Chapter 197
Good Song
Chapter 197 Good Song
"Mr. Lu, do you want to sing "Sunflower"? Let us accompany you."
Seeing that Lu Xin was about to take the stage, Feng Jun, who had just finished singing, said hurriedly, and the other musicians also had excited expressions on their faces.
Except for the tour in Shanghai, they had never seen Lu Xin sing.
At most, in the studio, when I saw him teaching Zhang Jiaqi to sing nursery rhymes, I sang a few lines.
Several people are now devoted to Lu Xin, and to help Lu Xin live accompaniment is more exciting than singing by themselves.
Lu Xin shook his head and said with a smile, "Just give me the guitar."
After all, the atmosphere of this bar is relatively quiet and artistic, and most of the bands in the bar are just accompaniment, and rarely sing too boring songs.
"Sunflower" is not suitable.
In fact, Lu Xin is a little strange. The previous "hourly work band" is not this style. The songs are full of violence, criticism and sarcasm.
I don't know why, after Suhang retired and opened a bar, these things disappeared from the repertoire.
It’s not necessarily catering to the market, there are also places next to it that are similar to the “Night Club” in Shangjing, which are much more restless than the Suhang Bar.
"it is good."
Although a little disappointed, Feng Jun still handed over the guitar.
Then, several people stepped down.
When they returned to their seats, they heard the sound of a guitar above them.
Then came Lu Xin's singing.
"That day, at dusk,
Snow began to fall,
Sorrow, full of hills,
Wait for youth to end.
midnight movie,
Filled with old love,
Sing to the youth in the dark.
......"
The voice is clear, but with a bit of vicissitudes. It is hard to imagine a young man in his early twenties playing and singing.
As soon as the first lyrics and melody came out, Wan Ya's expression changed.
Of course she knows Lu Xin's talent, whether it's emotional songs, dance music, or nursery rhymes, including folk rock, they are all top-notch.
It's just that the song she is playing and singing now still makes her full of emotion.
It goes without saying that Lu Xin has already demonstrated his singing skills on the stage of the Jingting Music Concert tour last time.
What surprised her even more was this song, this song.
There is no doubt that this song should be classified into the category of folk songs.
But this is by no means an ordinary ballad, its rhythm is soothing and pleasant, and the melody is even more beautiful.
And the lyrics are even more like poetry.
"Sorrow, full of hills, waiting for youth to end."
What a beautiful lyrics, but it is lingeringly sad.
"It's such a good song," she murmured.
Such beautiful and sad lyrics, I am afraid no one will be able to write them again.
Coupled with the wonderful combination of melody and lyrics, when Lu Xin plays and sings with his eyes closed, he brings people's thoughts into the song.
Bring into your own past years.
Ling Xue originally made a fuss, but it was too easy for Lu Xin to sing on stage, so naturally he would not be stumped.
But she didn't expect that this song would be so good.
The lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, and Lu Xin's voice is both youthful and vicissitudes, slowly unfolding a picture.
"Come on girl,
To see the red morning glow.
take my love song,
You sing to the wind.
......"
Dusk with snowflakes, melancholy emotions, ungraspable youth, a love movie at midnight, the end of the movie, walking with a girl on the street to meet the morning glow, the girl is singing.
The dew hangs on the girl's hair, and the transparent water drops fall, but the blink of an eye has become the passing time.
Then there is the appearance in the memory of the other party, an unforgettable memory.
"When years and beauty have become sighs in the wind and dust,
There are old tears in your sentimental eyes.
......"
Such words, such scenes, and such emotions are so clearly conveyed to the ears through the melody.
A touch of sadness pervaded the entire bar.
Zhang Ruoxi had never heard this song before. Lu Xin had sung many songs in front of her, but not this one.
She was equally attracted by the lyrics and melody, and this picturesque song was deeply engraved in her heart.
In addition, she still has a trace of doubt and a trace of distress.
"Believe in the age of love,
The song I couldn't sing to you,
Let me often recall in my life. "
Zhang Ruoxi, who has been with Lu Xin for so long, can naturally feel that that ex-girlfriend does not have such weight in Lu Xin's heart.
The lyrics seem to be reminiscing about the past years and missing the lover who couldn't catch it.
But she heard a trace of loneliness and sadness from it, and she didn't know why it happened.
Zhang Ruoxi has learned to write songs, and understands that sometimes what the creator writes is not necessarily personal experience.
But no matter how she felt Lu Xin's sadness, she felt distressed and grieved accordingly.
After the last song "Once Upon a Time", the bar was still a little noisy, but after Lu Xin started singing, the sound immediately disappeared.
