I really don't want to be a superstar

Chapter 64, Gramophone, Found
Su Muqiu is a very straightforward person.

Good is good and bad is bad.Right is right and wrong is wrong.

At first, she felt that the song was bad and refused to sing it, because no matter what, writing a song in a few minutes would definitely not be of good quality, and might even insult the 'music'.

But now when she saw the score of this song, she realized that she was wrong, and it was quite outrageous.

This song is very, very good. Throughout his career, Su Muqiu seems to have not found many existences that can match this song.

Su Muqiu realized that he seemed to have misunderstood the man in front of him. This song was not written on a whim, but was conceived long ago.

Elegant and lingering, like a kite whispering, it exudes an atmosphere that belongs to the old era, making Su Muqiu feel like dreaming back to the last century.

Su Muqiu couldn't even believe that this song was composed by a man, and he couldn't even believe that it was composed by a young man living in modern times.

What kind of delicate thought is required to create such a piece of music?

Su Muqiu still couldn't help asking.

"You wrote this song?"

"Is there anyone else present?"

On the surface, Li Yun is confident and confident, but no one else knows that he copied it
Su Muqiu did not refute. If this kind of song was written by someone else, it would definitely not be unknown. It may become popular on the Internet as soon as it is exposed. It is impossible for someone like her to let go of such a song. .

This song was really written by the man in front of me.

"Excellent. Do you want me to sing here?"

"Well, this song was originally composed for my uncle and grandpa."

Su Muqiu nodded, and after glancing at the score, he was ready to clear his throat and start singing.

Li Yun watched from the side in a daze.

"Aren't you going to practice?"

"Need not."

Do you think you are Liu Donghua, you can sing directly when you see the score?
"I think it's better to listen to me sing it again. Although this song is not difficult, there is still a difference in the emotion and pitch."

Li Yun tactfully expressed that he should take it easy.

Su Muqiu glanced at Li Yun with interest: "I thought you recognized me, that's why you wanted me to sing."

Li Yun: "???"

Who are you.
Li Yun just wanted to find a girl nearby to sing.

"You really didn't recognize me?" Su Muqiu saw that Li Yun's innocent expression didn't seem to be fake, so he took off the mask directly: "What about now?"

It was a very beautiful face, even half a notch better than Li Zijing's in appearance.

The brows and eyes are like willows, and the white-faced oval face is delicate and pretty.

However..
Who is this?
Li Yun was stunned, still showing a black question mark expression, his eyes were still a little confused, no matter what the girl in front of him hinted, he didn't respond.

"Big girl, I really haven't seen you before."

Su Muqiu was also a little confused.

I took off my mask, but the other side still didn't recognize me?

"you do not know me?"

"Why should I know you?"

Regarding the impression of the girl in front of him, Li Yun really has no other thoughts except that she looks pretty.

Su Muqiu was a little depressed. She didn't expect that she tried so hard to hide her identity and appearance, but she said that she didn't know Fang Fang. This feeling made Su Muqiu a little frustrated.
"Forget it, if you don't know it, don't know it. I'm not a Huaxia coin, so there's no need for everyone to know each other."

Then pick up the sheet music and get ready to sing.

Li Yun stared at Su Muqiu, thinking that he was about to stretch his hips, but unexpectedly, a soft and clear voice came.

A cappella is a test of a person's level.
And the girl in front of her surprised Li Yun at the first sound.

The south wind blows cool.

The nightingale cried sadly.

All the flowers under the moon fall into dreams.

Only that evening scent.

Confidential fragrance.

I love the dark night.

Also love that the nightingale sings.

I love the flower-like dream more, hugging and kissing the evening primrose.

Ye Laixiang, I sing for you.

Evening primrose, I think about you.

A song of evening primrose, lingering in the small ward, lingered in the breeze.

Su Muqiu sang very well, and even turned the entire ward into a stage, singing without emotion.

The woman in front of her is definitely a professional singer.

Li Yun made such a judgment subconsciously.

And the emotion for the music is also very well grasped, where should be light, where should be heavy, where should be fast, where should be slow, all of them are well grasped, it is not like singing this song for the first time.

Li Yun has only heard Teresa Teng's version, and Teresa Teng's version of Tuberose is lighter and brighter, and the voice of the woman in front of him is even hoarse, with a taste of old Shanghai.
Li Yun felt that if he had heard the Li Xianglan version of "Evening Fragrance", it would probably be like this.

And Li Jianyun had already woken up.

When he woke up, he heard Su Muqiu singing.

He was already a little demented, and he couldn't remember many things.

Li Jianyun knew that he might have forgotten something very important.

He wanted to get it back, but couldn't.

But when I heard this song, for some reason, two lines of tears flowed down my face.

He obviously hadn't heard this song before, but for some reason, he cried, and the rhythm and tone of the sound brought him into the world of his memory.

The secrets buried in the depths are awakened, and the blurred life, every frown and smile become clear in front of my eyes.

hazy memory.

Past lives, everything.

Because of old age, illness, the memories that can never be forgotten
"Ah, I remembered."

Li Jianyun listened to this song, dreaming back to the past, when he was still a teenager, he entered the colorful magic city
Here, he learned the knowledge to accompany him throughout his life, and he met his classmates
Seeing the light and shadow of the girl in cheongsam singing on the stage, she was confident, beautiful, and radiant.

I also saw the song that hugged him, gave him a warm embrace, and sang the song of hope and light with a hoarse voice in the midst of the cold and severe winter.

A bright light, lighting up Li Jianyun's heart again and again
The lost gramophone.

found it.

(End of this chapter)