After rua got Tianwang's kitten[Entertainment Circle]

There is a small stage in the corner of the bar, four musicians are sitting on the stage, the style is a bit naughty.

There are four members in the band, one is wearing an orange flower headscarf, the other is with dreadlocks, and looks like a foreigner.

There are also two bald heads, their skins are all tanned by the plateau sun.

No wonder there was no one in this bar, but if Shen Yi hadn't heard the music that moved his heart so much, he would definitely not dare to go to this scene.

This band is not a traditional guitar bass drum configuration, probably an ethnic band.

There are strings, a sound between the matouqin and the guitar, not so regular, and even slightly out of tune.

There are drums, tambourines, and when the drums sound, the sound of slightly hoarse bells is mixed in.

And the most amazing thing is the horn, a musical instrument like a horn, no matter what time it is, it gives people a primitive sense of beauty.

Such a prelude gave Shen Yi the feeling that it was like the wind blowing through the eternal Pami Plateau.

Then, the singer started to sing, it was the big flower turban brother.

In his real voice, he has a sexy smokey voice, but when he switches to false voice, he has an ethereal and mellow voice that is indistinguishable between male and female.

In the wind that has been blowing for thousands of years, there is always an old man telling old stories. The voice of the singer is like that old man, like the wind and sand blowing rough across the Gobi, like the moonlight reflecting on the snow-capped mountains.

He sang in a language Shen Yi couldn't understand, and Shen Yi guessed it was Tibetan.

He closed his eyes, and there were many scenes in front of him.

Sometimes it is the sacred mountain and holy lake that I saw today, and sometimes it is the stage that dazzles me. Prayer flags are hunting and flying among the interlaced beams of light, and white birds are singing amidst the cheers of fans.

When the melody faded away amidst the sound of the tambourine, Shen Yi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

After Brother Turban sang, he took a look down the stage. In fact, there were only two people in the bar, Shen Yi and Song Yan, so he naturally looked over.

Brother Turban looked at Shen Yi and asked, "How is it? Does it sound good?"

Shen Yi nodded: "It sounds good, I rarely hear this style of music."

"This style of music is called spiritual poetry." The turban brother took a sip of water, "It comes from South America, and it is a ballad sung to the gods by the aborigines during sacrifices."

"But you seem to be singing in Tibetan." Shen Yi said.

Brother Turban nodded: "Indeed, because this is a song I wrote myself."

Shen Yi was stunned, blinking his eyes, South American music with Tibetan lyrics, it sounds like coffee is as disharmonious as garlic.

But when I actually heard this song, I felt nothing like this. The original vitality, wonderful sense of religion, and full of exotic customs are all vividly displayed in the song.

"This song is called "White Bird"." The turban brother said, "There is a kind of white bird on the Pami Plateau. I forget the scientific name. It is either a crane or a heron. They can fly very high. Look up at their At that time, I saw only the clouds, the sun and the snow on the top of the mountain, no matter what troubles in the world, I can forget them all at that moment.”

"Do you have many worries?" Shen Yi asked.

Brother Turban smiled and didn't answer, Shen Yi saw a big gold tooth inlaid on the right side of his front tooth.

"You're a singer, aren't you?" the turban asked.

Shen Yi was shocked, he believed that it was impossible for Brother Turban to recognize his profession by looking at the crystal ball, so Brother Turban recognized his face.

This was something Shen Yi never expected, no one would have thought that a group of bands singing spiritual poems in Tibetan in the bar at the corner of Yunzhou Bar Street would meet a budding young singer.

Shen Yi asked embarrassedly: "You know me?"

"I don't know." The turban brother said.

Then he glanced at Song Yan who was looking at the murals on the wall not far away, lowered his voice and said to Shen Yi: "But I know him."

Shen Yi: "..."

Brother Turban: "I also know about his recent gossip."

Shen Yi: "..."

Brother Turban meant that he knew that Shen Yi was Song Yan's crush, and it was said that this was what Shen Yi was most afraid of hearing recently.But perhaps because he was dazzled by the incense that filled the room, Shen Yi actually felt that he didn't mind too much.

"Come to relax?" Brother Turban asked.

Shen Yi smiled and didn't answer, this question was a bit too close to reality, he came here just to get rid of that emotion.

Brother Turban changed the question: "You are a singer, do you want to sing?"

Shen Yi shook her head.Not really wanting to sing, maybe singing PTSD.

Brother Turban smiled again, showing his big gold teeth again, Shen Yi really wanted to ask where he got them.

Brother Turban turned around and murmured a few words to the foreign drummer behind him. The drummer responded and clapped the tambourine in his hand.

This time it sounded very rhythmic, like the drums of a tribal sacrificial dance.

As soon as the prelude sounded, Shen Yi found himself beating the beat uncontrollably.

Shen Yi:.

As if he didn't see his music cell and self-restraint battle at the moment, the turban brother himself jumped up and swayed to the beat of the drum.