Apparently, the song has such magic that it quiets everyone down.
Feng Jun was also listening quietly, he even held his breath.
Even if "Once Upon a Time" is not a very popular song, after the live performance by the band and the stimulation of various instruments, the people at the scene will be a little restless.
But Lu Xin only used a short piece of melody to break away from the emotions of the previous song, and was brought into this song again.
Moreover, although Feng Jun knows that the level of songwriting is average, he still has the ability to appreciate it.
There is nothing to say about the quality of this song, it is definitely the top level of folk songs.
In particular, the lyrics are full of pictures. Compared with most ballads that moan without illness, this lyrics is simply art.
"La la la la la la la la la
......"
As the final guitar ended, Lu Xin opened his eyes.
After singing, he exhaled, and said softly into the microphone: ""Lian Lian Feng Chen", thank you."
After speaking, I was ready to step down.
At this moment, he seems to have returned to the days when he sang here last year, and the last concluding remarks were also a habit at that time.
The guests in the audience were silent for a moment, and then applause broke out.
A girl came up with a bouquet of flowers, just in time to stop Lu Xin who was about to go down.
"You sing very well, I give it to you, but why haven't I heard this song?"
The girl handed over the flowers and asked with a smile.
Sending flowers is a tradition in Suzhou-Hangzhou bars. When you hear a song you like, you can buy flowers and send them to the singers on stage. Each bouquet of flowers costs 100 yuan.
There is no commission from the bar, and the singer will be paid in full in the end.
Lu Xin had received it twice before, and this was the third time.
He smiled and said, "Thank you."
But did not answer the following questions.
The two went down one after the other, and the guests below were still applauding, but soon the band came back on stage, and they stopped.
After being separated from the girl, Lu Xin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
The look in the girl's eyes when she was leaving just now seemed to recognize him.
In fact, even if you have seen the video of that tour, you may not be able to recognize it, but Feng Jun and the others just sang "Once Upon a Time", so there are more possibilities.
Fortunately, the lights on the stage were flickering, and the faces of the people looked a little distorted.
"Lu Xin."
As soon as he returned to his seat and sat down, Suhang's voice came.
He looked at the other party, "Brother Su."
"Good song!"
Suhang praised that he couldn't write such a style and such a song.
(End of this chapter)
"Mr. Lu, do you want to sing "Sunflower"? Let us accompany you."
Seeing that Lu Xin was about to take the stage, Feng Jun, who had just finished singing, said hurriedly, and the other musicians also had excited expressions on their faces.
Except for the tour in Shanghai, they had never seen Lu Xin sing.
At most, in the studio, when I saw him teaching Zhang Jiaqi to sing nursery rhymes, I sang a few lines.
Several people are now devoted to Lu Xin, and to help Lu Xin live accompaniment is more exciting than singing by themselves.
Lu Xin shook his head and said with a smile, "Just give me the guitar."
After all, the atmosphere of this bar is relatively quiet and artistic, and most of the bands in the bar are just accompaniment, and rarely sing too boring songs.
"Sunflower" is not suitable.
In fact, Lu Xin is a little strange. The previous "hourly work band" is not this style. The songs are full of violence, criticism and sarcasm.
I don't know why, after Suhang retired and opened a bar, these things disappeared from the repertoire.
It’s not necessarily catering to the market, there are also places next to it that are similar to the “Night Club” in Shangjing, which are much more restless than the Suhang Bar.
"it is good."
Although a little disappointed, Feng Jun still handed over the guitar.
Then, several people stepped down.
When they returned to their seats, they heard the sound of a guitar above them.
Then came Lu Xin's singing.
"That day, at dusk,
Snow began to fall,
Sorrow, full of hills,
Wait for youth to end.
midnight movie,
Filled with old love,
Sing to the youth in the dark.
......"
The voice is clear, but with a bit of vicissitudes. It is hard to imagine a young man in his early twenties playing and singing.
As soon as the first lyrics and melody came out, Wan Ya's expression changed.
Of course she knows Lu Xin's talent, whether it's emotional songs, dance music, or nursery rhymes, including folk rock, they are all top-notch.
It's just that the song she is playing and singing now still makes her full of emotion.
It goes without saying that Lu Xin has already demonstrated his singing skills on the stage of the Jingting Music Concert tour last time.
What surprised her even more was this song, this song.
There is no doubt that this song should be classified into the category of folk songs.
But this is by no means an ordinary ballad, its rhythm is soothing and pleasant, and the melody is even more beautiful.
And the lyrics are even more like poetry.
