The wind lives in this life policy

This recording studio located in the center of Hengdian is very famous in China. On the one hand, all its hardware facilities are imported from Japan. On the other hand, many original soundtracks of movies will be produced here, which makes the recording studio famous. It also increased steadily.

Ye Xiaofeng acted resolutely, choosing a date is worse than bumping into it, so he said hello to Feng Ce, and fortunately the manager of the recording studio sold Xu Zhen's face, so Ye Xiaofeng took Xu Zhen to play that night.

On the way there, the two stopped a taxi, and Xu Zhen chased Ye Xiaofeng while sitting in the car.

"Why do you suddenly want to go to the recording studio? Didn't you never like singing before?" Xu Zhen guessed that the problem might be Feng Ce, "Are you going to record songs for Feng Ce?" I'm going to annoy you to death" expression, staring at Ye Xiaofeng brightly.

Ye Xiaofeng sighed secretly, fully aware of Xu Zhen's nagging ability, and only replied half a sentence, "I promised him."

"Promise what?" Xu Zhen was excited, "Promise to sing for him? What do you want to sing? Love songs? Or folk songs? Popular?"

"..."

"Speaking of Ye Xiaofeng! I've never heard you sing before!" Xu Zhen tried hard to recall the past, but found that she had never heard Ye Xiaofeng sing, "Can you sing? Don't scare Feng Ce! If it's just a confession, I think you'd better cook a meal..."

"..."

Ye Xiaofeng pinched the forehead indiscriminately.

So Xu Zhen read Ye Xiaofeng to his destination in such a way. When he got off the car, Ye Xiaofeng only felt a pain in his head, and then rubbed his ears that had been tortured for a long time.

The owner of the recording studio is a rich second generation. Rich people spend a lot of money on hardware when they are engaged in music. An agency company that is solely responsible for the rental and maintenance of recording studios.

Manager Qian and Xu Zhen had many acquaintances, and Xu Zhen was one of the best contemporary singers after all. When Xu Zhen opened his mouth, Manager Qian gave him enough face and immediately freed up the evening time. Unexpectedly, when he saw Ye Xiaofeng At that time, his eyes lit up.

"You are……?"

Manager Qian felt that this young man looked very familiar.

Ye Xiaofeng was also taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that after so many years, the agent of this recording studio has not changed.

Xu Zhen's eyes fluttered between the two, "Why, do you know each other?"

"Yes, Boss Qian, I'm Ye Xiaofeng." Ye Xiaofeng smiled and reached out first, "I'm Gu Yan's friend."

"Oh! That's right! Gu Yan!" As soon as he said Gu Yan's name, Manager Qian remembered, "Look at my memory, you have come here with Gu Yan several times before."

But what Ye Xiaofeng didn't know was that the reason why Manager Qian had such a deep impression on Ye Xiaofeng was not only because he and Gu Yan were friends, but also because Manager Qian, as an arranger, occasionally talked about writing with Gu Yan, and Gu Yan They would chat with him a lot about Ye Xiaofeng, especially Gu Yan is not good at chatting and socializing, but when it comes to the word Ye Xiaofeng, it seems that endless words are hidden in this name, like a key, easily Then Gu Yan's heart can be broken.

After the two briefly shook hands, Ye Xiaofeng said, "I want to record two songs, is it convenient?"

"It's convenient, Xu Zhen has already told me, did you bring the demo yourself?"

"No."

"Then I don't know if there is an accompaniment tape."

"It's okay, just lend me the electronic piano."

"You don't need an accompanist?"

"No, I'll play the accompaniment myself."

Manager Qian understood that Ye Xiaofeng wanted to play and sing by himself, "Is it necessary for electronic synthesis? What about the later stage?"

"No need."

"That sheet music..."

"I memorized the score." Ye Xiaofeng was forced by Gu Yan to pass the eighth grade in the piano exam, so memorizing the scores of a few songs was as easy as pie.

Manager Qian had nothing to say, "That's right, I really don't believe you can tell Gu Yan and Xu Zhen that you don't understand anything."

"Don't count me in!" Xu Zhen immediately dismissed, "I have never seen this girl sing a word, today is an eye-opener!" Every time we met back then, Ye Xiaofeng always listened quietly They were bystanders discussing the arrangement of lyrics and music, and occasionally KTV sang a song, and Ye Xiaofeng was only responsible for ordering songs and drinking, and never sang.

