Mo Fei said that his life was meaningful every day, but Yang Yi didn't think so. Because in his life every day, except for watching Xixi grow up day by day, which made him feel fulfilled, nothing else was meaningful.
Writing books and songs, Murphy thought he was composing in the study room, but Yang Yi knew that these weren't his works. Sometimes, in order to conform to the settings of this world, Yang Yi had to make artistic changes to these works, but according to the copyright laws of this world, these works were still plagiarized by him!
Of course, legally, no one could pursue Yang Yi's responsibility. Who would know that these works came from another world?
But for Yang Yi himself, even if he didn't care about it at all, he couldn't deny that his life's value wasn't reflected.
The responsibility of taking care of his wife and children covered up the emptiness in Yang Yi's heart!
In the past, Yang Yi thought that since he was reborn, he could take advantage of the fact that he wasn't being chased by assassins to enjoy the life of an ordinary person and wake up naturally. Then, he would have a beautiful and pure wife in his arms, and a cute and sensible daughter on his back. He didn't envy them. At most, he would write about his past life in exchange for living expenses, as if this kind of life was enough, and he would live a normal life!
However, this wasn't the case.
Yang Yi couldn't sleep until he woke up naturally. He still maintained the habit of waking up early like he did in his past life, and persisted in exercising to maintain his body at a good level.
He also couldn't be like Yang Guo, who was willing to retire at the top of the tide, and could stay in Gu Mu with his beloved Xiao Longnu for decades.
Murphy dragged him to sing, and Yang Yi went. Although he was forced by the situation, and didn't enjoy the stage like Murphy, it had to be said that singing in front of tens of thousands of people, Yang Yi's heart was very satisfied, as if he had reached a milestone in his life.
Yang Yi felt that he didn't like to show his face, and it was best to hide behind the scenes and do what he could. But Murphy told him that he liked to act in movies, so he gave it a try.
Of course, Yang Yi later realized that he wasn't like Guo Ziyi, who had a particularly deep obsession with acting in movies. However, he did like to play the movie characters he liked. If he played "Ludi" well, he would be able to restore the original cold but kind big man. He would even integrate his own understanding into it. If he acted even better, Yang Yi felt that his heart would be satisfied!
There was nothing wrong with living a normal and happy life. Yang Yi didn't dislike it, and he wouldn't change his appearance and live a busy life without caring for his family!
But Yang, he felt that he should find his own way to do it, and then fight for it, creating his own value.
Otherwise, the emptiness in his heart would explode one day.
But what did Yang Yi want to do?
There wasn't a question, there was no answer.
Yang Yi began to dig into the memories of his previous life. What did he like to do in his previous life?
Singing didn't really count. After all, his voice and face were destroyed in his previous life. He could only appreciate pop music, and couldn't hum it.
Writing? Or writing his own novel? That was a little difficult. Yang Yi liked to read, and his writing was good — it could be seen from the successful adaptations of novels in this life. But if he really wanted to write a novel, Yang Yi lacked the inspiration.
Then, the only thing he really liked was pure music!
Once upon a time, he sat in the middle of an empty shelter, wearing a super hifi headset, listening to Sojiro's "Original Scenery of Hometown." In the beautiful sound of the ocarina, it was as if his soul floated out, as if he could feel the author's homesickness. That scene was his soul riding a high-speed train, shuttling through the endless fields, passing by mountains and rivers … When he took off his headset, he didn't know when, but tears were already streaming down his face.
Yes, although he didn't know where his hometown was in the Chinese mainland, but in terms of music, it didn't prevent him from emotionally resonating with this song!
Of course, it wasn't just "Original Scenery of Hometown" that was played with special instruments. There were many, such as Mr. Hisaishi's "Accompanying You" (also known as "City in the Sky" by everyone), the beautiful and romantic "Canon", the light but gripping "Mark of the Rain", and so on. Of course, there was also the domestic "Piano of the Night", the violin version of "Butterfly Lovers", and so on.
There was too much pure music played with instruments, so beautiful that it was suffocating!
In his previous life, Yang Yi had also tried to perform the works of these masters himself. Although he played a few basic instruments quite well, his picky ears could still tell that there was a difference. So, he had been practicing until he arrived in this world.
In this world, he didn't practice playing pure music. Perhaps because of Murphy, he put more energy into pop music. Of course, being able to sing, and being able to freely control different vocal ranges, was something that made Yang Yi excited.
But now that he thought about it carefully, Yang Yi still liked pure music. It was just that he hadn't taken this path yet, even if Murphy gave him a violin.
However, in this aspect, how could Yang Yi show his value in life? Was it still the same as before, copying and writing, and bringing in the classic pure music from his previous life?
But in this way, what was the difference from what he did before? How could he create value and achieve meaning?
Yang Yi thought for a long time in bed that night, and finally, he made a decision.
"I want to compose my own music!" Yang Yi said to himself.
Composing music wasn't a simple matter. It wasn't something that could be done just by talking about it. Even if it was a student from a professional class, it wasn't necessarily possible to write a song that was barely worth listening to!
Moreover, Yang Yi wanted to compose, and it wasn't just any song. He wanted to create classics like "Mark of the Rain" and "Lovers of the Liang"!
This ambition seemed to be a little too big, and also seemed to be a little overconfident.
There was only a wall between a genius and a madman. He wasn't a genius, so he could only be a madman or a fool.
Of course, Yang Yi wouldn't just create his own classic, and not bring in the classics from his previous life. That would be a pity. He still wanted to play it himself!
But Yang Yi felt that no matter how difficult this crazy idea was to realize, he should give it a try.
Starting from learning the basics of composing, starting from small pieces of music, starting from the simplest piano or violin, Yang Yi had already thought of a path for himself.
Composing a song might not be too difficult, but composing a classic was definitely not a goal that could be achieved with hard work.
Yang Yi even planned to make it his life goal. He didn't need to be too anxious, and he didn't need to separate his life. He didn't need to be like Beethoven and torment himself.
It didn't matter. Yang Yi could use his leisure time, such as when Xi Xi went to school, and when Murphy went to work. Or even in his ordinary life, such as traveling with his family, he could slowly learn and accumulate. He could listen to more of this world's music, absorb more nutrients, embrace more of this world and life, and gain inspiration from it.
In his lifetime, as long as he could create his own classic music, it would be his dream come true!
Of course, even if he couldn't create it in the end, Yang Yi felt that it didn't matter. The process of composing would definitely allow him to grow and create value. This was also a manifestation of his life's meaning.
Yang Yi felt that it was necessary for him to go to school to further his studies!
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