Great Artist

Maybe it's because he had just had a discussion with Jason Majaz a few days ago, so Gu Luobei's mind is full of the famous songs he heard in his previous life. After hesitating for a while, Gu Luobei plucked the strings lightly with his right hand and played the "Last Christmas" he collaborated on that night again.

Gu Luobei's performance of "Last Christmas" today continued the style of "Midnight" a few days ago, but without the help of drums, the tune became longer. Gu Luobei thought for a while, plucked the strings and played two eight beats, and then tapped the piano box with his right hand to beat the rhythm. The collision between the palm and the piano box echoed a muffled sound. Although it was not clear, it made it sound. The tone of the whole song becomes fresh.

This completely simple way of playing music presents the most primitive melody instead. Even Gu Luobei, who was a performer, could feel the throbbing in his blood. Involuntarily, the smile on the corner of his mouth was like the sun at eight o'clock in the morning. It was not dazzling, but made people feel warm and hopeful from the bottom of his heart.

Gu Luobei was enjoying himself here, and the melody at his fingertips became more and more cheerful, but the surroundings were deserted, and there was not even a single onlooker. I don't know if it's because Gu Luobei's country music is not good enough and won't be recognized by the city; But Gu Luobei didn't mind, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never relaxed.

Playing the strings, Gu Luobei was trying to compose a new song. The inspiration from Nashville and Jason Mayez gave him a fresh indifference to the melody between his fingers. After playing the song, Gu Luobei found that most of the song had been completed, but he didn't have many thoughts on the lyrics. Played it again and perfected the song little by little. When it came to the chorus, Gu Luobei just sang the sentence "The world is cold and the angels can't fly", but the other lyrics were never again. Not many ideas.

Whether acting or writing, Gu Luobei is talented, but he is still learning step by step. So, don't rush.

"This world is freezing cold, and angels can't fly." A tender voice rang out next to him, causing Gu Luobei to turn his head.

Finally there was an audience. Although she was only a teenage girl, Gu Luobei didn't mind at all. She smiled and said, "What's wrong? Don't you like this lyrics?"

The little Loli with wavy golden curly hair in front of her raised her head, those sapphire blue eyes looked at Gu Luobei, pursed her lips and nodded, which was an answer to the question just now.

Gu Luobei burst into laughter. Although the melody of this song is fresh, he has already experienced a thousand sails in his heart, and the lyrics he just blurted out are inevitably a little sad. The appearance is eighteen years old, but the heart is an uncle who is about to be fifty years old. Looking at this little girl who is only ten years old, the smile on the corner of Gu Luobei's mouth is even bigger, "Then change it."

The slender fingers of the right hand moved again, and it was astonishingly "can't help falling in love". This lively and cheerful tune immediately made the atmosphere lightened.

The little girl squatted on the side of the road holding her chin, quietly listening to the music of the wandering artist in front of her. Straws of golden sunlight seemed to dance on her slender fingers, just like a fairy who can magic in fairy tales. The five strings of the violin change into the most magical notes. The little girl seemed to have seen the most wonderful things in the world, staring intently at the fingers flying up and down the strings. With every simple stroke, there would be golden, sun-coated musical symbols dancing in the air.

After an unknown amount of time, the little girl found that the hands in front of her had actually stopped, and finally she could clearly see the strings of the guitar. The little girl doesn't seem to believe that the ordinary string in front of her eyes can generate such great magic power with a single swipe. She involuntarily stretched out her hand and wanted to move it, but her hand only reached mid-air, and then stopped, the little girl raised her head, and slammed into those azure blue eyes.

Those were a pair of clear and transparent eyes, and the slender and thick eyebrows were like a layer of mist, making the eyes looming. But at this time, perhaps because the little girl was still young, the people in front of her were not so prepared. The mist had disappeared, allowing her to clearly see the blue, which was heartbreaking. With just one glance, I fell into this blue. There was a faint smile in those eyes, just like the misty forest where Jin Chaoyang was sprinkled, fresh and mysterious. But behind that smile, there is endless black, which makes people think of exploring the black.

It was only for a moment, those eyes blinked, they were still the same eyes, but the little girl woke up, looked over again, and saw that layer of mist shrouded again, only the clear gleam of clarity could be seen. The blue is looming. The little girl couldn't help but regret for a while, as if the story had only seen an interesting beginning, and then came to an abrupt end, giving people countless thoughts about the subsequent plot, but they could only be described in their minds.