But then again, why did Ye Xiaofeng never sing?In the past, there was such a genius in the music world as Gu Yan, and Ye Xiaofeng's refrain from opening his voice could be understood as not wanting to make a fool of himself in front of professionals like them, but now that I think about it, I'm a little confused.

Could it be that it is difficult for Ye Xiaofeng to hear ghosts cry and wolves howl when he sings?

Since only one piano is needed and nothing else is needed, then everything becomes simple, but Manager Qian is not quite sure whether Ye Xiaofeng intends to play first or sing while playing.

But there was no need for him to ask again, Ye Xiaofeng had already given the answer. He moved the entire electronic organ under the condenser microphone, dragged a chair from the side, and put on the headset.

The series of actions were so simple and clear that he didn't think about it. It seemed that he had done such an action before, maybe in the same location in the same recording studio, or maybe it was many years ago, in those green and ignorant years.

"Please try the sound for me." Ye Xiaofeng casually played a piece of harmony.

After the power was turned on, Manager Qian immediately walked to the console, adjusted it for a while, waited for Ye Xiaofeng to adjust the microphone distance on the opposite side, listened carefully to the tone coming from the monitor earphones, and then gave another OK gesture.

Xu Zhen didn't know why, and stood beside him a little excitedly. He didn't know what Ye Xiaofeng would sing, and he didn't know the reason behind it too well, but the factor that he had never heard Ye Xiaofeng sing made him look forward to it more than finishing an arrangement. Feel even more excited.

I saw Ye Xiaofeng let out a deep breath, and his two serious and bright eyes were now inexplicably deep, as if he wanted to remember all the more familiar things through the familiar things, and this short recollection made Ye Xiaofeng record with himself. Under the bright light of the shed, it looked very lonely.

Xu Zhen's originally excited heart fell silent after meeting Ye Xiaofeng's eyes.

This is not at all like the expression that would be produced when playing music for the one he loves. Xu Zhen understood in an instant that Ye Xiaofeng didn't want to sing any song to express his love at all...

"Gu Yan..."

Xu Zhen murmured silently, so softly that he couldn't hear it clearly. Then, a very familiar melody came from Ye Xiaofeng's fingertips, and Xu Zhen was taken aback.

Manager Qian was also a little surprised.He originally thought that the young man was going to play a piece of his own composition, but the prelude turned out to be a popular song that was popular many years ago.

The two have been in the music industry for many years. When they remembered the title of this Cantonese song, the calm and gentle prelude had passed, and someone sang softly:

"Footsteps all over the street, suddenly quiet

The sky is full of cypress trees, suddenly unmoved

Right now, all I need is a can of hot tea

It smells like nothing matters.”

Xu Zhen took a long breath.

He didn't expect Ye Xiaofeng to sing so well.

Since the original singer of this song was a female voice, and Ye Xiaofeng's voice was not high, he dropped a key, and it was this key drop that made the already sad tune even more depressing and helpless. If there is a breathless voice, it makes the lyrics sound like a whisper, and the emotion gradually deepens with the lyrics. Xu Zhen is not a sentimental person, and the tears are ridiculously high, but his nose is inexplicably sore.

"In the record store, exotic folk songs

That kind of happiness is suddenly needed by me

Not kind, at least not as mysterious as missing you

Emotion and tone, become depressed with nostalgia"

As far as the eye can see, there is a person sitting in front of the electronic piano stand, nodding his head and drooping his eyes. Under the light, his jet-black hair is soft and delicate, falling on his forehead and spreading out in front of his eyes, half covering those moving eyes. The closed recording There is not a trace of wind in the shed, and the hair occasionally shakes slightly due to the breath, inadvertently, drawing a lot of warmth.

Xu Zhen watched and listened without moving. He had never thought about the deep meaning of this song before, but he could hear the endless affection in Ye Xiaofeng's voice.

Deep, stable, soothing, gentle...all condensed in the euphemistic lyrics, and then sang all kinds of depression, sadness, unbearable, and sad.

Tears flowed down involuntarily, Xu Zhen never thought that one day, he would be able to be infected by just one person's singing, posture, and expression.

Some people say that music is a way for human beings to vent. There is always a song that can make you put everything aside and listen to it. You can't help but show your face and cry willingly.

