Since ancient times, talented people have been born in the Red Chamber

Chapter 27 There is no time to be a star and rely on appearance to make a living

Chapter 27

"Since Brother Wang has agreed, why don't you have the audacity to come and accompany Brother Wang?" Miss Yunyan smiled sweetly, lifted the pipa on her lap, and flexibly strummed the strings with five fingers.

"Then there's Miss Lao Yunyan." Wang Yang grinned, and the smile looked like a gentleman, calm and unhurried.

This made the other girls couldn't help but look at each other, but Liu Yiyi's eyes lit up, so she just sat aside and leaned against the table, she also wanted to listen to it, because she was able to create such a beautiful and beautiful song. What kind of surprises can Wang Yang give himself with novelty tunes.

Wang Yang glanced at the spot, then walked over, picked up a broom, thought for a while, and threw it away, then picked up an unused writing brush, held it in his hand, um, compared to a microphone, it was still too Xi, the king of karaoke, Wang Yang of Club Maiba had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​replacing the microphone with a substitute.

I can only imagine that there is a Lime in front of me, and then I squint my eyes slightly and shake my head rhythmically. In the eyes of a group of girls who are confused by Wang Yang holding a broom and playing with a brush, I start to use his slightly magnetic Another clear voice of a young man sang.

"A lamp of sorrow stands alone at the window, and I pretend behind the door that you haven't left yet... The old place is like revisiting the full moon, and it's even more lonely. The candlelight awake in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me..."

After singing less than three or five lines, Wang Yang felt that the rhythm of the pipa in Yunyan's hand beside him was slightly chaotic, so he had to stop and turn around.

Seeing Miss Yunyan looking at Wang Yang with an unbelievable expression on her face, she looked away embarrassedly after a long time. "Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted when I heard your libretto just now. I won't do it next time."

The music started again, and this time, those girls who were waiting to watch the show just now were all sitting upright at the moment, their beautiful eyes were full of splendor, and only those few lines of libretto had already been felt by everyone, as if they were with each other This song is a match made in heaven, that kind of fit.

The music gradually, and with Wang Yang's singing, it seems to make people see a gentle and poignant love story. The language is half-literate, half-white, easy to understand, and it seems to have a sharp hook to hook your heart. Apex, crisp, warm, sour...

Even if Miss Yunyan has time to play her pipa, Wang Yang is already immersed in her own singing. Turn into a cloud of smoke and go with the wind.

When the singing gradually died down, Wang Yang slowly opened his moist eyes, only then did he notice that all the women present were tearful and sad, and the pipa in Miss Yunyan's hand had already been put down. The pretty face that is carefully groomed has already been covered with pear blossoms and rain.

And Liu Yiyi, a beautiful girl, still maintained the posture she had when she first listened to the singing, but her watery eyes were already red, she bit her red lips tightly, and stared at Wang Yang without blinking.

"That...you have already listened to it, what do you think?" Wang Yang saw these tender women crying and crying, and felt awkward for a while, so he had to bite the bullet and remind.

"You go and sing!" At this time, Liu Yiyi slapped the desk, stood up, looked at Wang Yang with burning eyes, and the eyes were shining brightly.

"Hey, don't mess around, I'm just providing the content, and I'm not responsible for the rest." Wang Yang turned pale with shock, his head shaking like a drum, he had so many things to do in a day (commendative word), how could he There is so much free time to do these things, besides, this is not the 21st century, and you can still be a star and earn your living.

Not knowing what Liu Yiyi thought of, she nodded sadly. "That's right, but with such a libretto and this song, the slave family can already be sure that the three buildings and pavilions will not be the opponents of our Yihonglou."

"Yunyan was rude just now, sir, please don't blame me..." Miss Yunyan, who recovered her mood and wiped the tears from her face, came to Wang Yang with light steps, bowed her knees, and said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't know what I'm capable of, so it's understandable to have such thoughts. As for Mr., I can't afford to be..."

"Qingdai, Xiaoxiao, Ahqing...have met Mr.." At this time, several other girls who played musical instruments also came to Wang Yang and gave a blessing, very solemnly.

"...Okay, they called you Mr. because you are amazingly talented. These lyrics and music are all made by you. Naturally, they should be called you Mr.." Liu Yiyi came to Wang Yang's side and tugged at Wang Yang's cuff In a low voice.

"...Since that's the case, well, please remember, girls, practice hard, and know how to infuse your emotions into your music, and your joy, anger, sorrow and joy are in it."

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In the room, the music of "East Wind Breaks" could be heard faintly through the window lattice. Wang Yang was about to leave, but Liu Yiyi held his hand. "What's the rush? It's the first time I saw you finished showing off your abilities and didn't continue to be complacent. Could there be something on your mind?"

Liu Yiyi's rippling eyes fell on Wang Yang's face, bright and charming, seeing the concern in the eyes of this beauty who was so close at hand made Wang Yang's heart warm.

"No, there is nothing on my mind. For an honest gentleman like me, what I worry about every day is only my family, country, and world..." I was moved in my heart, but my lips slipped out of a Guangzhou-Han high-speed railway line.

"Don't make trouble, you won't talk well?" Liu Yiyi's eyes darkened, and she couldn't help casting a coquettish sideways glance at Wang Yang and said.

A bundle of autumn spinach was thrown, Wang Daguan could only stand beside Liu Yiyi very gentlemanly, listening to the music overflowing from the window lattice.

The setting sun in the distance is gradually setting, and the whole face is covered by the setting sun, and the smoke from the cooking is gradually rising, covering the whole Tokyo Bianliang in a hazy haze.

Liu Yiyi's expression was extraordinarily focused, she lightly parted her ruddy and sexy lips and spoke. "It's so beautiful... Since I was a child, I have always liked being on the heights of Yihong Building. From such a distance, no matter it is early morning, or dusk, or when it is raining or snowing, Bianliang, Tokyo is very beautiful..."

"Well, it's really beautiful. Unexpectedly, one day I will be able to see this northern... well, Tokyo Bianliang in the Song Dynasty." Wang Yang also nodded with deep emotion, wanting to compare it with those modern tube buildings. In other words, this kind of wood and stone classical architecture is more artistic.

"Brother Wang, just now, when you sang, tears were already streaming down your face. Did you think of someone?" Liu Yiyi turned her face sideways, her white and suet-like face looked like that under the afterglow of the setting sun Lovely.

A pair of dark brown pupils, also under the afterglow, seem to be the two most beautiful ambers in the world, which makes people intoxicated.

"I didn't think of anything." Wang Yang shook his head slowly, his eyes seemed to be very indifferent, but the melancholy and helplessness in his eyes made Liu Yiyi feel pain in his heart.

Wang Yang held the fence with one hand and stood against the wind, his back as straight as a flagpole. "The past has gone with the wind, disappeared in the past, without the memory and nostalgia of the past, sometimes, isn't it a good thing?"

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