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Finally, Sikong Banyu directly picked up a purple bamboo flute, walked back and said, "go! Let's go outside. "

Qiu Xiaoren was stunned: "go outside? Isn't it good here? I tell you, this is a professional recording studio! They are all high-end things. You see... " With that, he directly opened a harmonic device beside him and was about to introduce it. However, he was stopped by Sikong Banyu.

"Ha ha Real music is from the notes of nature, which is the oldest and purest. No matter what kind of technology and what kind of sound is simulated, it is just a sound progress, not a musical progress. If you "king of songs" don't even know this, it's not worthy of the name. "

With that, he went straight out.

"Do you all have a good time? It's very old-fashioned. " Qiu Xiaoren murmured, but in his heart, he had to admit that Sikong's half language was right, just like martial arts. Now music pays too much attention to the exercise and beauty of moves, but it is more colorful, and there is no strength, so the internal skill is naturally wasted. He then grabbed a recording pen, opened it, and followed out.

Outside, on the top floor of the small building, Qiu Xiaoren sat on one side and looked at Sikong Banyu, who was standing and picking up the flute. He looked at the lyrics on the table. He couldn't wait.

Sikong Banyu looked at the mountains in the distance, the heavy rocks and the mists between the mountains and forests. Occasionally, one or two people were working in the field. He took a deep breath and said faintly, "Qiu Xiaoren, although this song is for you, I have to admit that it is not for your unforgettable past, but as a man to spy on people Thinking about life, a man like you. "

Qiu Xiaoren nodded: "I understand when I read the lyrics. I know your intention. Maybe some things should have been put down. It's just the obsession in my heart. It doesn't matter. I'm satisfied."

He understood Sikong's half language's good intentions, but everyone had everyone's persistence. Maybe for the pure feeling buried in his heart, sometimes he had to pay some price that others didn't understand, but Qiu Xiaoren was willing to.

"Just understand." Sikong half language light um a sound, Long Xiao slowly raised, slowly eyes on the ground, slowly flowing breath, began to rush into the mouth of the long Xiao, in an instant, a distant voice, slowly recalled.

This distant sound of Xiao, spread far away, is like the sound rippling in the nature, natural and far-reaching, without a bit of long low. This kind of sound can't be played if it's not for the Changxiao fans who have been playing for more than a few decades. The Changxiao performers in the concert hall can only look up to it. Because it's natural. A note brings up an ancient thing. It's not a skill, but a mood. It's also a state of mind. It belongs to Sikong Banyu's thousands of years of practice Boundary.

The panic of the long sound of Xiao sounded in this quiet mountain village. It was very harsh. In less than ten seconds, everyone noticed and put down their things. They looked up at Qiu Xiaoren's small building. It seemed that he gradually sank into the sound of the flute, so did Qiu Xiaoren.

It seems as if he had seen himself from an astringent youth, step by step, encountered the ups and downs of the ups and downs of joy, every failure after the loss, let him seem to re think of his life again.

Wind Xiaoran, the river lock, fog around the wind crazy, once intended to hold the sky howling, step on the yellow mud road, from then on a song. The passers-by is aphasia. The vast sea of sand covered the sky, two feet left to go, one heart and foot dependent.

Colorful, shy of the moon, Begonia red pistil, leaf why stop to smile? Heart lock in a daze, panic long song cry. Tears disdain to hang eyes, life and death reincarnation, water and moon. Wanzai but talk and laugh, aphasia without tears, alone without shadow, and stay to be able to stay in memory.

Unnaturally, Qiu Xiaoren murmurs Sikong Banyu to write the lyrics for this song. The whole person falls into a kind of thinking, that is, the desire to speak without words, the kind of man who has tears, the kind of silent sad left alone, and a cup of bitter wine in the dark night, perhaps as Sikong Banyu said, this is a man's mood, and also a man should go.

Too much prosperity, may be able to cover other people's eyes, but can not cover themselves, where is your road? Do you see it clearly? Don't look back at the sadness in the dead song.

At the end of the song, Sikong Banyu slowly put down Chang Xiao and didn't turn his head. He knew that Qiu Xiaoren's heart was greatly touched. Men didn't want others to see their weak side. He was waiting for Qiu Xiaoren to clean up his mood, so as not to make him too embarrassed.

A little later, Qiu Xiaoren stood up and walked to Sikong Banyu. He asked faintly, "the name of this song is Yangdao, which is not suitable. I think the name of" life "is more suitable for a man's life. Maybe it's just like this!"

Sikong said with a smile: "isn't Yang Dao life? After all, Yang represents men and means men's road. At the same time, Yangguan road and single tree bridge are more appropriate? You look good. "

"Is it?" Qiu Xiaoren took a deep breath: "maybe! If this song can't look good, then I will be a man in vain. Listen to you, Yang Dao is a wonderful name. But this piece, should be a ensemble? I feel that although the interpretation of your flute sound is perfect, it is not enough to complete the interpretation of the bold and unrestrained "boundless sea of sand and sky", the natural and unrestrained "ten thousand years of talking and laughing" and the deep sadness of "aphasia, no tears and no shadow"Sikong Banyu said with a smile: "you have a certain level of appreciation. It's not bad. You need to beat drums, chimes, flutes and meteoric sounds to be perfect. However, these are your things. As for what you can do, it depends on your ability. Anyway, this song belongs to you."

"Is it? Ha ha I can't wait to hear the perfect version of this piece right now, even though you've played it perfectly enough Qiu Xiaoren smiles and looks at the recorder in his hand and doesn't speak any more.

Sikong Banyu didn't continue to say anything. They stood quietly upstairs, and their eyes fell on the villagers attracted by the sound of Xiao. There is no difference between noble and low music. If you can play it, others can understand it. There is no restriction. This is the real sound from nature.

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