Chapter 185

Rong Xiaoqi was a little stunned, then thought for a moment and nodded.

The font of this world is no different from that of today. There are only a few differences, but it doesn't affect.

Old man Quan took out a good paper and pen from his ruins tripod and put it on the smooth and round stone table.

Rong Xiaoqi mentioned the pen. Because he was born in a scholarly family, he was very familiar with these things.

The brush that has been written for more than ten years is not as good as those people, but it is also at the upper middle level.

Rong Xiaoqi's words are delicate, and he doesn't deliberately imitate anyone. Therefore, he has become a school of his own, but he has written his due momentum.

Rong Xiaoqi writes and sings, young but some crisp.

Therefore, when Rong Xiaoqi didn't sing, Mr. Quan began to hum himself.

"You are my little apple

Like the most beautiful clouds in the sky

Spring is coming again. Flowers are blooming all over the hillside

Plant hope and you will reap

I planted a seed

Finally the fruit grew

Today is a great day

Take off the stars and give them to you

Drag down the moon and give it to you

Let the sun rise for you every day

Turn into a candle and burn yourself just to illuminate you

……”

Then, a trace of shyness appeared on Mr. Quan's face.

"Who made the song? Why is the word so explicit."

Thinking that he had sung so long before, Mr. Quan's face turned red several times.

Rong Xiaoqi knows that ancient people's thoughts are conservative, so such lyrics will certainly be unbearable. Hum music is OK, but listening to the lyrics always makes people fantasize.

The eyes quickly turned around a few times, checking in the brain what songs they could sing.

In the previous life, I was not full of five tones, but I didn't expect that the voice in this life would be very nice, crisp and always magical.

It can be said that it is somewhat similar to lark.

"Master, shall I write you another score?" Rong Xiaoqi asked tentatively.

Sure enough, Mr. Quan's eyes lit up, and then his eyes darkened again.

"As a teacher, I don't like all kinds of music."

Rong Xiaoqi naturally knew how picky Mr. Quan was and said directly, "master Bao is satisfied."

"You sing it first and listen to the effect as a teacher." but you will never admit that you are addicted to Rong Xiaoqi's voice.

Rong Xiaoqi nodded very cleverly, then opened his lips, and a lark like voice spewed out of his throat, shocked old man Quan.

"Wandering, on the road

Are you leaving on the way, viavia

Fragile pride

That was what I looked like

Boiling restless

Where are you going, viavia

Enigmatic silence

Are you really listening to the story

I have crossed mountains and seas

Also through the sea of people

Everything I used to have

In the twinkling of an eye, it was like smoke

I was once disappointed

Lose all directions until you see the ordinary

Is the only answer "

Baby red's small mouth opened and closed, but the voice was not as clear as before. The low sound line on the young voice made the voice much lower.

Mr. Quan looked at Rong Xiaoqi with surprise in his eyes.

"It's very good to sing!" master Quan praised him without stinginess this time.

Rong Xiaoqi is also trapped in her own feelings. The reason why she can sing this song also includes many of her own feelings.

The author of this song is park Shu. He is an original singer. He has had quite a rough journey. Writing this song also comes to his own real life.

Rong Xiaoqi remembers that there is a sentence on the Internet that says: life is like summer flowers, only to pursue the dazzling moment, but the ordinary road is an endless extension. It is full of memories of the frivolous years, but it also begins to look at the front of the road. Time is speechless, and the road is still far away.

Recall the youth in your heart.

The song was about his age. It was popular for some time, but it disappeared later. Later, it became popular again.

In this way, many people know the existence of this song.

PS: when writing this chapter, I was so tangled that more than 1000 words were written at 12 o'clock in the evening. Although there are many lyrics in this chapter, I especially like songs. Therefore, I want to share these two classic songs and the creative stories behind them. Therefore, this chapter and the next chapter will write about music theory, After that, it will be rarely mentioned, so let's not tangle with this chapter or two. Thank you.