supergiant age

Chapter 643

Jiang Xiaolou was wearing a simple T-shirt, cotton trousers, and slippers, and lay casually on the sofa, with a palm-sized scar on his ankle hanging in the air, which was injured when he was a child.

This is a place on the side of a mountain in the suburbs, remote and quiet.But Jiang Xiaolou is used to and enjoys this deserted feeling, he can stay in this house alone, and sometimes he even feels that he has nothing to do with this world.

He turned the downstairs into a recording studio. Most of the songs in the new album were recorded here, and he also wrote songs and created songs here.

Although he is slovenly and slovenly like an ordinary person, no one will deny that he is a good singer, a superstar who only sings ballads, only wants to make his own music, and only wants to sing about his own feelings.

He never cared whether he could become popular, he just wanted to be himself and tell everyone the real Jiang Xiaolou, Jiang Xiaolou without any packaging, and without any fake Jiang Xiaolou.

But this is why he has won countless supporters. As his fans said, the most touching part of his songs lies in the rare simplicity, atmosphere, and lightness.

He picked up the tablet computer in a rascally manner, and browsed the Huaxia Music Forum casually. The old golden retriever beside him put its head on his lap, squinting his eyes slightly.

Getting old... Jiang Xiaolou wiped his golden-haired thick head and sighed inwardly.

He knew it, it used to be so full of energy, full of curiosity and play all day.And now, it starts sleeping longer and longer.Its nose is no longer so dark and moist.The fur on its face began to turn white.It will often put its head on its knees and look at it for a long time, as if knowing that he can't accompany itself like this forever.

All this was happening slowly, but he was unable to change it. All this made him panic and helpless.

"The purest singing voice, the most talented mountain teacher! "

On the tablet computer, a title came into his field of vision, he was stunned for a moment, and then clicked on the post.

The video was still loading, so he first looked at the introduction of the host about the video.

As the title says, this video was taken by a caring team when they donated love in the mountains. The two children sang two beautiful songs that were not available to the outside world during the live broadcast.

It is guessed that these two songs were composed by a mountain teacher, but unfortunately, the teacher was not interviewed and no confirmation was obtained.

Is it a song written by the mountain teacher?Jiang Xiaolou suddenly became interested. He was very interested in this kind of the most original song that could best express his heart.

"The song "Insects Flying" is really nice, the tune is good, and the lyrics are well written. This teacher is very talented!"

"Could it be hype, this arrangement, this lyrics, obviously master level!"

"Please record the version, it's a pity that no one listens to such a good song."

"I dare say the talent of this teacher in the mountain area is astonishing! A hermit..."

"Instagram kills most of the songs on the market, it's a pity that there are no songs!"

……

After reading the message, he became even more interested.

Jiang Xiaolou took a puff of cigarette, let the acrid smoke flow in his lungs, and then escaped happily.

In the past few years, he has almost never left his hand. Even though he has already felt the impact of smoking on his throat, he still needs this method to relieve his current anxiety.

What makes him anxious is not only the camera, the gaze of strangers, but also his music.In the past few years, he has devoted [-]% of his enthusiasm and energy to music, but the more he devotes himself, the more anxious he becomes. He finds himself lost...

After a slow buffer, the video finally started playing.

The video has been edited. At the beginning, a little girl with a dirty face but extremely pure eyes is singing.

"The dark sky hangs low, the bright stars follow each other, and the insects fly..."

The clean and clear child's voice suddenly invaded Jiang Xiaolou's ears, and the innocent and kind singing voice immediately touched his heart.

A scene of little fireflies dotting the vast night sky appeared in his mind, and the faint light surrounded him, like a sky full of stars, magnificent and magical...

Different from ordinary singers, Jiang Xiaolou has an obvious Wenqing trait: sensitive, fragile, lonely, and twisted.

These qualities have been with him since childhood, just like the balloon in the hand of the child described by Modiano, which is constantly filled and inflated by the passing years.

Perhaps one day in the future, these balloons will be out of his hands, and he will become a cheerful, hard, warm, easy-going and lovely old man.

Before all that happened, Jiang Xiaolou was still struggling in the balloon-wrapped world as the public saw. No matter how many street corners he turned, his pain would not disappear quickly into the night.

But when he heard this unmodified, most immature and purest singing voice, he felt extraordinarily peaceful, as if wrapped in kindness and warmth, returning to his original state.

Although this song is like a nursery rhyme, the kind of sad, warm, and kind emotions made him unforgettable.

Until another high-pitched, roaring voice appeared in his ear in the video.

One moment, he was still immersed in the pure and sweet child's voice, and the next one was woken up by the high-pitched and hot voice, and anyone would feel uncomfortable.

So at that moment, Jiang Xiaolou frowned.

But gradually, his brows slowly relaxed...

"Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky, the sound of the willow flute blowing in the evening wind, the setting sun outside the mountain.

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of the friends are scattered, a pot of dirty wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

There are thousands of strands of love, a glass of wine, and the sound of the flute reminding you, ask you when you will go here, and don’t linger when you come..."

The older you are, the deeper your feelings.

Once, twice, three times...Jiang Xiaolou listened repeatedly until he memorized every word of the lyrics.

In the melodious, comfortable, sad but not sad tune, such a scene naturally appeared in his mind: outside the long pavilion fence, the setting sun slanted away, the ancient west wind road, the ancient grassland was given farewell, the flute was heard in Luocheng, the willows were broken by the evening wind, and the setting sun At dusk, at the ends of the earth, when you meet in the dark wine...

Indifferent and calm, silent and warm, farewell, this is the taste!

There is no story in this song, it is full of life...

Great talent!This is the real talent!
Jiang Xiaolou couldn't help being shocked in his heart, he couldn't wait to pick up the guitar and started playing and singing.

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky..."

A slightly hoarse magnetic voice sounded, and the "Farewell" played and sung by him seemed to have been tempered by the long river of time. He injected his emotion and understanding into this song, which can instantly catch people's hearts.

As his fans said, his voice is so clean and pleasing, even if he is old, his blood will not be cold...

Once, twice, three times, Jiang Xiaolou played and sang until his voice was hoarse, until his face burst into tears...

……

"The stars on TV are disgusting and I have no doubt that I would be different from them.

Later, in those years when I was inseparable from this industry, I was coerced, half pushed and half pushed forward, and while resisting, I enjoyed the favor, money, and reputation it gave me.

Once complacent, and quite a few years lost in it, indulging in pleasure, unable to extricate themselves.Until God took away all the talent and enthusiasm that was given to me. "

Jiang Xiaolou's last Weibo was like this. It was posted three years ago. He is so unscrupulous and unscrupulous.

And on this day, the Weibo that he had stopped for a long time was updated again.

""Farewell"... even one song like this, as long as I wrote it, I would be willing to die!"

Then, his fans went crazy, and the entire Chinese music scene went crazy!

(End of this chapter)