Yang Yi's request was very awkward. Grandfather looked at the bronze muscles on Yang Yi's arm with a strange look.
Such a guy can play the guitar?
Grandfather's mind has a bull chewing peony-like dissonance…
"Hey, you can try." Hu Songnan still nodded very well and did not refuse because of his prejudice.
Yang Yi took the guitar and confidently sat on the chair opposite Grandfather. The guitar rested on his right foot, gently plucked the string and tried the audition.
"Oh…" The deep, deep bass, resonated through the case, clearly conveyed.
Yang Yi's ears moved slightly, and his expression became a bit strange. Then he tried a few notes.
"Professor Hu, your guitar, not everything!" Yang Yi finally raised her head and said to Grandfather with a little surprise.
Hu Songnan, stunned, he shuddered and pointed to a beetle-like engraving at the end of the guitar case, incredulously asking: "You don't recognize this sign?"
"Is it still a brand name?" Yang Yi looked at it and shook his head.
Of course, he does not recognize that the predecessor's musical instrument brand does not exist in this world, and this world's musical instrument brand? Just kidding, I haven't read a few years at all, and the predecessors without music cells can still know it!
Grandfather almost rolled his eyes and reluctantly gasped, only to calm down this depression.
"Brown Beetle, this is the old factory of the German country, 1970 is a limited edition of classical guitar!" Grandfather blows his beard and sighs with Yang Yi. "The old man, I spent the time of the boss, I bought it from a businessman. !"
Well, listening to Hu Songnan's description, it seems to be very powerful… It feels like the Steinway in the guitar world!
However, Yang Yi also likes to play folk guitars in the past, so the classical guitar, which is known as the world's three major instruments, is good, and Yang Yi has no deep feelings.
Besides, Yang Yi prefers the violin compared to the guitar. That is his favorite – pouring a glass of red wine, ordering a candle, alone pulling the violin, pairing into a double…
A little farther away, Yang Yi couldn't help but start his performance.
When the broken guitar strings merged into a low, melodious prelude, they looked curiously as Yang Yi's Hu Songnan frowned slightly.
This melody?
He hasn't heard it. It's still normal. After all, Hu Songnan teaches classical music. Pop music doesn't necessarily cover everything.
However, Yang Yi's performance has given him a different feeling.
Very beautiful, very smooth, not like the game of the unknown generation!
I saw Grandfather's body leaning forward slightly, and he listened carefully.
Some faint sorrowful melody lasted for a dozen seconds and gradually opened the curtain. Yang Yi gently tapped the strings and began to sing.
"I came to your city,
Walk through the road when you came…"
Yes, it is Eason's long time no see, Yang Yi's favorite song!
Of course, Yang Yi's voice can't be like Eason. When it is low, it can still maintain a very empty bath.
However, Yang Yi's sound is not bad, his bass is very thick, and there is an inexplicable influence that spreads the sad emotion in the listener's heart.
"Imagine the days without me,
What kind of loneliness will you be…"
The melody in front is still very flat, but Grandfather listens very seriously.
Finally, the mood of this song ushered in a small outbreak.
"Hold the photo you gave,
The street that is familiar,
Just missing your picture,
We can't get back to that day…"
Yang Yi sang very affectionately, unconsciously, and brought the original Yang Yi to face the complex emotions of Mo Fei's.
However, he did not notice that Grandfather sitting opposite him, his body shook slightly.
The lyrics of "just no picture of you", as if the memory of Grandfather's attachment, suddenly turned over.
"Would you suddenly appear,
At Street Corner's Coffee Shop,
I will smile and wave my hand.
Sit and chat with you…"
Yang Yi finally sang the source of his coffee shop name, but this did not attract Grandfather's attention.
From time to time, the lyrics that touched him were as sad as the blue melody, and Grandfather's eyes were wet.
In the hustle and bustle, he seemed to see his wife in front of the unsettled flowerbed, raised his head, waved at him and smiled at him.
"How much I want to see you,
Look at your recent changes,
No longer talking about the past, just chilling,
Say to you, just say one,
Long time no see ..."
In the past, Yang Yi didn't understand love. The predecessor of this world didn't understand it. However, I don't know why, when he sang this song, his mind was full of Mo Fei's back.
I don't know why, he sang this song to the mood, especially in the second time, he almost sang and burst into tears, almost hard to extricate himself.
NND, he didn't want to say "long time no see" to anyone!
To say that, Xixi is barely one, but not too emotional!
Bastard, how have you become so sentimental?
Yang Yi closed his eyes and still plucked the strings on his hands, and he played the faint ending, but he was stunned by himself.
When Yang Yi looked up, he saw Grandfather squinting and tidying his emotions.
Unlike Yang Yi, where mood swings quickly become like nothing, Grandfather is not so easy to hide his sadness, but he also loves face, perhaps because he is a teacher, habitually maintaining his dignity?
"Cough cough!" Hu Songnan looked at Yang Yi slyly, his voice was slightly hoarse, and the influence of mood swings was still there. "This song of Xiaoyou is written in love, the melody is simple but deep, and the words are plain but Affectionate, how did you not see it before?"
Grandfather is shifting the topic, he is afraid that his vulnerability will be exposed by Yang Yi.
Yang Yi can see that he didn't break, just said in the words of Grandfather: "Because there is no such plan, this song is written for me. My first love, too many negative emotions…"
Yang Yi said that the first love, of course, is Mo Fei. Although it is an excuse to cover up, it is obvious that the predecessor has a prejudice against this Mo Fei, but deep in one's heart still feels, so it is written for Mo Fei. There is nothing wrong with it.
However, Mo Fei's identity is quite special. Yang Yi feels that Mo Fei is not suitable for girlfriends and wives, and that his ex-wife is more involved. It is better to use the word first love to locate.
At least including the previous life, Mo Fei is Yang Yi's first favorite woman!
However, Grandfather was not satisfied with Yang Yi. He said with a beard and a wink: "How can this be said to be a negative emotion? This is called deep love! How do you devalue your love for someone you love?" ?"
"From your song, you can hear that you have deep feelings for your first love. Even if you emphasize it again and again, it's just a cold, just long time no see, but you can ask yourself if you still want it. Can she come back, or hope that you can start again?"
In Yang Yi's stunned expression, Grandfather hated iron and criticized Yang Yi, from his concept of love, to the lyric structure of this song, hidden emotions, without stopping for half an hour!
Grandfather's original intention is to hope that Yang Yi will be able to pursue his former relationship without regret.
However, Yang Yi can only nod with a smile.
What a ghost love! This so-called first love, afraid is just unrequited love. This is really a lie that I have compiled, and I can only bear it with my scalp.
However, what is unexpected is that the appearance of Yang Yi "good" is recognized by Grandfather.
"I decided to rent my house to you." Grandfather slaped Yang Yi's shoulder and said, "But promise me, you must take it with you."
Hu Songnan's eyes are a bit stunned, mixed with disappointment, but with obvious firmness.
Yang Yi didn't know that his song, once sang Grandfather, shook his decision to leave.
However, Grandfather finally wanted to understand, his wife is not gone, she just looked at herself from afar, waiting for her reunion after a hundred years.
Maybe Yang Yi's appeared, is it her arrangement?
My wife still hopes that I can have a happy old age with my children and grandchildren.
Then, please ask the person designated by this wife to take good care of this little house carrying the past!
Eight years, long time no see ...
How many years still? Can you see me again? Maybe, not long after…