"Is that your boyfriend?"

"……no."

Jiang Xinhai realized for the first time that people's hearts are unpredictable after the other party showed an expression like "As expected of a celebrity, we are already living together before we are even boyfriend and girlfriend."

She rushed upstairs with the momentum of leaving everything behind, and when she opened the door, noisy guitar and drum beats poured out.

“The first snow in 2012 came later than usual.

The No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor took away the last falling yellow leaf..."

Jiang Xinhai heard a hoarse and unfamiliar voice singing loudly, and a smell of gasoline mixed with sweat and mutton hit his face.

She was choked to tears, lowered her head, scratched her throat and started coughing.

Chen Ya was sitting in the room, banging the drums with a smile on his face. Another short, fat man wearing a peaked cap was holding a guitar in his hand, strumming the strings and singing into the microphone.

Jiang Xinhai was so shocked by this sudden and shocking scene that he could not speak for a long time. It was only after Chen Ya struck the cymbal several times that the noise dissipated from the room like the tide of war.

Jiang Xinhai had a little tinnitus and rubbed her small ears.

"Let me introduce you," Chen Ya stood up and said, "Xinhai, this is Luo Ling, Luo Ling, this is Jiang Xinhai."

The man in the peaked cap nodded to Jiang Xinhai and said, "Hello! I have long admired your name!"

Jiang Xinhai looked him up and down, then pinched his nose.

She determined that, leaving aside the source of the sweat odor, the mutton smell must have come from this person.

"Sorry, I just moved a lot of things, and I'm covered in stinky sweat." The man reported with an embarrassed smile.

Looking around the room, there were two huge cardboard boxes, a sofa, a drum set, a guitar, and an electronic keyboard.

Jiang Xinhai pointed at Chen Ya and said, "It's okay, he's also covered in stinky sweat."

Chen Ya pointed at the man and said, "My friend Luo Ling happened to come over to see me today, so I got together with him to help him practice his new song."

Luo Ling put his arm around Chen Ya's shoulders and said, "What a friend, Chen Ya is my guide, my guide!"

"Oh." Jiang Xinhai didn't really understand.

She glanced at Luo Ling up and down. He looked about thirty years old. He was wearing a very ill-fitting dark green short-sleeved T-shirt. There was a rough cartoon avatar printed in the middle of the T-shirt. He had a small belly unique to middle-aged people.

It bulged out.

Like Chen Ya, he also wears a pair of sneakers.

The dressing sense of these two people is exactly the same, rustic and unrestrained. They were so happy when playing music just now that Jiang Xinhai wanted to call them sneaker brothers.

"That was his new song just now?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"Yes, the name is "The First Snow in 2012"." Chen Ya said, "This song will definitely become a hit!"

Jiang Xinhai didn't quite believe it.

She felt that the song didn't feel like it was sung, but like it was howled out. Or rather, it was said out loud.

Chen Ya suddenly pointed at Luo Ling and said, "Come here, take out your tambourine, and let's sing another song!"

Luo Ling rubbed his hands excitedly: "Is that okay? I won't disturb you?"

"Okay, sing, let Xinhai listen to your music!"

Luo Ling took out a travel bag that was covered in dust on the ground and turned into yellow and black, and took out an exotic piano from it.

"What is this?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

"Playing Boolean." Chen Ya said, "It is a national musical instrument. When you listen to it, you will feel absolutely different."

As soon as Luo Ling strummed the strings, the strings sounded finely as if it were tickling his heart, just like the foehn wind in the Taklimakan Desert, blowing through the sand dunes and raising fine sand grains.

"Let me introduce myself. I was born in the Western Region. I make a living by wandering," Luo Ling said, stroking his chest. "I have traveled through deserts, grasslands, mountains, and plateaus. I have walked through big rivers, and there are many more."

Off the beaten path.”

"I am using my feet and my throat to find my music together. My music comes from nature, from the most ardent emotions in the loneliest trek."

"I have heard of the name Jiang Xinhai before. I feel very honored to have a celebrity like you hear my song before my concert, and I am very grateful to Teacher Chen Ya for giving me this opportunity.

"

After that, he plucked the strings and let go of his throat:

“The first snow in 2012,

It’s a complex that makes it difficult to leave WLMQ.

You are like a butterfly flying around,

Swaying in the snowy season."

…

After Jiang Xinhai finished listening, he clapped mechanically.

She still didn't hear anything good about it.

After studying at Binhai University for a period of time, she already knew the structure of music.

From the structure of this song, it has no structure.

Not to mention the pre-chorus, bridge, etc., there is no difference between the verse and the chorus.

The whole song is like smashing eggs and tomatoes together with a juicer, then throwing them into a pot and frying them repeatedly, and finally serving them to the table and saying they are scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

In terms of Luo Ling's singing ability, it can only be said that he has no singing ability. His voice is as rough as the wind blowing from Taklimakan mixed with gravel. When the wind whistles in his ears, the tone rises and falls dryly, as if he is describing the wind coming all the way.

hardships.

The only thing that makes Jiang Xinhai feel strange is that this song has no ups and downs or new ideas, but when listening to the whole song, it doesn't feel boring.

After Luo Ling finished singing, he actually started crying.

The thirty-year-old man let go of Dambul's hand, but touched his own cheek, wiping away more and more tears.

Chen Ya walked over like a big brother and patted his back hard.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Look, Jiang Xinhai is applauding you. Isn't your dream about to come true?"

Luo Ling cried so hard that he was out of breath. He shook his head and said, "Teacher Chen Ya, I can't do it. My psychological burden is too heavy. I'm going to screw up the concert..."

Chen Ya pushed him on the shoulder with a look of disgust on his face: "How decency is it to cry and cry? Show some heroism."

“They said I didn’t understand music, that I had no sense of aesthetics, and that I was just a country bumpkin... Actually, they said I was okay, but they also said that my music fans were all farmers, blind streamers, and people who didn’t understand appreciation...

…”

Chen Ya patted his back and comforted him: "What do you care about them? I, Chen Ya, approve of you. That's enough. Don't listen to them. They know nothing."

The man said: "But my mother and my wife listened to their words and called me, saying, "Why don't you stop making music? You can't do it. Those great seniors and big stars"

I’ve told you, you can’t make music, you’ve been so useless..."

Chen Ya said: "The more they think so, the more you have to prove yourself, right?"

Luo Ling was still sobbing, and Chen Ya gave Jiang Xinhai an apologetic look.

"Sorry, it will be an important day for him in a while, and his mood is a bit unstable."

Jiang Xinhai nodded, sat aside demurely, and said:

"It's nothing, I feel...I feel like he must love his music very much."

Luo Ling stopped crying.

"How do you know?" Chen Ya asked.

Jiang Xinhai said: "It's just a feeling."

Although she was not moved by Luo Ling's music, she was moved by his passion for music.

"You're going to have a concert soon, right?" Jiang Xinhai asked.

The man nodded: "In one month's time, I will hold my first concert at the Hung Hom Stadium."

Jiang Xinhai nodded: "That's great. If you can hold a concert, you must be a very good singer. Why haven't I heard of you before?"

Chen Ya said: "Luo Ling is his real name, and you must have heard of his stage name."

"What's his stage name?"

"Sword Wolf."

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Chapter completed!