C734 Life Song
C734 Life Song
Qiu Xiaoren was stunned. "Go outside? Isn't it good here? Let me tell you, this is a professionally designed recording studio! "These are all very high-end items, you see …" As he said that, he pulled out a harmonics device on the side and was about to introduce it, but he was stopped by Sikong Banyu waving his hand.
"Hehe …" "The real music comes from the notes of nature, which are the oldest and purest of all. No matter what technology, no matter what sounds are simulated, they are all just improvements in sound, not in music. If a 'song king' like you doesn't even know this, then it would be a bit untrue."
After which, he walked out.
"Is that how everyone plays? "How old-fashioned." Qiu Xiaoren grumbled, but he had to admit in his heart that Sikong Banyu was right, just like martial arts. Nowadays, music paid too much attention to the practice and beauty of moves, but it gave birth to more floral styles without much strength. He grabbed a recorder pen and opened it, then followed her out.
Outside, on the top floor of the small building, Qiu Xiaoren sat aside and looked at Sikong Banyu, who picked up the flute. He looked at the lyrics on the table and felt a little impatient.
In the fields, he could occasionally see one or two people working in the fields. He took a deep breath and said lightly, "Qiu Xiaoren, this song, although it's for you, but I have to admit that it's not because of your unbearable past, but because of a man's prying eyes and thinking about life. A man like you."
Qiu Xiaoren nodded, "When I read the lyrics, I understood. I know what you mean. Maybe there are some things that should have been put down. I'm just obsessed with them. No problem, I'm satisfied."
He understood Sikong Banyu's good intentions, but everyone had their own perseverance. Perhaps for the innocence that was buried in their hearts, they would sometimes have to pay a price that others didn't understand, but Qiu Xiaoren was willing.
"It's good that you understand." Sikong Banyu replied with a grunt. He slowly lifted Changxiao up. Slowly, his eyes moved up and down. Slowly, his aura rushed into Changxiao's mouth. In that instant, a distant voice sounded in his mind.
This distant flute melody spread far and wide, as if it was a sound rippling through nature. It was natural and profound, without the slightest trace of the low and deep voice of Chang Xiao. If one were not a fan of Changxiao for dozens of years, they would not be able to play this kind of sound at all. As for the Changxiao musicians in the concert hall, they could only look at the back of their heads because it was a natural sound. A single sound could bring up something from the ancient times; it was not a technique, but a state of mind, a state of mind that belonged to Sikong Banyu's thousands of years of cultivation.
In less than ten seconds, everyone noticed it. They put down what they were doing and looked towards Qiu Xiaoren's house, gradually sinking into the sound of the flute. Qiu Xiaoren also did the same, sinking into the sound of the flute.
It was as if he saw himself walking out of a young man's house. He saw the ups and downs, the joy in every movement, and the disappointment after each failure. It was as if he were recalling his own life once again.
The wind rose, the great river was locked, and the wind was wild. It was once intended to pick up the sky and howl loudly, stepping on the yellow mud path, this was the end of the song. Mo Lu tens of thousands of flowers nameless grass, the stars and moon passersby lost their voice. The vast sea of sand was vast and boundless. His feet moved as he wished, and his heart was one with his feet.
How can you stop laughing when you are luxuriant purple, moon-shy, red stamen of Begonia? His heart was at a loss as he cried in fear. Drops of tears were not worth looking at. Life and Death, flowing water, and the waning moon. Ten thousand years is no more than a chat and laughter, no tears, and no tears, and left to be reminiscent.
Unnaturally, Qiu Xiaoren mumbled the lyrics that Sikong Banyu had written for the song, and his whole person sank into a kind of thought. That kind of feeling where a man wants to speak but has tears in his eyes, that kind of feeling of being left alone without words and sorrow, that bitter drink in the dark night, maybe it's like Sikong Banyu said, this is a man's heart, and also the way a man should walk.
Too much prosperity, may be able to cover other people's eyes, but not themselves. Where is your road? Did you see it clearly? Don't look back at the sadness in the late song.
After the song ended, Sikong Banyu slowly let go of Chang Xiao without even turning his head around. He knew that Qiu Xiaoren's heart was very moved, men don't want others to see their own weakness. He was waiting for Qiu Xiaoren to calm down so that he wouldn't be too embarrassed.
After a while, Qiu Xiaoren stood up, walked to Sikong Banyu's side and asked lightly, "This song is called Yang Dao . After a little while, Qiu Xiaoren stood up, walked to Sikong Banyu, and asked lightly,"
Sikong Banyu smiled, "Isn't Yangdao a life form? The path of the world of men was the path of every living being. After all, Yang represented the path of men and it also meant the path of men. At the same time, wouldn't it be more appropriate for one to walk on the path of Yang? "You're mistaken."
"Is that so?" Qiu Xiaoren took a deep breath, "Maybe! If you don't know how to play this song, then I will be a man for nothing. Listening to you speak this way, Yandao is indeed a great name. However, this song should be in concert, right? "I can feel that although your flute melody has been perfectly interpreted, the grandeur of the" Vast Expanse Sands and the boundless sky ", the elegance of" Ten thousand years is just a joke ", and the deep sadness of the" Losing your tongue, tears, and no shadow ". A mere flute melody is not enough to fully interpret it.
Sikong Banyu smiled, "You are quite good at appraising. Not bad, you will need to beat the drum, chime the bell, flute, and meteorite to be considered perfect, but that is your problem. As for how you can do it, it will depend on your ability.
"Is that so? Hehe … I can't wait to hear the perfect version of this song, even though you've played it perfectly enough. " Qiu Xiaoren smiled, looked at the recording pen in his hand that was still turned off, and didn't say anything more.
The two of them quietly stood upstairs, their eyes falling on the villagers who were attracted by the flute music. There was no difference between noble and lowly music, you can play it and others will understand. There are no restrictions, this is the true voice that comes from nature.