Chapter 20 (1/2)

Ling Yanchuan finds that his favorite tune has been filled in first, and he feels that brain melon seeds are buzzing.

Trembling right hand holding the mouse, heart full of unwilling, he opened the audio file behind the play button.

Soon, the beautiful Prelude floated into my ears.

He couldn't help crying at the thought that this first-class song was tainted by third rate words.

However

After all, the tears fell down.

But with the original sad mood, together with the frame in the face.

”... the sound of prosperity escapes the world.”

Yo?

Not bad?

”The dream is cold, and I've been in debt all my life.”

The index finger taps the beat on the table, and Ling Yanchuan can't help but hum.

”If you acquiesce --”

”Life and death wait.”

”Ring after ring”

Notes like raindrops fall on the bluestone Road, leading to the mottled gate of the ancient city of Luoyang.

The poetic lyrics, like the ink dots in ink painting, describe the people under the gate and the people crossing the time.

Although the word is not clear, but it is just a good accident.

It's just a good way to tell the choking past.

It's just a good way to tell the endless history of Li Shang.

A few epilogues fell on ”Xi”, especially filled with a bit of coldness. Ling Yanchuan seemed to feel the cold rain hitting him.

Can't help but close his eyes, now he has been immersed in the music——

And then there's the picture that's being painted by music.

Through the misty rain, with his eyes closed, he seemed to see the person who came back from wandering around the world.

As if I saw the lonely ancient temple.

It seems that I saw the tomb under the rain

The song ends.

Ling Yanchuan sat on the chair for a long time.

I don't know how many minutes passed before he silently pressed the play button again.

I do not know how many times the cycle, he took a long breath, his face emerged a trace of calm relief.

”I see...”

”No wonder brother Yunshen refused my request...”

”If he could write such a word, it would be my voluntary recommendation, but it would be superfluous.”

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head.

”No matter what.”

It's different from who's the king of songs.

This time, Ling Yanchuan was convinced.

He asked himself that he might not be able to make such a word even if he had devoted all his life.

He even had a feeling.

This is not only a word, but also a novel. On the unopened page, there is a period of waste in troubled times, and a story that has not been recorded in history.

yes.

It's not so much filling in words.

On the contrary, it's more like this song was born for this word!

”Who the hell is this guy?”

The ability of composing words and music is so strong that it is impossible to be an unknown person!

But who is he?

Why wear a vest of ”deep clouds don't know where”?

Ling Yanchuan is driven by his expanding curiosity.

At the moment, he is eager to find out who created the song ”fireworks easy to cold”.

All of a sudden, his heart slightly moved, his eyes fell on the previously ignored singer information column, and his eyes suddenly glowed.

Although the ”cloud deep does not know where” is a trumpet that has just registered, the account that uploaded the vocal version of ”fireworks easy to cool” is not like a newcomer.

If the identity of this ”Qianyuan” is clear

I'm not sure, he can reveal the true body of Yunshen brother!

”How could I forget such an important thing!”

No wonder, however, that he would unconsciously ignore it.

After all, from a musician's point of view, songs and words can be given a full score of 10 points, while the singer's singing skills can be given a maximum of 6 to 7 points, which can not be higher. This is due to the combination of timbre and song itself.

Compared with the song itself, there is nothing special about the singer.

Ling yanchuansheng is confident. It's the same song. If it's sung by him, it will be more brilliant than this ”Qianyuan”.

A lot of places that can show off their skills have been wasted. This guy didn't fully exploit the potential of this song.

Mouth excited to mumble a few words, Ling Yanchuan quickly holding the mouse, opened the singer's personal home page.