Since Yang Yi was going to sing a new song, everyone gathered around and stopped talking about it. The cafe, which was warmer than the north wind outside, quieted down.
It was as if it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the outside was covered in snow, while the fireplace inside the house was burning brightly with firewood. Everyone was comfortably huddled together to keep warm, and the warmth was just right!
Yang Yi put down the erhu and picked up the flute.
Seeing Yang Yi's two musical instruments, Yang Huan, Ding Xiang, Guo Ziyi, and the other family members and friends who knew Yang Yi but didn't know him as well as Mo Fei, were all surprised. "He can also play Erhu?"
Murphy and Jin Yingming were not surprised. Jin Yingming even had a strong interest in it. Using the flute and the erhu, which were relatively unconventional instruments, the arrangement of this song must be very interesting.
Without further ado, Yang Yi held the flute horizontally and put his hands gently on the holes. His mouth was facing the holes. He just took a deep breath and played the prelude. (Note 1)
After two short changes of tone, Yang Yi played a long ending note. With his long breath, the melodious sound of the flute became soft and gentle. The changes of tone were also done in one breath. There was only one invisible breath in between.
However, when the sound of the flute rang out, the sorrowful tone could not help but resonate with it. The slightly trembling sound of the flute also caused people's hearts to tremble. Although it was their first time hearing it, everyone present could not help but have goosebumps all over their bodies.
It was so beautiful! The melancholy was just right, and the sound of the flute was faint. It was as if a young girl was pouring her heart out, making people reminisce endlessly.
Many people who knew music, especially Murphy and Jin Yingming, who were obsessed with music, could not help but close their eyes and carefully feel the melody.
Xi Xi nestled between her mother's legs. She could not sit still, but at this moment, she did not run around. Instead, she stayed where she was, holding her mother's leg and looking at her father who was playing the flute in surprise.
She did not have time to feel proud of her father. The little girl's big eyes seemed to be reflecting the beautiful bamboo flute's shadow. It seemed that she was also surprised. How could this thing play such a beautiful sound?
This was the little girl's first time listening to the flute!
After two preludes, Yang Yi put down the flute, picked up the erhu, and sat on a chair. Although there was a pause, this was an exchange between friends, so there was no need to be so calculative.
He pulled the bow, and the ponytail brushed the strings of the erhu. The rich and full music with continuous glissando, brought out a slightly sad melody. At the same time, Yang Yi opened his mouth.
"True love is as vast as the grassland, the layers of wind and rain can't block it..."
As if singing a poem, Yang Yi had a gentle smile on his face as he sang softly. However, although his voice was not loud, each word had his unique magnetism.
Yang Yi's singing style was not like Fei Yu's. It did not have the unique tenderness of looking at the sky. Instead, it was more like Huang Bo's singing style. Using some grassland singer's singing style, using the spirit of a man to interpret a different kind of tenderness.
"There will be a time when the clouds open and the sun rises, the sunlight will shine on you and me."
If the first line of the lyrics made everyone unable to understand the meaning of Yang Yi's words, the second line of the lyrics made everyone suddenly understand!
What Yang Yi wanted to express, was not praising the escape of the Thousand Miles Chuanshu at this time?
They had experienced depression and setbacks, just like layers of dense wind and rain, making people feel despair. But do not be afraid, because behind the darkness, there will be light!
They will eventually see the moon, the clouds open and the sun rises. Success, or the joy of victory, will shine on you and me like the sun!
"True love is like the blooming of plum blossoms, the cold ice and snow cannot drown it. Blooming on the coldest branch, I see the spring coming to you and me... "Yang Yi continued singing under the accompaniment of the erhu.
The true love here was no longer the feelings of the original song, nor was it the true love between lovers. Instead, it used a common metaphor in ancient poetry —
In ancient poetry, it was common to see poets who could not directly express their political ambitions, and could only use other stories to express it indirectly.
For example, Wang Anshi's "Climbing the Flying Peak", "Flying the Flying Peak Thousand Seeker Pagoda, I heard the rooster crowing to see the sun rise. Not afraid of the clouds covering my eyes, I was born at the highest level. "It was using the story of climbing the mountain to express one's determination and courage to not fear evil!
It was the same here. Although the original "A Cut of Plum Blossoms" sang about love, the pursuit of free love, and one's own steadfastness. However, it was not impossible to use it to express Yang Yi's admiration for the Thousand Miles Chuanshu and the rest who persisted in their dreams and finally obtained freedom.
Yang Yi's singing paused slightly, and the melody of the erhu seemed to slow down, as if it was brewing for an explosion!
That's right, the melody rose once again, and Yang Yi's firm and powerful voice rang out.
"The snowflakes fluttered, the northern wind blew, the world was a vast expanse."
This artistic conception was too beautiful! Even though Murphy had heard Yang Yi sing before, she could not help but feel a little excited. It was as if it was winter in the north, the sky was filled with snow, and the sun and moon could not be seen. It was just a vast expanse!
"A cut of plum blossoms stood proudly in the snow, only for the fragrance of my lover."
Similarly, the lyrics gave people a wonderful artistic conception, as if they could really see a plum blossoms blooming in the world of white snow!
Lu Xiaoshu and Miao Chuan were already intoxicated by the lyrics, especially Miao Chuan. He was in charge of writing the lyrics, and he also liked to write poems and lyrics, so he could understand that this "plum blossoms" was used to express its emotions. The plum blossoms were the most resistant to cold, and they bloomed in the harsh snowy weather. Wasn't it just like how they had experienced the setbacks of losing the lawsuit, and the pain of being frozen, but their dreams had not fallen, and were still standing proudly?
Miao Chuan clenched his fist, and his face was filled with excitement. He looked at Yang Yi with admiration. He loved this song too much! He really wanted to know how Yang Yi wrote it!
The lyrics were beautiful, and so was the melody!
"Love what I love, no regrets, this love will stay in my heart forever …" Finally, Yang Yi sang the last verse for the second time, and slowly ended the song.
The ending lyrics seemed to be a message Yang Yi had sent to Lu Xiaoshu and Miao Chuan, "Love what I love, no regrets!"
Courageously pursue your dreams!
After listening to this song, everyone's feelings might not be very deep, but when they smiled and praised Yang Yi's new style, they looked back and were surprised to find that Lu Xiaoshu and Miao Chuan were already in tears.
"Thank you, Brother Yang, thank you for the encouragement you gave us with this song!" After being discovered, Lu Xiaoshu embarrassedly wiped his tears, and laughed with a nasal voice, "It really brought up all kinds of grievances in the past year, so I lost my composure."
"Okay, okay! It's all in the past! "Jin Yingming patted their shoulders and comforted them.
Jin Yingming also had a lot of feelings. He had also experienced the lowest point of his life, a very, very deep valley, but he also persevered to walk out of it. Of course, Jin Yingming was not as excited as Lu Xiaoshu, because he was not young anymore, and those feelings were hidden in his heart.
"Still the same words, let us continue to work hard for our dreams! Believe in yourself, there will be a day when the clouds will open and the sun will see the light! "Yang Yi raised the coffee cup in his hand, smiled, and made the final toast.
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