"Turning the streets and alleys is like gliding through the waves

Listen to the sky, my heart still beats

About you, I can't meditate, but I can avoid it

Love and desire, leave it to the next incarnation to burn"

Ye Xiaofeng closed his eyes, his field of vision was nothingness, the past was suddenly vivid in his mind, and it was hard to restrain himself from thinking about the time when he supported himself alone.I don't want to say how difficult it is, and I don't want to say how tiring it is. In short, it is the grief that I can't even think about. He tried his best to bury it. He didn't know where or why he wanted to bury it.

That's right, the love is as deep as a fire, it burns everything completely, and wipes it away with a hand, full of ashes.

Once upon a time, he was at a loss holding this pile of ashes, and he couldn't think of any way to forget except to run away. He desperately wanted to forget, forget Gu Yan, forget everything, just like this, deceiving himself and others on the road they had imagined, Taking one step at a time, he doesn't know, doesn't want to know, and doesn't care... But he forgot, forgot that love is like fire and time is like water.

After a long time, the ashes in his hands were finally soaked slowly, becoming damp and heavy.

A deep sadness slowly covered his heart and rushed to his eyes. Ye Xiaofeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the watery light gradually blurred his vision.

"It turned out to be very happy, but I didn't realize it

If you can forget longing, the years are long and the clothes are thin

No matter where you are, don't assume you might be by your side

I can also travel to foreign countries and eat and drink without worry.”

What a pity, those distant promises will eventually disappear with the departure of a person; what a pity, the so-called promises will finally become invisible with the departure of that person; The eyes, the eyes full of tears, finally could no longer bear the grief, and the warm liquid fell silently, dripping on the keys.

Would you blame me?

still blame me...

Then blame me.

Of course you can also blame me...

It turns out that there are so many regrets in this world.

The lyrical yet sad melody is layered on top of each other, like a tightly intertwined net, which traps people firmly inside, unable to escape or break free.Only those who are deeply trapped in the past and cannot extricate themselves will never talk about the past.In the past few years, Ye Xiaofeng never took the initiative to contact them, and Xu Zhenxiao never forced him, because they all knew that they were integrated into the past by Ye Xiaofeng, and meeting them was face to face with the past. He was seriously injured in the past, so how could he look back on the past as if to reopen the scars.

It is said that people who value love are often hurt the most by love. They seem to be calm, but in fact they are dripping with blood.More than once, Xu Zhen longed for someone to show up to accompany someone like Ye Xiaofeng.Gu Yan loved Ye Xiaofeng like a friend for so many years, the departure of this person undoubtedly took away all of Ye Xiaofeng's feelings.

More true than friendship, deeper than family affection, and more serious than love.

So when Ye Xiaofeng's choked voice fell in his ears, Xu Zhen finally understood.

He understood why Ye Xiaofeng sang this song.

Because that is the response.

The response to the powerlessness of the youth, the response to the endless nostalgia of the ignorant youth, and even the response to Gu Yan's posthumous work in the concert.

"It turned out that I was not happy, but I didn't realize it alone.

If you can forget longing, the years are long and the clothes are thin

No matter where you are, don't assume you might be by your side

I can also travel to foreign countries and find sustenance.”

But Ye Xiaofeng's response was both gentle and cruel. He was still the same as before, and he would never force himself to say love because of guilt.

How can I forget those pasts? Memories are not baptized, but they are forever fresh, like the face that never forgets, melted in the years.Years ago, this man never said love, and today, many years later, he still hasn't said love.

He just chose a song, and responded cruelly with a gentle voice that only Gu Yan had ever heard.

For you, he has struggled for many years, abandoned the past, and let go of hope; he kept his promise, followed the agreement, and crawled forward towards the original path... Who knows that fate is ruthless and sentimental, and finally, when he is half body and bruised, he sends you There was a ray of light.

When the song came to an end, Xu Zhen only saw Ye Xiaofeng weeping, knocking down notes one by one, slower and slower, lighter and lighter, until the last set of chords was finally completed in his hands, and the whole recording studio returned to its original state. calm.

Someone buried his face deeply in his palms, and wept bitterly silently.

Those young days, mixed with unrestrained youth were finally completely let go at this moment, and those traces of pain were finally smoothed away quietly in the hands of time, just like in the last words, the person said softly, after the drunken dream, you Let the past go with the wind.

PS: For fear of affecting the progress of emotions, the two chapters were merged.

Song source: Miriam Yeung "Goodbye Erchome"