"Do you want to try?" The man in front of him said with a smile on his lips, his voice was very hearty, and the hoarseness of the ending made people involuntarily draw a smile.

The little girl nodded, looked away from those eyes, and returned to the guitar again. It was the simplest tone of wood, with no ornate decorations on it, and it was very clean. The guitar was handed forward, and the man's voice sounded again, "Then try."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then looked back at the direction of the park. She should be looking for traces of her family, but there was no one. When she turned around again, she took the guitar. The guitar, which I thought could be clean, took a closer look, but found a lot of scratches on it, showing the master's great achievements in traveling around the world. However, it is clear that the owner cherishes this guitar very much, and it is often cleaned and maintained, so it is kept in good condition.

As soon as the guitar starts, the body can feel the coldness of the instrument, especially in February before the winter has passed, it is even more obvious. But when the little girl's hand touched the neck of the guitar, she felt a warm warmth, presumably the part where the man in front of her clenched tightly.

On the side of the piano box, the little girl saw a string of signatures written with a white pen, "Evan Bell", and read it softly in her heart. The little girl raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. Those eyes have been hidden behind the mist, and only the well-defined face can be seen, and the thin lips gently outline a subtle arc. Although it is not a smile, it can make people feel relaxed.

"Is it difficult to learn guitar?" the little girl asked with her immature face raised.

The little girl in front of her was only eleven or twelve years old, with curly blond hair casually draped over her shoulders. Because of her age, she had no charm at all, and instead looked more and more immature. The round face seems to still have young baby fat left, but the pair of sapphire blue eyes are deep and compelling.

Gu Luobei smiled, "It's difficult." To learn string music, fingers and strings squeeze each other, this kind of pain must be endured, and it is normal for some people with thin skin to bleed. Seeing the little girl's eyes flashing, Gu Luobei went on to say, "But it's not difficult. As long as you are willing to work hard, the guitar is actually not difficult at all." Applicable.

The little girl didn't seem to be able to understand these contradictory words at such a young age. She stared blankly at Gu Luobei, but instead made Gu Luobei, who boasted that his face was comparable to the city wall, a little embarrassed. The little girl lowered her head thoughtfully and plucked according to the strings of the guitar, but unfortunately the **** of her left hand was wrong, and there was no crisp sound from the strings at all, only the muffled sound of the strings hitting the piano box.

Gu Luobei stretched out his left hand and made a gesture in the air. The smile on his face bloomed. He remembered the days when he first learned the guitar, "The left hand should use the strength of the fingertips to press the strings." Gu Luobei pointed to the position of the fretboard on the neck and gave a simple demonstration with his left hand.

The little girl followed suit. She also pressed the strings with her left hand. The oppression that came after the thin strings and fingertips contacted ~www.readwn.com~ made the little girl's fingers loose - she was still young. Small, fingers are too tender. But then, as if reluctant to admit defeat, she held down the strings again, and then plucked the strings. This time, the strings made a low, crisp sound. Although it was not loud, it was a real sound. This made the little girl look up and show a big smile at Gu Luobei.

Looking at the little girl who was starting from scratch, Gu Luobei couldn't help showing a happy smile. The process of learning music and getting in touch with music was like this. Although it was painful, it was more of joy. Music is not music if the most primitive pleasure of music is discarded. In Gu Luobei's point of view, the melancholy mood of giving up rock and roll to become an idol band will never find their music again.

"Sir, can you play the first tune again?" The little girl handed the guitar back to Gu Luobei, raised her little head, looked at Gu Luobei with a serious face.

However, Gu Luobei raised his eyebrows. He thought that the sentence "The world is so cold and the angels can't fly" was too sad. The little girl in front of her was too young to understand and would not like it. Now it is unexpected.

But Gu Luobei didn't refuse, with a gentleman's smile on his face, "Miss, I'm honored to play this song for you..." Gu Luobei paused, and found that the song just now had no name at all, so let's use a code name first Well, "this 'A'."

The same guitar, from the little girl's hand to Gu Luobei's hand, the spirit jumping between the strings appeared again. In a trance, the faint sadness behind this fresh and indifferent melody, accompanied by The breeze was blowing gently, and the world was quiet.

Today's second update, please collect more and recommend more!

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