Yang Yi's request was very abrupt. The old man looked at Yang Yi's bronze-colored muscles with a strange expression. They were sturdy and firm.
This kind of guy can play the guitar?
The old man's mind was filled with an incongruous image of a cow chewing on a peony …
"Uh, you can try." Hu Songnan nodded his head with self-restraint. He did not refuse because of his own prejudice.
Yang Yi took down the guitar and sat on the chair opposite the old man. The guitar was placed on his right foot. He gently plucked the strings and tested the sound.
"Buzz …" A very deep and thick bass sound was clearly transmitted through the resonance of the guitar case.
Yang Yi's ears moved slightly. His expression became a little surprised. Then, he tried a few notes.
"Professor Hu, your guitar is not ordinary!" Yang Yi finally raised his head and said to the old man with a little surprise.
Hu Songnan was stunned. His hand trembled and pointed to a beetle-like carving at the end of the guitar case. He asked in disbelief, "You don't recognize this logo?"
"Could it be some famous brand?" Yang Yi looked at it and shook his head.
Of course he didn't recognize it. The musical instrument brands in his previous life did not exist in this world. But the musical instrument brands in this life? What a joke. He didn't even study for a few years. It would be strange if he could recognize the predecessor without any musical talent.
The old man almost rolled his eyes. He helplessly gasped for breath. Only then was he able to calm down this depression.
"Brown Beetle, this is an old factory in Germany. It was a limited classical guitar produced in 1970!" The old man blew his beard and stared at Yang Yi as he explained, "This old man, I, spent a lot of effort to buy it from a businessman!"
Well, listening to Hu Songnan's description, it seemed to be very powerful … It felt like the guitar world's Steinway!
However, Yang Yi also liked to play the folk guitar in his previous life. Therefore, the classical guitar, known as one of the three major instruments in the world, Yang Yi did not have a deep feeling about it.
Besides, compared to the guitar, Yang Yi preferred the violin. That was his favorite. Pour a glass of red wine, light a candle, play the violin alone, and become a pair of shadows …
The topic was a little too far. Yang Yi could not deny it and began his performance.
When the broken guitar strings converged into a low and melodious prelude, Hu Songnan, who was looking at Yang Yi curiously, slightly frowned.
This melody?
He had never heard of it. This was normal. After all, Hu Songnan taught classical music. He may not be able to teach pop music.
However, Yang Yi's performance already gave him a different feeling.
It was very beautiful, very smooth, it did not seem like an unknown person's game work.
The old man's body leaned forward slightly, and he listened carefully.
The slightly sad melody lasted for more than ten seconds, gradually opening the curtain. Yang Yi's fingers gently hooked the strings and began to sing.
"I came to your city,
Walking the way you came … "
Yes, it was Eason's "Long Time Not Seeing You", a song that Yang Yi liked very much in his previous life.
Of course, Yang Yi's voice could not be like Eason's. When it was low, it could still maintain a very empty magnetism.
However, the texture of Yang Yi's voice was not bad. His low voice was very deep and had an inexplicable influence. It spread the sadness in the listener's heart.
"Imagining the days without me,
How lonely you would be … "
The melody at the beginning was still very plain, but the old man listened very carefully.
Finally, the mood of the song ushered in a small explosion.
"Holding the picture you gave me,
It was a familiar street.
Just without your picture,
We can't go back to that day … "
Yang Yi sang very affectionately. Unknowingly, he brought in the original Yang Yi, the complicated emotions when facing Murphy.
However, he didn't notice that the old man sitting opposite him was trembling slightly.
The lyrics of "just without your picture" seemed to bring back the old man's nostalgic memories.
"Will you suddenly appear,
At the coffee shop on the corner,
With a smiling face, I'll wave and exchange greetings,
Sit and chat with you … "
Yang Yi finally sang the origin of his coffee shop's name, but it was not enough to attract the old man's attention.
The lyrics that touched him from time to time, the melody that seemed to dye the air blue, the old man's eyes moistened.
