It was a young man's voice that was cold and aloof. Compared to the original song, it lacked the vicissitudes of life, but it had a more youthful vibe that only a young man would have.
The song Wang Ling was playing was a cover of the song "Old Boys" by a group called "The Chopsticks Brothers" from another world line.
This song was about the confusion of not being able to express one's feelings to the girl one loved deeply and being afraid of being rejected. It expressed the feeling that one was no longer young and that things were the same, but people were different.
Wang Ling liked this song very much.
Wang Ling remembered that he had once liked a girl when he had his first awakening of love. But because of his own reasons, he hadn't said a word until graduation.
He had been afraid that he would hurt the other party.
At that moment, Wang Ling was playing "Old Boys" in this rundown little restaurant with his guitar in his arms, and there was a different kind of emotion in it. As soon as he opened his mouth, both Boss Tan and Tang Youning were directly intoxicated …
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That's the person I miss and love day and night ~
How on earth should I express it ~
Will she accept me ~
…
Maybe I'll never say those words to her ~
I'm destined to wander the world ~
How can I have any worries ~
Dreams are always out of reach ~
Should I give up ~
Flowers bloom and wilt, and it's the rainy season ~
Spring, where are you ~
…
Youth is like a rushing river ~
Gone and never coming back to say goodbye ~
Only a numb me ~
Not the hot-bloodedness from back then!
…
Look at the falling flowers in the sky ~
Wilting at the most beautiful moment ~
Who will remember that it once came to this world …
This was the A section of the song, but Wang Ling had already put down the guitar when he sang this part. Boss Tan was completely stupefied — there was actually such a thing?!
While Wang Ling had been playing, Boss Tan had also looked up the lyrics in passing, and found that there were no related searches online. This was enough to prove that this was an original song!
This was just a teenager in Grade One, but he was actually able to write such a touching song full of youthful spirit …
At that moment, after Wang Ling finished playing and singing, both Boss Tan and Tang Youning felt inexplicably moved.
They instantly felt that this teenager had a story to tell!
This was a song they had never heard before. Just listening to a small part of the melody was enough to make them feel intoxicated!
Boss Tan felt that he had already become this teenager's fan. This was probably the legendary grandmaster's blessing, right?
Wang Ling: "…"
Only Wang Ling himself knew that this wasn't some ancestral master's gift at all … he didn't produce music, he was just a music porter!
After putting the young man's guitar back in its original position, Wang Ling silently returned to his seat and started to eat noodles. His carefree attitude made it seem as if he had just done a very small thing, but it was an irrepressible blow to Tang Youning's heart.
… Who the hell was this person?
Tang Youning was shocked. He drooped his head, feeling completely defeated … Back then, in order to learn music, he had abandoned everything and secretly used a sum of money from his family's demolition fund behind his parents' back, then gave all the money to a vocal music teacher. That money was originally reserved for him to use when he got married. Later, when the matter came to light, his family cut off all his living expenses. And Tang Youning officially became a vagabond singer.
Looks like I'm really not cut out for this …
If he had listened to his parents' advice and not used the money, he might have had a wife by now. He would have lived in a brand new house, and maybe he could have teased his children … and found a stable life to live in.
For the first time, Tang Youning felt that his life had been a mistake.
Was he going to persevere?
After listening to Wang Ling's playing and singing, Tang Youning began to seriously question himself.
"How much can a vagabond singer like you earn in a day?" Father Wang asked.
Tang Youning's previous pride in having studied proper music theory had completely disappeared. He scratched his head and was a little embarrassed. "It depends … sometimes it's raining, and I can't earn much at all. I sing everywhere in the hope that people will appreciate me for my music, and not pity me. "
"…" There was silence in the shop.
Tang Youning touched his guitar, his eyes a little moist. "I thought that given my ability, I would have no problem passing the auditions … now, this is all I have left."
"Then do you plan to continue down this path?" Father Wang asked again.
Tang Youning shook his head. "I don't know."
"You don't know, I just want to."
Father Wang raised his eyebrows and felt that this young man was quite persistent. An average person would have given up long ago under Father Wang's venomous tongue attack. These people often couldn't accomplish anything big … but this hesitation just showed that the young man didn't want to give up so easily.
"What did you think of my son's song just now?"
"That song was really good!"
Tang Youning was a little excited, but at the same time a little disappointed. "Maybe I'll never be able to write this song in my lifetime …"
"Have you ever thought that your failure in the auditions might have been because of the song you chose?" Father Wang asked again.
Sitting in his seat, Wang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly. He could already feel that Father Wang's attitude toward the young man was a little different. He had changed from a venomous tongue to an enlightened one. Father Wang was a storyteller to begin with; he had always had a strong grasp of the topic, and his ability to guide others was also top-notch … Wang Ling had once witnessed with his own eyes how Father Wang had guided more than ninety percent of a group of two thousand pirated readers to read the original version again.
Tang Youning blinked and looked at Father Wang. "Teacher, what do you mean?"
"Don't call me teacher, it sounds so awkward. Just call me uncle. " Father Wang waved his hand. "What I mean is, if you don't mind my son's song, how about I sell it to you?"
Tang Youning instantly stood up. "Uncle … are you saying that you want to sell this song to me?"
But very quickly, Tang Youning had a bitter and resentful expression on his face. "But, uncle … I don't have any money."
In this day and age, a high-quality original work was really hard to come by! Tang Youning felt that if he submitted this song to any record company, he would be able to sell it for a sky-high price for the copyright!
Father Wang silently lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "How much money do you have on you?"
Tang Youning rummaged through all his pockets. Putting the loose change and the cash together, he had exactly thirty-three yuan and seventy cents …
Tang Youning was anxious. Looking at Father Wang, he clenched his teeth, hugged his guitar tightly, gave it a fierce kiss, and handed it to Father Wang. "Uncle … if you don't mind …"
"I don't." Father Wang rolled his eyes bluntly.
Boss Tan was speechless. "…" This was too straightforward!
Father Wang: "Why would I want your guitar? Can you eat this guitar? This guy is your life, right? How can you walk the streets without a guy? "
After that, Father Wang turned to look at the boss. "Boss Tan, do you have pen and paper?"
Boss Tan nodded. "Yes!"
Father Wang had always had a good memory, and he also knew some music theory. So after Wang Ling sang it once, Father Wang had basically memorized the lyrics and melody. Even if there was anything he missed, Wang Ling would fill in the gaps telepathically …
He quickly wrote down the lyrics of "Old Boys" on a piece of paper. Then, he wrote a simplified score by hand and capped the pen. His actions were as smooth as flowing water!
Finally, Father Wang gave the paper to Tang Youning. "The most precious thing about a dream is that no matter how big a setback … it can always be reforged!"
Tang Youning's hands trembled as he gripped the paper.
Father Wang exhaled a puff of smoke and shook off the ash. He got up, grabbed the thirty-three yuan and seventy cents on the table, and stuffed it into Boss Tan's hands. "Two bowls of beef noodles, thirty yuan in total. Keep the change."
After that, father and son and Loopy Toad directly left the small shop, leaving Boss Tan clutching thirty-three yuan and seventy cents with a flustered expression on his face …
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After teleporting home with Father Wang and Loopy Toad, Wang Ling saw Father Wang leaning back on the sofa and letting out a long sigh of relief. "Your mom maxed out my paycard, we have to be frugal these days!"
Wang Ling: "…"
Father Wang looked at Wang Ling earnestly and said earnestly, "Look, I used my little wisdom today to save money on two bowls of beef noodles! Do you know what it means to run a household diligently and thriftily? This is it! "
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