"Sorrow, full of hills, waiting for youth to end."
What a beautiful lyrics, but it is lingeringly sad.
"It's such a good song," she murmured.
Such beautiful and sad lyrics, I am afraid no one will be able to write them again.
Coupled with the wonderful combination of melody and lyrics, when Lu Xin plays and sings with his eyes closed, he brings people's thoughts into the song.
Bring into your own past years.
Ling Xue originally made a fuss, but it was too easy for Lu Xin to sing on stage, so naturally he would not be stumped.
But she didn't expect that this song would be so good.
The lyrics are as beautiful as poetry, and Lu Xin's voice is both youthful and vicissitudes, slowly unfolding a picture.
"Come on girl,
To see the red morning glow.
take my love song,
You sing to the wind.
......"
Dusk with snowflakes, melancholy emotions, ungraspable youth, a love movie at midnight, the end of the movie, walking with a girl on the street to meet the morning glow, the girl is singing.
The dew hangs on the girl's hair, and the transparent water drops fall, but the blink of an eye has become the passing time.
Then there is the appearance in the memory of the other party, an unforgettable memory.
"When years and beauty have become sighs in the wind and dust,
There are old tears in your sentimental eyes.
......"
Such words, such scenes, and such emotions are so clearly conveyed to the ears through the melody.
A touch of sadness pervaded the entire bar.
Zhang Ruoxi had never heard this song before. Lu Xin had sung many songs in front of her, but not this one.
She was equally attracted by the lyrics and melody, and this picturesque song was deeply engraved in her heart.
In addition, she still has a trace of doubt and a trace of distress.
"Believe in the age of love,
The song I couldn't sing to you,
Let me often recall in my life. "
Zhang Ruoxi, who has been with Lu Xin for so long, can naturally feel that that ex-girlfriend does not have such weight in Lu Xin's heart.
The lyrics seem to be reminiscing about the past years and missing the lover who couldn't catch it.
But she heard a trace of loneliness and sadness from it, and she didn't know why it happened.
Zhang Ruoxi has learned to write songs, and understands that sometimes what the creator writes is not necessarily personal experience.
But no matter how she felt Lu Xin's sadness, she felt distressed and grieved accordingly.
After the last song "Once Upon a Time", the bar was still a little noisy, but after Lu Xin started singing, the sound immediately disappeared.
Apparently, the song has such magic that it quiets everyone down.
Feng Jun was also listening quietly, he even held his breath.
Even if "Once Upon a Time" is not a very popular song, after the live performance by the band and the stimulation of various instruments, the people at the scene will be a little restless.
But Lu Xin only used a short piece of melody to break away from the emotions of the previous song, and was brought into this song again.
Moreover, although Feng Jun knows that the level of songwriting is average, he still has the ability to appreciate it.
There is nothing to say about the quality of this song, it is definitely the top level of folk songs.
In particular, the lyrics are full of pictures. Compared with most ballads that moan without illness, this lyrics is simply art.
"La la la la la la la la la
......"
As the final guitar ended, Lu Xin opened his eyes.
After singing, he exhaled, and said softly into the microphone: ""Lian Lian Feng Chen", thank you."
After speaking, I was ready to step down.
At this moment, he seems to have returned to the days when he sang here last year, and the last concluding remarks were also a habit at that time.
The guests in the audience were silent for a moment, and then applause broke out.
A girl came up with a bouquet of flowers, just in time to stop Lu Xin who was about to go down.
"You sing very well, I give it to you, but why haven't I heard this song?"
The girl handed over the flowers and asked with a smile.
Sending flowers is a tradition in Suzhou-Hangzhou bars. When you hear a song you like, you can buy flowers and send them to the singers on stage. Each bouquet of flowers costs 100 yuan.
There is no commission from the bar, and the singer will be paid in full in the end.
Lu Xin had received it twice before, and this was the third time.
He smiled and said, "Thank you."
But did not answer the following questions.
The two went down one after the other, and the guests below were still applauding, but soon the band came back on stage, and they stopped.
After being separated from the girl, Lu Xin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
The look in the girl's eyes when she was leaving just now seemed to recognize him.
In fact, even if you have seen the video of that tour, you may not be able to recognize it, but Feng Jun and the others just sang "Once Upon a Time", so there are more possibilities.
Fortunately, the lights on the stage were flickering, and the faces of the people looked a little distorted.
"Lu Xin."
As soon as he returned to his seat and sat down, Suhang's voice came.
He looked at the other party, "Brother Su."
"Good song!"
Suhang praised that he couldn't write such a style and such a song.
(End of this chapter)