In the haze, he seemed to see his wife in front of the flowerbed that had not yet withered. She raised her head, waved at him shakily, and smiled at him.
"I want to meet you so much,
Look at how you've changed recently,
No longer talking about the past, just exchanging greetings,
Just saying a word to you, just saying a word,
Long time no see … "
In his previous life, Yang Yi did not understand love, and in this life, his predecessor did not understand either. However, for some reason, when he sang this song, his mind was full of Murphy's back.
He did not know why, but when he sang this song, his emotions were rolling, especially when he sang the second time, he almost burst into tears and almost could not extricate himself.
Damn it, he did not want to say "long time no see" to anyone!
If there was anyone, then Xi Xi could barely be counted as one, but it was not to the point of falling in love!
Bastard, when did he become so sentimental?
Yang Yi lowered his head and closed his eyes. His hands were still plucking the strings, and when he finished playing the faint ending, he despised himself fiercely in his heart.
When Yang Yi raised his head, he saw the old man rubbing his eyes in a panic and sorting out his emotions.
Unlike Yang Yi, whose emotions fluctuated but quickly returned to normal, the old man did not hide his sadness so easily. However, he was a bit concerned about his face. Perhaps it was because as a teacher, he was used to protecting his dignity?
"Ahem!" Hu Songnan looked at Yang Yi awkwardly. His voice was slightly hoarse, and the influence of his emotions was still there. "Young friend, this song is written with sincerity. The melody is simple but deep, and the words are plain but affectionate. Why haven't I seen it before?"
The old man was changing the topic. He was afraid that his weakness would be exposed by Yang Yi.
Yang Yi could see it, but he did not point it out. He only followed the old man's words and said, "Because there are no plans in this area. This song is written for me, my first love. There are too many negative emotions …"
Yang Yi's first love was, of course, Murphy. Although it was an excuse to cover it up, it was clear that the predecessor had prejudice against this Murphy. However, deep in his heart, he still had feelings for her. Therefore, there was nothing wrong with saying that it was written for Murphy.
However, Murphy's identity was a bit special. Yang Yi felt that calling Murphy his girlfriend or wife was inappropriate. Ex-wife was even more ridiculous. It was better to use the term first love.
At least, including the previous life, Murphy was the first woman that Yang Yi liked!
However, the old man was not very satisfied with Yang Yi. He blew his beard and glared at him. "How can this be called negative emotions? This is called deep affection! What have you done to devalue your love for the person you love? "
"From this song of yours, I can tell that you still have deep feelings for your first love. Even if you keep emphasizing that it's just a greeting, and that it's just a long time, you have to ask yourself, do you still hope that she can come back, or do you hope that you can start afresh?"
In front of Yang Yi's stunned expression, the old man criticized Yang Yi for failing to live up to his expectations. From his concept of love to the structure of the lyrics of the song, to the hidden emotions, he lectured him for half an hour without stopping!
The old man's original intention was still to hope that Yang Yi would not have any regrets and courageously pursue his previous love.
However, Yang Yi could only smile bitterly and nod his head.
What kind of love is this! This so-called first love, I'm afraid it's just a one-sided love. This was really a lie that he made up. He could only bite the bullet and accept it.
However, unexpectedly, Yang Yi's "obedient" appearance gained the old man's approval.
"I've decided, I'll rent my house to you." The old man sadly patted Yang Yi's shoulder and said, "But, promise me, you must take good care of it."
Hu Songnan's eyes were a little sad, mixed with reluctance, but also with obvious determination.
Yang Yi did not know that his song, had once made the old man waver in his decision to leave.
However, the old man finally understood that his wife was not gone. She was just looking at him from afar, waiting for their reunion after a hundred years.
Perhaps Yang Yi's appearance was also arranged by her in the dark?
His wife still hoped that he could live a happy old age with his children and grandchildren.
Then, he would ask the person appointed by his wife to take good care of this little house that carried the past!
Eight years, long time no see ….
How many more years? When can we meet again? Perhaps, not long ….
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