Shen Yi endured the first eight bars and the first verse, and when it came to the chorus, he couldn't bear it anymore.

This kind of fast song is uncomfortable if you don't shake your head along with it.

He stood up, feeling a little slapped in the face, but Brother Turban didn't even look at him, and went straight to the chorus.

The chorus melody of this song is very simple, the one repeated back and forth, it is still in English, Shen Yi will be able to listen to it once, and the chorus repeats the same sentence eight times.

When it came time to enter the second chorus, Shen Yi couldn't control herself and sang along.

In such a loud music, I couldn't hear his voice anyway, and even if I heard it, Brother Turban would pretend not to hear it.

Feelings of catharsis, feelings of self-evasion, feelings of conflict.

All kinds of emotions were mixed in the roaring singing. At first he even forgot what it was like to open his voice, but later he shouted and sweated.

At the end of the song, Shen Yi felt a little embarrassed. He looked at Brother Turban, who didn't make any comments at all.

He slowly re-tie a beautiful bow on his turban that has been scattered, and then said: "This song is called "Trouble."

Shen Yi smacked the taste of the song title.

"When you wrote this song, were you in a bad mood?" Shen Yi asked.

Brother Turban didn't answer either, just like when he asked Shen Yi personal questions, he seemed unwilling to answer questions related to himself.

Brother Turban asked Shen Yi: "What do you think music is?"

Shen Yi pondered for a while: "Is it a tool for self-expression?"

Brother Turban was noncommittal.

Shen Yi thought about it from a mysterious and mysterious angle, which was similar to the decoration of this bar.

"Is it pious?" Shen Yi felt a little fake.

Brother Turban's expression became a little strange.

"Is it love?" Shen Yi changed his mind.

Brother Turban pursed his lips.

"Is it the belief deep in the soul?" These words exaggerated to Shen Yi himself.

Brother Turban couldn't help laughing.

Shen Yi:.

Brother Turban took another sip of water, coughed twice and said, "You think too complicated."

"Music is what makes you happy, nothing more."

Shen Yi was stunned.

Brother Turban continued: "So, I wrote "White Bird" because the white bird in the sky made me happy, and I wrote "Annoyance" because it made me happy when it was rocking like this, without much other meaning. A song, a piece of music, actually doesn’t need so much heavy meaning, as long as it can make you happy is enough.”

Shen Yi bit her lip and said nothing.

The turban brother didn't say anything more, and continued to sing. His songs are all in the style of spiritual poems, some are good, some are not good, but he is always immersed in them when he sings. It can be seen that he enjoys singing this matter.

Shen Yi and Song Yan held the venue and listened all night until the bar was closed, and Brother Turban saw them off at the door.

Shen Yi never asked the turban brother his name all the way. People who appear in such a dress and do not introduce themselves usually don't want others to know their name.

Shen Yi thinks that he may be a young man, or a traveler, he looks so open-minded and happy, maybe because of music as a protection/umbrella, he probably never felt pain.

It would be great if I could get that feeling back.

Brother Turban waved goodbye to Shen Yi.

He had been wearing a loose Tibetan robe, and when he raised his hand, the sleeves slipped off, Shen Yi's eyes widened in a blink of an eye.

On Brother Turban's wrist, there were several deep scars criss-crossing.

-

One month later, Christmas.

Ye Feichi is going to release the second announcement of his album on Christmas Day. He has chosen a very good venue for the press conference, and the media has also invited him. According to Feng Shui, all omens are good luck.

It would be a proud thing to have a high-ranking search on Christmas Eve.

The second announcement went smoothly, and the reporters were very enthusiastic. As the leading national singer in China, the album "No Cloud" has been expected by many people.

When the reporter asked when it would be released, Ye Feichi smiled and said next year's Spring Festival.

The reporter asked what expectations he had for the new album, and Ye Feichi said that he would make the best national style album.When he said this, he suddenly thought of Song Yan and his "Mountain and Sea", but this thought was expelled from his mind for a second.

None exist anymore.Let alone competing with him, whether Song Yan's "Mountain and Sea" album can continue is a matter of nothing.

This thought made Ye Feichi's smile even brighter.

After the end, Ye Feichi asked his manager for his mobile phone.

"How's the trending search?" Ye Feichi asked.

"It's... pretty good." The manager said, stuttering a little.

This stuttering made Ye Feichi feel wrong. He took his phone and clicked on Weibo Hot Search.

On the first page he didn't even see himself.

Moreover, Ye Feichi's pupils shrank suddenly when the second most popular search came into view.

The second most searched: #宋廉新歌听听#

Ye Feichi couldn't believe it, and felt that he was hallucinating.

Song Yan?new song?Didn't he have a bad throat?

The next time he saw the number one hot search.

#沉意《追光》#.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-2821:11:14~2020-09-2921:39:56期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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