This magical song came from a magical comedy movie …
Sitting in the booth, Yang Yi couldn't fully express himself, so he picked up his guitar and stood up. The others followed behind him. In the middle of the coffee shop, Yang Yi sat on a small stool in front of the piano.
Because Qianli Chuanshu often came to the shop to perform, there were two microphones installed. It just so happened that Sugar Cube could come over and help Yang Yi adjust. She pointed one of the microphones at the guitar and the other at Yang Yi's mouth.
"Is he going to perform?" There were a few student customers in the coffee shop, two couples and three singles. When they saw this scene, they looked over curiously.
The coffee shop on this street corner often had performances. They didn't expect to see one. Of course, not everyone could recognize Yang Yi, who had always kept a low profile.
However, a girl from the Classical Music Academy looked strangely at Hu Songnan, who was being supported by Hu Yongxiang. She whispered to her boyfriend, "That old man looks very familiar! I think I've seen him somewhere before. "
Of course, she had seen him before. In the academy building, there were photos of him and his past performances in various countries! However, Old Man Hu didn't look that old in the photo …
"Dad, why don't you sit down?" Hu Yongxiang asked with concern.
"No need, I'll stand and listen. Xiao Yang always surprises me!" Hu Songnan said happily.
Yang Yi adjusted himself and began his "performance." Without any nonsense, his thick and long fingers gently stroked the guitar. A string of exotic prelude flowed out like a stream in the mountains.
The transition of the prelude slowed down a little, and Yang Yi began to sing.
"The past is now the past, never to come again …"
Including Mo Fei, who was looking forward to it, everyone was stunned.
This song?
A Cantonese song?
Of course, it wasn't strange that Yang Yi could write and sing Cantonese songs. It was just that in the past, he was the one who wrote them for Chen Yijie. He had never sung them before. Now that they heard him suddenly sing a Cantonese song … and sing it with perfect pronunciation and without any flaws in his accent, everyone felt a little strange.
Murphy was fine, she knew Yang Yi's ability. She was more interested in Yang Yi's singing.
Unlike the smoothness of his usual pop songs, Yang Yi's voice now seemed to have a sense of vicissitudes. He also deliberately used obvious pauses to set off the cruelty of time …
However, this was only because Murphy was more familiar with Yang Yi that she could tell that he was deliberately singing. The other customers in the coffee shop couldn't help but be mesmerized by Yang Yi's strong and mature male voice. It was as if Yang Yi was supposed to sing like this!
The song was very lonely, but the lyrics were even more sad …
Hu Songnan was stunned when he heard Yang Yi's first sentence.
The past, the present, after the past, can never come back. These lyrics, were they talking about himself? In the past, it was about his old wife who had passed away. Now, it was about him who had grown old, right?
"The red leaves are buried in the dust …"
Such lyrics, like a gust of wind, blew open the old man's deeply buried memories. His sunken eyes, cloudy eyes, began to fill with tears.
Hu Yongxiang was also filled with emotions. Of course, he was in a high position and had more self-control. He also knew how much such a sad song affected people's emotions.
He persuaded again, "Dad, let's sit down and listen to it."
"Don't be noisy!" Many years ago, when Hu Yongxiang was still young, he disturbed Hu Songnan's research. The old man impatiently scolded him.
In front of music, the old man seemed to be a different person. He was picky and strict …
Murphy noticed it. She looked around and patted Xi Xi's shoulder. She whispered, "Xi Xi, go over there and get a stool for grandpa to sit on."
It was a red plastic stool with high legs. They didn't have it originally, but sometimes, Thousand Miles Chuanshu and the others would use it for performances. So, they got two. Most of the time, they would put it away. It was very annoying …
This kind of stool was very light. Xi Xi had no problem picking it up.
The little girl didn't understand what her father was singing. She obediently trotted over and brought over a stool. However, it wasn't one but two stacked stools.
Although they weren't heavy, the stool was very tall. Xi Xi raised her hands high and lifted them up. Her little face revealed a strained expression.
"Grandpa, take a seat!" Xi Xi walked to Hu Songnan's side and said in a clear voice.
Hu Songnan was still a little annoyed. Who was disturbing him again?
However, when he saw the little girl with her little head raised and her big eyes filled with anticipation, waiting for his praise, the old man's temper disappeared.
"Good, good, good child! Thank you! " The old man sat down with a smile. He didn't know that the stool under his butt was actually two stacked stools. Hu Yongxiang could only stand aside helplessly.
"You're welcome! Hehe! "Xi Xi ran back to her mother's side with satisfaction.
At this time, Yang Yi was still singing, "Lovers will never come again after parting. Sitting alone without words, I look beyond the world …"
The lyrics weren't just written about sadness. In fact, there was a kind of carefree but heavy attitude that couldn't be let go. Just like the accompaniment of the guitar, the rhythm was as light as a dance music. The light and slow fingering brought about a strong exotic flavor. However, at the same time, this kind of melody still hid a faint sadness. It made one's heart feel as if it was suppressed and difficult to let go.
"Although the flowers will wither, they will bloom again. The love of a lifetime is hidden beyond the clouds …"
Hearing this sentence, the young people might not feel anything, but the sadness in Hu Songnan's heart was like a field in spring that was turned over by plowing.
The beauty of this line and the classic poem — "Flowers will bloom again, but people will never be young again" — had the same wonderful effect!
Yes! The flowers will wither, but they will bloom again. The love of a lifetime will "leave", but they will never come back …
Yang Yi was still imitating the original singer's tone as he sang the climax.
"The sea of bitterness, turning over, brings about love and hate …" Especially the word "turning over", he sang about the different flavors of life.
"In this world, it's hard to escape fate. Blind dates are unapproachable. Perhaps I should believe that it's fate …"
The song faintly finished, and Hu Songnan's eyes were already brimming with tears. Hu Yongxiang looked at his old father's emotional appearance and was a little worried that this intense emotion would cause a big problem.
Murphy also understood the song. She, who had a strong passion for music, was deeply immersed in the emotions expressed in the song. Although she knew that Yang Yi was singing the story of Grandfather Hu and his grandmother, she still couldn't help but be moved. Her heart was heavy, and her tears fell down.
Everyone had a different feeling when listening to this song. Like the other customers in the coffee shop, most of them were confused and couldn't understand the meaning of the lyrics.
"What do you think of this song?" The classical music school girl's boyfriend asked his girlfriend. "I think it sounds strange."
"I don't understand Cantonese songs either, but that person sang really well. It's very retro, very unique singing style, and the melody is very nice." The girl's focus was on this.
Not to mention them, even after Yang Yi finished singing, he didn't move. He was waiting.
Hu Songnan was evoked a lot of memories and emotions by this song. After a while, he slowly came back to his senses. After all, the old man was a person who had experienced many hardships. Although his heart was still a little sad, he didn't indulge in it anymore. Instead, he slowly pulled himself back.
The old man wiped away his tears and said with a smile, "I've let you see a joke. Little Yang, this song of yours, it made me think of her again! Ai, when a person is old, it's easy to get emotional when listening to songs! "
Yang Yi swept the guitar strings and asked, "Grandpa Hu, how about I sing 'Long Time No See' for you again?"
"No need, the song just now is enough! We agreed that I only need to think of her once a day. I'll save it for when I find her in the future! "Hu Songnan adjusted his mentality very well and even joked.
Hu Yongxiang curiously asked, "Little Yang, is this your new song? What's the name? "
Yang Yi smiled slightly. "'Love of a Lifetime'!"
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