Yang Jingxing continued: "I think colleagues should communicate more with each other. Sister Yi Chun also likes to communicate with others."

"Yes..." Luo Yin'en nodded and hesitated: "But she became so popular after "In the Heart of the Wind", so I'm sorry to bother you."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Actually, I'm not too busy. I have plenty of time to meet and chat with friends."

"I just want to..." Luo Yin'en didn't know where to start but it was funny: "I don't know how to say it. Pang Xi has always asked me to be more direct with you, but I am embarrassed to meet you. Maybe it's because you are too young."

"You are born in the 1980s if you are no more than two years old." But Yang Jingxing is a man, so he took the initiative: "I think Miss Luo sings with emotion, but she doesn't seem to be able to let go. I don't know what the resistance is?"

"Maybe..." Luo Yin'en wasn't sure: "In my mother's words, it's just a matter of high or low."

Yang Jingxing supported and encouraged: "It is only relatives who have loyal words that are jarring to the ears."

Luo Yin'en introduced herself: "I learned violin when I was eight years old..."

It's true that it's a bit too high to be too low. Luo Yinen's violin enlightenment was the best teacher at the Conservatory of Music of Quhang Normal University. When he was twelve or thirteen years old, he had a deeper understanding of the content and system of serious music. At the same time, he had to accept that he was not good enough.

It was suitable for the cruel reality of playing the piano, but he still refused to admit defeat and wanted to save the country through curves and switched to the pop music department.

"I don't dare to say that I have learned piano. I'm afraid that others will know!" Luo Yin'en seemed to slowly open up the conversation: "Can you understand? I still remember the first time I called you. I didn't dare to say this, you would look down on me.

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"No." Yang Jingxing shook his head repeatedly and said, "Why should I look down on anyone?"

Luo Yin'en nodded: "I know...but me, I have a strong self-esteem and have always wanted to do something on my own. My mother invested in my first play. It took me a few years to know..."

No wonder it didn't work. Luo Yin'en was also afraid that her classmates and friends would say that she was supported by money from her family. She would avoid doing good things that others would never think of. Moreover, she also had the prejudice left over from studying serious music, so the theme song of the popular TV series had a negative impact on her.

It's not something to be proud of.

Yang Jingxing sympathized: "You are carrying too much burden. No one can achieve anything on his own, let alone high or low."

Luo Yin'en asked: "What about you?"

Yang Jingxing said confidently: "Without the support of my family, teachers and friends, I would be nothing. What I am talking about is not spiritual support, but material and money, but relationships and opportunities. It goes without saying that it is such a simple truth that mutual achievement can be achieved, but Miss Luo has too high demands on herself.

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Luo Yin'en was stunned for a while and confessed: "I have mental mysophobia."

Yang Jingxing considered it: "You can have mysophobia, but if it's too severe, you won't be able to blend in. For example, I feel dirty and don't want to sit on this chair that others have sat on. Then I won't be able to make music."

Luo Yin'en didn't quite understand. Is this mocking herself? She was a little angry: "Then how do you view the gap between yourself and ordinary people?"

Yang Jingxing: "We are all human beings, and human beings are just human beings. It's just that there are some differences between us in the current state of civilization. Back in the primitive society, we all drank raw materials and drank blood. In the future, we may all understand Bach and Beethoven to the same extent. It doesn't matter."

Gap. I think we should pay more attention to differences. We can regard the differences between people as musical intervals to achieve the beauty of music."

Luo Yin'en has the foundation: "Voices are high or low, not high or low."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly, almost coming back: "Maybe everyone likes different sound ranges, but what makes the beauty of music is the entire sound range. The more you can accept, the more you can feel and the more conducive it is to creation. I think creation is first of all

It is a process of self-acceptance, which is why I suggest you make an anthology. It is also a process of re-accepting and experiencing your past artistic career."

Luo Yin'en nodded repeatedly...

Art cannot be separated from life, that is, family, friendship and love. Although Luo Yin'en does not write lyrics or music, her album songs are carefully selected from a large number of songs. The choice of each song is deeply influenced by her own life.

. Speaking of which, she is a thirty-year-old woman, so she and Pang Xi can still talk to each other. They are all ups and downs in life.

Many of Luo Yin'en's emotional conflicts seem to stem from her very strong and controlling mother, who has even become her shadow, but she has to admit that her mother loves her very much, and she also loves her mother very much... She even shed tears when she said it.

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As for Yang Jingxing, he can only refill a cup of coffee for the customer, and he is not very good at playing with the coffee machine.

"Thank you." Luo Yin'en wiped his eyes carefully before picking up the cup, crying: "I have never met anyone who can understand my singing."

"This is what I do." Yang Jingxing was not proud: "We talked a lot today. Thank you, Miss Luo, for telling me so much and letting me understand your music mood better. You have worked hard too. I suggest we stop here today.

, if you think my ideas are helpful, just think more in these directions, and we will find time next time. By the way, do you know Teacher Chang or the others?"

Luo Yin'en nodded, looking up at Chu Chu piti, who looked the same as he did ten years ago: "Can you stay with me for a while longer?"

Yang Jingxing thought there was a better candidate: "I'll call Pang Xilai, wait a moment."

When He Peiyuan answered the call from the scoundrel, she praised him: "It was a good conversation. It was a familiar conversation. It's already eleven o'clock!"

Yang Jingxing demanded precision: "It's obviously only forty-eight."

He Peiyuan was still doubtful: "It's over? Are you off work?"

Yang Jingxing replied: "Everyone is out and going home."
Chapter completed!