"Uh, I accidentally picked it up. So … do you want to sing?"
Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared, Dong Danwen was stunned. Dongfang Lu was stunned. Dongfang Wan, who was in the crowd, was also stunned. Gu Jiaming, what is this guy doing here?
Lingjing, on the other hand, opened her eyes wide on the stage. She shook the rose in her hand and walked over. Just now, she put the rose in a vase beside the stage and rolled her eyes.
"Why are you only here now?"
"I had a flat tire on the way, so I was delayed for a while."
"Oh, do you know how to sing?
I've never heard you sing … "
"When someone covets my wife, I can only force myself if I don't know how to sing …"
When they brushed past each other, the two whispered a few words. Although it was only for a moment, their intimate attitude was obviously different from when they met Dongfang Lu. After greeting Dongfang Lu, Jiaming smiled and took the microphone.
The two were nodding acquaintances when they were in school. Dongfang Lu believed that Jiaming and Shasha were boyfriend and girlfriend, so he didn't have much hostility. However, just as he walked off the stage, he heard Jiaming on the stage say embarrassedly, "Uh, since the previous person used the song he wrote to perform, then I might as well use the song I wrote to perform. Do you have any blank staves?"
As soon as this sentence was said, the people below fell silent. At this time, where could they find a blank stave? Lingjing was anxious. Dongfang Lu had already taken a few from Zheng Zepei. Lingjing quickly handed them to him. Jiaming wrote on the piano, then picked up the microphone and laughed, "Hehe, well, this is what I wrote a few days ago when I was forced to read a romance novel by someone. Originally, there were instruments like pipa and erhu mixed in, but now there's definitely not enough people, so I can only use the piano … uh, and drums …"
Hearing the pipa and erhu, the people below laughed and said, "Are you going to sing a Beijing opera?"
Lingjing looked at the staves and rolled her eyes, meaning that Shasha and I didn't force you to read romance novels.
Dongfang Wan looked at this scene from below the stage, but she was thinking about something else.
In such a performance, there was no nervousness or stage fright, and he could speak methodically. In fact, from the moment he stepped on the stage, this young man seemed to have become a different person. He still had that ordinary face and decent casual clothes, but it was undeniable that at this time, he had a more stable stage presence than many specially trained singers and movie stars.
Of course, it could also be because he had always been carefree, so no one could cause him any pressure …
On the other hand, looking at the young man on the stage, Zheng Zepei laughed: "Jianghai City is really a place with crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Young Master Lu, this classmate of yours also knows how to write lyrics and compose music?"
Dongfang Lu looked at Jiaming on the stage, then slightly frowned, shook his head and smiled: "Heh, I've never heard of him knowing these before. This Gu Jiaming classmate usually keeps a low profile …"
Dong Danwen said coldly: "How is this keeping a low profile? I think he's causing trouble."
After saying this, she felt that she seemed to have lost her composure. After a slight pause, she simply treated the martial arts competition at school as a joke and told the two people opposite her. Just now, she deliberately ignored Dongfang Lu beside her, but Dongfang Lu didn't care about her. A moment later, Zheng Zepei shook his head and laughed. From the moment he heard Jiaming say that there would be pipa and erhu in his songs, he didn't have much hope. At this moment, he felt that this high school student was causing trouble.
After about three to five minutes, Jiaming finished writing the piano score, handed it to Lingjing, and nodded.
Lingjing pursed her lips and took a deep breath … Just now, she was accompanying Dongfang Lu, and that was also the first time she played a piece of music. She didn't feel any nervousness in her heart, but at this moment, her heart was filled with anticipation and apprehension. On one hand, she hoped that Jiaming would bring her a surprise, and on the other hand, she was afraid that Jiaming's score wouldn't be good. She didn't mind, but Jiaming would inevitably be looked down upon by others.
"Uh, cough cough, hmm, this is the audition …" Jiaming sat in front of the drum, plugged in the microphone, adjusted the position of himself and the drum, then smiled at Lingjing, who was obviously still nervous, "Heh, it seems that my companion is still a little nervous … Take a deep breath, I'm here."
Sitting in front of the piano, Lingjing looked at the encouraging smile. After a moment, she took a deep breath and swept her eyes to the audience below the stage.
This was not a special concert. Most of the people were looking at the stage with the intention of watching a good show. People were talking and laughing.
Below the stage, there were also the members of the Student Union that she knew. Some clapped and cheered, some nodded, some ignored, and some had a look of disdain.
