Rebirth of the Great Entertainer System

Chapter 42 "Nanshan South"

Marven Ye walked onto the stage, sat on a chair, aligned his mouth with the microphone in front of him, and tuned the guitar alone.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the tavern was already full.There are round wooden tables with small yellow lamps on them, and chandeliers are also swaying on the roof.The evening wind from Houhai blew into the tavern, and many people looked at the person on the stage curiously.

Everyone knew that it was time for the show, and they all looked at Ye Wenxuan with curious eyes.Some put their hands behind their heads and leaned against the stool.Some were talking quietly with their friends, enjoying a moment of leisure in this quiet night.

Ye Wenxuan sat on the stool, feeling excited for a moment.That's right, excitement.

The first few times I sang for others were all for competitions, I was nervous, and it was difficult to completely relax and enjoy the music as I wanted.But today is different, I am just a guest, I can sing whatever I want, and enjoy the happiness that music brings to him.

Ye Wenxuan has already thought up the song, and "Nanshan South" fits this artistic conception very well.

Lifting his head slightly, he pressed his mouth to the microphone.The acoustic guitar was plucked in his hand, and the soothing and mellow music came out from the guitar and drifted into the ears of the guests in the tavern.

After hearing the prelude, many guests first reflected that this is a ballad.But... But how come I don't have the slightest impression of such a nice tune?
Without giving the guests time to think, Marven Ye's slightly hoarse voice came out from the stereo.

……

you in the southern sun
Heavy snow
I am in the cold night in the north
All seasons like spring
If there is time before dark

i want to forget your eyes
poor life

can't finish a dream
……

A guitar, a boy, and that girl.

This song is a famous folk music in the previous life. Its connotation is that everyone has their own story. Maybe two people are crying while listening to the music, but the content of their crying is quite different.

You are snowing heavily in the north, and I am sunny in the south like spring.

Ye Wenxuan used his flat voice, slightly hoarse and a little lazy, with an inexplicable charm transmitted to the ears of the audience below.

When the guests below heard Marven Ye's song, they all stopped communicating with each other.With a glass of wine in his hand, he quietly listened to Ye Wenxuan's singing, recalling his own memories in his eyes.

……

He no longer talks to anyone about the island of reunion
Because my heart is already deserted
He can't hold another home in his heart
Be a dumb who only lies to himself
He said that any of your praiseworthy beauty
Not as good as the first time he met you
time lingers
……

Ye Wenxuan plucked the guitar casually with his fingers, and raised his slightly lowered head, his eyes also exuded longing and memories. Everyone has their own memories, and Ye Wenxuan is no exception.

The goose-yellow light reflected on Ye Wenxuan's body, accompanied by the touching singing voice lingering in everyone's heart.

Upstairs, Li Guanghe moved his chair to the corridor, laying on the railing, with his hand out of the railing, holding a cigarette, looking at Ye Wenxuan downstairs with melancholy in his eyes.

That year he was twenty, she was nineteen...

The two met by the lakeside of Jingying. She sat on a big rock with fluttering long hair, and her long hair fluttered. That glance touched his young heart...

After being together for a year, he successfully won the favor of a big director and starred in his first film, which was also the TV series "Heavenly Knife" that made him famous...

He gradually became busier and more familiar to everyone.The price in exchange is that the two meet less and less, and have fewer and fewer opportunities to get along...

Sometimes he always asks himself, love?like!Do you love deeply?deep!Are you willing?reluctant to...

Two years later, he finally lost that gentle girl...

Looking at the back of her leaving, he, who has already become a big star everyone envied, knelt on the ground and cried while watching her back...

Rou'er, are you okay...

……

You are snowing in the southern sun
In the cold night of the north, I feel like spring all year round
If there is time before dark

I want to forget that your eyes are poor all your life

can't finish a dream
waking up from a big dream
ridiculous life

……

Ye Wenxuan's emotions became high, and his voice became more provocative, deeply touching the soft depths of people's hearts.

Li Guanghe upstairs stared straight at Ye Wenxuan downstairs, his eyes were not focused, and he didn't feel the smoke that had burned all the way to the butt of the cigarette.A tear fell from his eyes, and Li Guanghe suddenly woke up from his memories.

Everyone has their own exclusive memories and their own sorrows. Only the tears you shed are the stories that only you know.

……

South mountain south

Bei Qiu Bei

There are valleys piled up in Nanshan, the south wind murmurs
There are tombstones in Beihai
South mountain south

Bei Qiu Bei

There are valleys piled up in Nanshan, the south wind murmurs
There are tombstones in Beihai
There are tombstones in Beihai

……

Ye Wenxuan's singing seemed to be standing on the empty North Sea, empty and desolate.

The tavern was quiet, everyone watched Ye Wenxuan singing on the small wooden platform, some burst into tears, and some drank one after another in silence.

It has been said that people who like ballads.Either have feelings, or have a story.What the folk songs bring to them is an inspiring power, and it is also a glass of fine wine for the future remembrance, which is refreshing.

A young man sitting in the back of the tavern, listening to Ye Wenxuan's singing, silently drank one cup after another of wine, with tears streaming down his face, he drank it together with the wine.

His name is Qian Shaojie, and he is a fresh graduate.I just walked out of the ivory tower of the university and stepped into this cruel life.

A few days ago, he broke up with his girlfriend whom he had been in love with for four years for a very simple reason.With no money and no guarantee of life, she was forced by his parents to take her back to her hometown, where she found a stable job and a man who was many years older than him.

She loves Qian Shaojie very much, and has never made any demands after graduation.Even though the two were squeezed together in a small house less than ten square meters, he never complained. He had learned guitar for several years, and every night he would play some folk songs for her, and she would just look at him silently with her legs crossed. , Although very tired, but the two people love each other very much.

Every day they would hug each other and sleep, as if they were rehearsing the situation ten years later, they... would still be so loving.

But under her parents' pressure, she compromised.

She packed her luggage and put it in front of the door.

That night, neither of them slept...

Ballads were played one after another, she leaned her head on his shoulder, looking at the dim starlight, the two of them just shed tears and remained silent.

The next day, he sent her away.

This time, Qian Shaojie knew that he might never...maybe never see him again...

She is in the south, he is in the north...

From then on, there are strangers in the world, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, I don’t know if you can feel my love...

I have been working for more than two months today, and I came to this tavern in rare leisure time.Suddenly heard this song sung by Marven Ye, it's so good!
It seemed to be the truest story in his heart.

Marven Ye finished singing, and the tavern was completely silent...

Qian Shaojie ran out from the deepest part of the back, took out the only three hundred yuan left in his wallet, and said to Ye Wenxuan with tears streaming down his face: "Sing it again, please, sing it again!"

Qian Shaojie wanted to listen to it again, he was afraid that he would never hear this song again.

Although the time of the song just now made him re-experience the journey of General and her, and his heart was tormented again and again.

But he, Qian Shaojie, wanted to suffer again!
To Ye Wenxuan, the mere three hundred yuan was insignificant.But looking at the tearful Qian Shaojie in front of him, he said softly.

"it is good……"

In Ye Wenxuan's singing, the guests in the Fantasy Tavern were all drunk...

Just like the name of the Fantasy Tavern, like a dream, drunk in it...

Those who have suffered, I am willing to...

do it again……

(I have good wine, you have votes, brothers, do you dare to vote for me...)
(End of this chapter)