() This amazing song comes from an amazing comedy movie…
Sitting in the booth, Yang Yi couldn’t do it, so he got up with his guitar, and the others followed him to the middle of the coffee shop. Yang Yi sat on the small stool in front of the piano.
Because Qianli Chuanshu often comes to the store to perform, two microphones are also equipped here. Just in time, Fang Tang can come and help Yang Yi adjust, one microphone is aimed at the guitar, and the other is pointed at Yang Yi’s mouth.
“Is this going to be a performance?” There were also several student guests in the coffee shop, two couples and three singles. They all looked over curiously when they saw this scene.
The coffee shop on this street corner often has performances. I didn’t expect to bump into it once. Of course, not everyone can recognize Yang Yi, who has always been low-key.
It was a girl from a classical music college who looked strangely at Hu Songnan, who was being supported by Hu Yongxiang. She whispered to her boyfriend: “That old grandfather is very familiar! I seem to have seen it somewhere.”
Of course I’ve seen him. In the college building, there are still pictures of him and his previous tours in various countries! It’s just that the old man in the photo doesn’t look so old…
“Dad, will you sit down?” Hu Yongxiang said with concern.
“No, I’ll stand and listen, Xiao Yang can surprise me every time!” Hu Songnan said cheerfully.
Yang Yi adjusted and started his “playing”. There was no nonsense. His thick and long fingers swiped slowly on the guitar. A string of exotic preludes was like a stream in the mountains. Flowing out meanderingly.
In the transition of the prelude, the bright rhythm slowed down a little, and Yang Yi started to sing.
“The past is past and will never come again…” (Note 1)
Including Murphy, who was looking forward to the side, everyone was stunned.
This song?
Cantonese songs?
Of course, it’s not uncommon for Yang Yi to write and sing Cantonese songs. It’s just that he wrote it to Chen Yijie in the past, and he basically never sang it. Now he suddenly sings a Cantonese song…and he sings it in a perfect accent without any flaws in his accent, which makes everyone feel a little strange.
Murphy is okay, she knows Yang Yi’s ability, and she is more interested in Yang Yi’s singing.
It’s different from the smoothness he usually sings when he sings pop songs. It seems that Yang Yi’s singing has a little more vicissitudes of life at the moment, and he also deliberately uses obvious pauses to set off the cruelty of the years…
But it was only because Murphy was more familiar with Yang Yi that he could hear this deliberateness. The other customers in the coffee shop couldn’t help but indulge in Yang Yi’s strong mature man’s voice, as if it was natural, Yang Yi It was supposed to be like this!
The song is very lonely, but the lyrics are even more sad…
Hu Songnan was stunned when he heard Yang Yi’s first sentence.
The past, the present, and the past will never come back. Are these lyrics referring to yourself? In the past, it was the old wife who had passed away, but now, it is Mumu’s old self, right?
“The red and red leaves are buried in the dust…”
Such lyrics, like a gust of wind, blew away the deeply buried memory of the old man. Tears began to flow from his sunken eyes and cloudy eyes.
Hu Yongxiang also sighed with emotion. Of course, he is in a high position and relatively determined, and he also knows how much such a sad song affects people’s emotions.
He persuaded again: “Dad, shall we sit down and listen?”
“Don’t be noisy!” The old man scolded impatiently, just as Hu Yongxiang disturbed Hu Songnan’s study of music many years ago when he was a child.
In front of the music, the old man seems to have changed a person, picky and strict…
Murphy noticed, she looked around, patted Xixi on the shoulder, and whispered, “Xixi, go there and bring a stool for grandpa to sit on.”
It’s the kind of high-footed red plastic stools. I didn’t have them originally, but sometimes they wanted to use them for performances, so they made two. Most of the time, they would be put away, which is very annoying…
This kind of stool is light and airy, and Xixi has no problem picking it up.
The little girl just didn’t understand what her father was singing. She trotted over obediently and brought a stool, but not one, but two stacked stools.
Although it is not heavy, this stool is very high after all. Seeing Xixi raising her hands high, holding them up, there is a hint of labored expression on her little face.
“Grandpa, sit down!” Xixi walked over to Hu Songnan and said in a clear voice.
Hu Songnan is still a little annoyed, who bothers him again?
But seeing the little girl with her small head raised and her big eyes full of hope, waiting for her praise, the old man lost his temper.
“Okay, good boy! Thank you!” The old man sat down with a smile. He didn’t know that the stools under his buttocks were actually two stacked on top of each other. Hu Yongxiang could only stand helplessly.
“No thanks! Hee hee!” Xixi ran back to her mother contentedly.
At this time, Yang Yi continued to sing: “My lover will never come again after we say goodbye, sit silently and look at the world…”
The lyrics are not only sad, but also have a heavy attitude that seems to be free and easy, but can’t actually be put down, just like the accompaniment guitar sound, light and dance-like rhythm, soft and slow The **** of the pick has a strong exotic style, but at the same time, this melody still has a deep sadness, which makes people seem to be depressed and hard to let go.
“Although the flowers will wither, they will bloom again. The love of a lifetime is vague, outside the white clouds…”
Hearing this sentence, young people may not feel anything, but the sadness in Hu Songnan’s heart is like a field in spring that has been plowed out.
The beauty of this lyric is similar to that of the classic poem – “Flowers will reopen, and people will never be young again.” – has the same effect!
Yes! After the flowers are gone, they will bloom again. The person whom I love in my life “leaves”, but will never come back…
Yang Yi still sang the climax in the tone he imitated the original song.
“The sea of bitterness, translating, can’t afford love and hate…” Especially a transliteration, sings the taste of life.
“It’s hard to escape fate in this world, and blind date is unapproachable, or I should believe it’s fate…”
After a song was sung quietly, Hu Songnan was already in tears. Looking at the excited appearance of his old father, Hu Yongxiang was a little worried whether this intense emotion would cause any major problems.
Murphy also understands this song. She, who has a mad love for music, is deeply immersed in the emotion expressed by this song, although she knows that Yang Yi is singing Mr. Hu The story with my grandmother, but I couldn’t help being moved, my heart was heavy, and my tears fell.
Everyone hears this song differently. Like other customers in the coffee shop, most people are confused and can’t understand the meaning of the lyrics.
“What do you think of this song?” the boyfriend of the classical music school girl asked his girlfriend, “I think it sounds weird?”
“I don’t understand Cantonese songs either, but the guy sang really well, very retro, very unique singing ~IndoMTL.com~ and the melody is also very good.” The girl’s attention was placed here.
Don’t talk about them, after Yang Yi finished singing, he didn’t move, he was waiting.
Hu Songnan was aroused by this song a lot of memories and emotions, and after a while, he slowly recovered. After all, the old man is a person who has experienced wind and frost. Although he is still a little sad, he is no longer addicted to it, but slowly pulls himself back.
I saw the old man wipe away his tears and said with a smile: “I’ll make you laugh. Xiao Yang, you sing this song reminds me of her again! Alas, this person is old, and it’s easy to get emotional when listening to songs. !”
Yang Yi strummed the guitar strings and asked, “Grandpa Hu, how about I sing “Long Time No See” for you again?”
“No, the song just now is enough! As I said, I only need to think about her once a day, and save what I think about when I go to her later!” Hu Songnan adjusted his mentality very well, and even joked .
Hu Yongxiang asked curiously, “Xiao Yang, is this your new song? What’s its name?”
Yang Yi smiled slightly: “”The Love of My Life”!”