression of yearning on Hu Yang's face made them, the listeners, feel uncomfortable.

It was as if something was blocked in my heart.

After about two or three minutes, Hu Yang slowly opened his closed eyes.

Seeing the indelible sadness in his eyes, Xie Yu couldn't help but want to say something.

It is a pity that no powerful language can be found.

He found that all words were powerless in front of Hu Yang at this moment.

At the same time, he also disdains the statement on the Internet the day before yesterday that "Hu Yang and Dongfang Tianyue jointly donated at the Shancheng charity dinner to test the public's reaction to their relationship".

Hu Yang would never be able to sing about this feeling without his deep thoughts of his wife Song Wenxian.

Although Xie Yu doesn't have a high level of appreciation for songs, he is definitely not just making a living in Qiao Run's studio.

I still have my eyesight, not to mention that I have listened to many songs sung by people.

Apart from other things, Hu Yang and Qiao Run were the only ones who made me feel uncomfortable.

Tsewang and the others also woke up from the singing.

Stand up and applaud desperately to Populus euphratica who is still in the recording studio.

Even though he couldn't hear them now, they seemed to clap with all their might.

Hu Yang calmed down and straightened his back, not letting himself be so depressed.

Even if it is strong.

"How do you feel? Do you need to re-record?" Hu Yang came out from inside and said to Tsewang and the others.

They nodded in unison, then shook their heads.

This expresses that they think Hu Yang's singing is very good, and they don't need to record it anymore, it is already very good.

Originally, I tried to record it again, but I didn't expect such a perfect singing voice to be recorded in this way.

Fortunately, I didn't bother to adjust all the recording equipment to capture the best quality sound.

Hu Yang showed a somewhat stiff smile.

He also felt that he sang very well just now.

If he is asked to sing again, he may not be able to sing with the same effect as before.

Therefore, he didn't want to record it again.

He said a few words to Tsewang and the others.

(End of this chapter)