Pulling the female boss into the Hongyan group, I was exposed

Chapter 125 124. Sword Wolf (Thanks Yu Shengyi for the reward)

"Is that your boyfriend?"

"……no."

Jiang Xinhai realized for the first time that people's hearts are unpredictable after the other party showed the expression of "As expected of a star, they started living together before boyfriend and girlfriend".

She rushed upstairs with the momentum of leaving everything behind. After pushing open the door, noisy guitars and drums poured out.

"The first snow in 2012 came later than before,
The No. [-] car parked on the eighth floor took away the last falling yellow leaf..."

Jiang Xinhai heard a hoarse and unfamiliar voice singing loudly, and a smell of gasoline mixed with the smell of sweat and mutton came over his face.

She was so choked that tears came out, she lowered her head, and coughed "babbling" while scratching her throat.

Chen Ya was sitting in the room beating the drum set "clang bang bang bang" with a smile on his face, another short and fat man wearing a peaked cap was holding a guitar in his hand, strumming the strings and singing into the microphone.

Jiang Xinhai was so shocked by this sudden and shocking scene that he was speechless for a long time. It was Chen Ya who knocked on the cymbal several times, and the noise dissipated from the room like the tide of soldiers and horses receding.

Jiang Xinhai had tinnitus and rubbed his small ears.

"Let me introduce," Chen Ya stood up and said, "Xinhai, this is Luo Ling, Luo Ling, this is Jiang Xinhai."

The man in the peaked cap nodded at Jiang Xinhai, and said, "Hello! I've heard of you for a long time!"

Jiang Xinhai looked him up and down, then pinched his nose.

She was sure, leaving aside the source of the sweaty smell, the mutton smell must be emanating from this person.

"I'm sorry, I just moved a lot of things, and I'm covered in sweat." The man smiled shyly.

Looking around the room, there are two huge cardboard boxes, a sofa, a drum kit, a guitar, and an electronic organ.

Jiang Xinhai pointed at Chen Ya, and said, "It's okay, he's also covered in stinky sweat."

Chen Ya pointed to the man and said, "My friend Luo Ling just came to see me today, so we got together with him and just helped him practice his new song."

Luo Ling hugged Chen Ya's shoulder and said, "What friend, Chen Ya is my guide, guide!"

"Oh." Jiang Xinhai didn't really understand.

She glanced at Luo Ling up and down. He looked about 30 years old. He was wearing a very ill-fitting dark green short-sleeved T-shirt. There was a rough cartoon head printed in the middle of the T-shirt. Middle-aged people only had a small belly. out.

Like Chen Ya, he also wore a pair of sneakers.

These two have exactly the same dressing taste, rustic style and unrestrained uninhibitedness. They were so happy when they were playing music just now, which made Jiang Xinhai want to call them sneaker brothers.

"Is that his new song just now?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"Yes, the name is "The First Snow of 2012"." Chen Ya said, "This song will definitely be popular!"

Jiang Xinhai didn't quite believe it.

She felt that this song was not sung, but howled.Or rather, it was said.

Chen Ya suddenly pointed to Luo Ling and said, "Come on, take out your pambole, let's sing another part!"

Luo Ling rubbed his hands excitedly: "Is that okay? Don't disturb you guys?"

"Okay, sing, let Xinhai listen to your music!"

Luo Ling took out an exotic violin from a travel bag that was so dusty that it turned yellow and black on the ground.

"What is this?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"Playing Boolean." Chen Ya said, "It's a national musical instrument. When you listen to him, the feeling is absolutely different."

When Luo Ling strummed the strings, the strings sounded as if scratching his heart, like the fine sand particles raised by the Foehn on the Taklamakan Desert when it blows across the sand dunes.

"Let me introduce myself. I was born in the Western Regions, and I make a living as a wanderer," Luo Ling stroked his chest and said, "I have traveled across deserts, grasslands, mountains, plateaus, great rivers, and many other things. Off the beaten track."

"I am using my feet, and my throat, to find my music. My music comes from nature, from the loneliest trek, and from the most intense emotions."

"I've heard of the name Jiang Xinhai before, and it's a great honor to let a celebrity like you hear my song before my concert, and I'm very grateful to Teacher Chen Ya for giving me this opportunity. "

After all, he plucked the strings and let go of his throat:
"The first snow in 2012,

It is a difficult complex to stay in WLMQ.

You are like a butterfly flying around,

Swaying in the snowy season. "

……

Jiang Xinhai clapped mechanically after listening.

She still didn't hear anything good.

After studying at Binhai University for a while, she already knew the structure of music.

From the structure of this song, there is no structure.

Not to mention the pre-chorus, bridge, etc., there is no difference between the verse and the chorus.

The whole song is like smashing eggs and tomatoes with a juicer, throwing them into a pan and frying them repeatedly, and finally serving them as scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

In terms of Luo Ling's singing skills, it can only be said that he has no singing skills.His voice is as rough as the wind blowing from the Taklamakan mixed with gravel. When the wind whistles in his ears, his tone is dry and undulating, as if he is talking about the hardships the wind has brought along the way.

The only thing that surprised Jiang Xinhai was that the tune of this song had no ups and downs or new ideas, but he didn't feel bored while listening to the whole song.

After Luo Ling finished singing, he actually started crying.

The 30-year-old man let go of Tanbul's hand, but touched his cheek, wiping more and more tears.

Chen Ya walked over like a big brother and patted his back vigorously.

"Don't cry, don't cry, look, Jiang Xinhai applauded for you, isn't your dream about to come true?"

Luo Ling cried out of breath, shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen Ya, I can't make it. I'm too psychologically burdened. I'm going to mess up the concert..."

Chen Ya shoved his shoulder with a look of disgust: "It's not proper to cry and cry, show some heroic spirit."

"They said that I don't understand music, that I don't have any aesthetics, that I'm just a country bumpkin... In fact, I'm okay, but they also said that my music fans are farmers, blind people, people who don't know how to appreciate... ..."

Chen Ya patted him on the back and comforted him, "You don't care what they do? I, Chen Ya, agree with you, that's enough, don't listen to them. They know nothing."

The man said: "However, my mother and my wife have listened to what they said, and they are all calling me, saying, why don't you stop making music, you can't do it, those big seniors, big stars You've already spoken, you can't make music, you've been doing nothing like this..."

Chen Ya said: "The more they think so, the more you have to prove yourself, isn't it?"

Luo Ling was still sobbing, Chen Ya gave Jiang Xinhai an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, it's his important day after a while, and he's a little unstable."

Jiang Xinhai nodded, sat aside dignifiedly, and said:
"It's nothing, I feel...I feel that he must really love his music."

Luo Ling stopped crying.

"How do you know?" Chen Ya asked.

Jiang Xinhai said: "It's just a feeling."

Although she was not moved by Luo Ling's music, she was moved by his passion for music.

"You're going to have a concert soon, right?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

The man nodded: "In another month, I will hold my first concert at the Hung Hom Stadium."

Jiang Xinhai nodded: "That's great. You must be a very good singer if you can hold a concert. Why haven't I heard of you before?"

Chen Ya said: "Luo Ling is his real name, his stage name, you must have heard of it."

"What's his stage name?"

"Sword Wolf."

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