This was the first time that she and Jiaming were on the same stage like this. He said: Don't be afraid, I'm here …
She had imagined the society they would face in the future, perhaps … it was somewhat similar to the situation now.
As long as he said: I'm here …
This was the first performance for the husband and wife.
"Well, it's starting."
Her voice sounded faintly, a little nervous, but also calm and tranquil, "The name of the song is … Dongfeng Po."
Then, the elegant and peaceful piano melody sounded in the banquet hall.
*****
A solitary lamp of parting sorrow stands at the window
Behind the door, I pretend that you haven't left
The old place is like revisiting the full moon, more lonely
The candle in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me …
…
Under the light, along with the melody of the piano, Jiaming's voice began to sound. The sixteen-year-old boy had just gone through the voice-changing period. Imitating Jay Chou's voice might still be a little lacking, but in the category of ordinary people, it was enough, even close to perfection.
A truly perfect killer needed to be familiar with many things, especially for a killer like Jiaming who was used to disguise. Often, marksmanship, stealth, and other things were secondary. Many times, he needed to perfectly play a completely different person and appear in different places.
As one of the best killers, from a noble to a beggar, he could perfectly transform. He knew philosophy, wine tasting, current affairs, knew all kinds of musical instruments, was proficient in mechanical physics, dabbled in medicine and was proficient in poison. He knew ventriloquism and could play different voices. After makeup, he could even become a perfect woman — as long as he did not go to bed …
He had no principles in life, no concept of good and evil, and no feelings of shame or humiliation.
In order to survive, no one could imagine how many struggles he had experienced and how much training he had undergone.
The only thing he did not understand was how to live like an ordinary person, because that was something that could not be trained.
Therefore, under the light, he always looked at Lingjing who was playing the piano. Over the years, he had always followed her gaze and footsteps.
…
A pot of wandering wandering the world, hard to swallow
After you leave, the wine warms up memories and misses you
Water flows to the east, how to steal time
Flowers bloom, but I miss it
…
A faint melody, a calm voice, and a drumbeat that seemed to beat on people's hearts.
Almost after the first few lines flowed slowly, there was no more noise in the hall.
Dongfang Wan, who was originally prepared to watch the show, could not help but take a deep breath, and her eyes became confused. Dong Danwen, who was still talking about Jiaming's embarrassing things, did not make a sound. Her lips opened and closed, and her expression seemed to be somewhat unbelievable. Zheng Zepei stopped joking, looked at Elder Huang who was already sitting beside him, and then looked at the performer on the stage, and adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
If a singer released a normal album, they would not be surprised and would only express admiration. However, in such a situation where they were completely unprepared, the appearance of such a song really shocked them too much.
Relatively speaking, Dongfang Lu's song was as childish as a child's entry work.
…
Who is playing the song Dongfeng Po with the pipa
Years are peeling off the wall, I see when I was young
I still remember that we were very young that year
And now the faint sound of the piano, I'm waiting for you, you haven't heard
…
Before going on stage, Jiaming had thought of a lot of songs that could be created at his age. This choice was very difficult, because all famous songs were written by mature songwriters. Many things, after all, needed to be settled down.
So in the end, when he finally chose Dongfang Po, he said in advance that he felt it after reading a romance novel.
After all, it was reasonable for a genius youth to write a new song to express his worries. As for some people who did not believe and wanted to investigate, he was too lazy to care.
This was an epoch-making work in the pop music world, and here, it was a work that surpassed the era.
From this song, China style began to deeply penetrate into pop music. Before this song, almost anything that flaunted the combination of China style and pop music could be said to be a half-finished product. If not careful, it could be written into something like Beijing Opera. This was also why Zheng Zepei and others snorted when they heard instruments like pipa and guzheng.
Only professional musicians knew how difficult it was.
Not long after, the first verse of the song began to end.
…
Who is playing the song Dongfeng Po with the pipa
The maple leaves dye the story's ending, I see through
The old road outside the fence, I hold your hand as I walk
In this age of desolation, even breakups are silent …
The perfect tune of Jiangnan, with the innocence of past love, the past in everyone's heart … flowed out with the sound of the music.
Looking at the attention of the audience and feeling Jiaming's gaze, Lingjing suddenly felt like crying. Tears quietly flowed out, some from excitement, some from worry.
To her, the lyrics were too infectious and too sad. She did not want that kind of silent breakup. Why did Jiaming sing like this? Was he also worried?
Halfway through the second verse of the song, suddenly, Lingjing's piano was disrupted. Then, Jiaming held the drumsticks and stopped in mid-air.
The whole hall fell into silence as if there was a time gap …
*****
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