"Please listen to my next song - "Hills"."

Jiang Xinhai paused and then said: "Actually, I don't plan to sing this song."

"When Mi Mi gave me the lyrics and music, I took one look at it and didn't dare to sing."

"Because I feel like I can't sing it. I'm afraid only Chian Chi himself can sing the feeling of this song."

"However, I like this song very, very much. I hope to try my best to sing the whole song. I hope everyone can give me more encouragement."

Li Mengyao blinked her eyes.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would have doubted whether it was Jiang Xinhai who spoke.

This is too modest!

You know, her singing skills are already world-class.

If there is a song in this world that even she can’t sing, who else can!?

Could it be that Ju Chi's singing skills are better than hers?

The tinny sound of guitar sounded.

DoSoReLaSo...very light chords.

It's completely different from "Summer Wind" just now. This song has a quiet and low beginning.

Jiang Xinhai lowered his head, sat on the chair, and looked at the strings seriously.

If just now she was telling a story with her singing, now she is telling a story with her guitar.

The summer wind blows by, and when the wind gradually subsides, the mountain moon rises in the east, quietly illuminating the earth. It is all white.

Li Mengyao seemed to see a lonely and towering hill appear in front of her eyes.

The shape of that hill is weird, like a stubborn, stubborn old man who has been abandoned by the times.

After a long time, Jiang Xinhai finally spoke:

“There is still a lot that I want to say but haven’t said yet.

I save it because I want to write it into a song.

Let people sing softly and remember lightly.

Even if you finally forget it, it’s still worth it.”

Li Mengyao stared at the phone screen while reading the lyrics.

It feels a bit hard to see.

The style of this song is completely different from the one just now.

If I was singing an emotion just now, then this song is like really telling a story.

Tell a story that is new to her.

"Perhaps every thought in my life,

Fortunately, they formed a river.

Then we both stood at one end and looked at the bends of the river.

I finally dare to be bold and face it with a playful smile,

The difficulty of life.”

These first few sentences seem to be the singer's inner voice.

Li Mengyao quickly realized that this was not what Jiang Xinhai wanted.

This is the voice of Ju Chi.

It feels like Mianchi is a very free and easy middle-aged man. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to write this kind of lyrics.

She couldn't help but become curious: What's the story so close?

"Maybe we never matured,

Before I know it, I am getting old soon

Even though he is still alive in his heart, he is still that young man."

She saw a self-deprecating smile on Jiang Xinhai's lips and plucked the strings:

"I look back frequently because I am uneasy,

Asking ignorantly, ashamed to ask for help

Tirelessly crossing over,

Every hill.”

…

Jiang Xinhai's clear and clear voice caught Li Mengyao's attention.

She saw a middle-aged man walking on the barren and desolate land, his face covered with dust and his temples like frost.

The man climbed hard, climbing the hill that didn't look steep.

As the mountain moon curved up into the sky, the man finally reached the top of the mountain.

However, looking forward, there is no one; looking back, there is no one——

"Over the hills,

Although his head is gray.

chatter,

The sorrow that time does not give me.

I haven’t yet seen immortality as I wish,

Just get rid of yourself first..."

…

For seven full minutes, Li Mengyao was immersed in a nameless emotion.

She just listened quietly, and didn't come back to her senses until the song ended.

After listening to it, she was even more sure that this song was from her heart.

He wanted to use singing to tell a story to the audience.

However, he didn't mention a word about what he had experienced.

He was like a man who had been washed away by time and was riddled with holes like a rock. He lit up a cigarette in the bar after dusk and seemed to want to talk about the past.

However, he didn't say anything in the end. He just said lightly in the smoke:

"After crossing the hill, I realized that no one was waiting."

Li Mengyao felt vaguely touched.

But what exactly does this lyric mean?

She couldn't help but open the mobile encyclopedia page and type in the word "close".

On the musician's page, there is no photo, no date of birth, and no identifying information.

There are only a lot of masterpieces and hundreds of awards he has won.

This man seems to have left no trace of his life in the world.

In other words, he was born just to write songs.

In Li Mengyao's imagination, right next to him was a middle-aged man over 35 years old.

Wearing a decent suit, his hair was combed into an elegant shape typical of middle-aged men.

I don't know if he is handsome or not, but he should be a bit handsome, otherwise Jiang Xinhai wouldn't like him.

I heard that I grew up in a small mountain village and left my hometown when I was young.

What exactly did he go through to have such a realization?

What a mysterious man.

Li Mengyao clicked on the comment page:

"Xinhai, do you know how I have spent these five years! I have been waiting for your new song for five years!"

"I'm back, I feel it, the old village is back!"

"Jiang Xinhai is awesome! So close is awesome!"

"The summer breeze sounds so nice! It's already on my head. Is there a free version? I want the single to be played on repeat!"

"To be honest, these two songs are more valuable than all Li Xingliang's songs combined. I still don't remember any of his songs."

"After the gods retired, the Chinese music scene became a bunch of clowns playing house behind closed doors. Today, a god kicked open the door, reminding the Chinese music scene again of the fear of being dominated..."
To be continued...