I climbed mountains and mountains for you

After Shao Mingyin finished listening to the two beats, the rice in his bowl was not as warm as before. He frowned slightly, but there was still a smile on his face. He shook his head at Liangzhen, with some suspicion Question: "Is it really cut from that day?"

Liang Zhen nodded firmly.

"It's different from what I imagined," Shao Mingyin paused, "It's completely different, I thought it would be..."

"How should I put it?" Liang Zhen scratched his head, "When I went back to listen to it, I also felt that there was a big gap, either in terms of technology and musicality, or... just the kind that I thought would be very exciting, but in fact, apart from the beginning After ten minutes, the melody after that is very..."

"very gentle."

Almost in unison, they commented on the two beats, as well as the accordion and guitar that day, very tenderly.

Liang Zhen was a little embarrassed: "It's you who are very gentle. I can't come up with this kind of melody myself. You played it very gently, and then I followed the rhythm."

"Some of them were played by my mother. I still remember them roughly..." Shao Mingyin turned his head slightly, lowered his eyes and licked his lower lip, "I won't talk about that."

"Then I won't talk about it," Liang Zhen was tactful, "but if you want to talk, I'll listen to it here."

Shao Mingyin laughed, seeing his earnestness in his words, and said hello at length.

"There is one more thing I have to tell you." Liang Zhen had almost finished eating at this time, "I will definitely fill in the lyrics for these two beats, and I will definitely sing them when I have commercial performances."

"Then why did you tell me specifically?"

"Without you, I wouldn't have that recording for me to sample. These two beats can be regarded as your painstaking efforts," Liang Zhenyi said, "This is the 21st century, and we have to talk about copyright."

Shao Mingyin smiled: "What? I still have dividends?"

"Actually, you can negotiate a price, and I'll just buy the right to use it. But if you think it's acceptable, or if you like me, when I really make money in the future, I'll give you a big red envelope!"

Shao Mingyin didn't think about it for so long, and tapped the head of his chopsticks on Liang Zhen's forehead, and said, "Then let's wait for you to make money first."

"I'm sure I'll earn it, and throw the money at my dad."

"Are you sure your dad appreciates the money you make from rapping?"

"How could it not be rare, I earned it myself, anyway, I'm rare!" Liang Zhen began to mutter, "Do you think I'm bragging because you don't like it?"

Shao Mingyin didn't answer directly, and gave Liang Zhen some shredded pork with chopsticks: "Eat first, eat first."

Liang Zhen was a little serious: "Are you really..."

"I'm not optimistic about you. How can you make money if you don't eat?" Shao Mingyin understood, "I'm still waiting for you to release an album one day, release a record, hold a national tour, and participate in various music festivals. The money you make If you can buy a gt4, you can also buy a house, which is the one in Zhongrui Manhattan Greentown Plaza.”

When Liang Zhen heard Shao Mingyin say this, the corners of his mouth almost turned to the sky: "So you care so much about me."

Shao Mingyin: ...

Liang Zhen was proud: "You care about my future, Shao Mingyin, you care about me."

If in the past, Liang Zhen put gold on his face like this, Liang Zhen would have gotten into a fight with him long ago, but he couldn't bear to pour cold water on others when he saw Liang Zhen being so radiant.

"Okay—I care about you—little—friend—friend—" Shao Mingyin's tone was very long, saying that it is perfunctory is not perfunctory, it is quite helpless, but helplessness is also a kind of subtle acceptance Well.

After Shao Mingyin said that, Liang Zhen didn't care about him calling him a kid. Now that he thinks about it, he still thinks it's nice and kind to call a kid. He is really a kid, and his ideas change so fast and smell so sweet!

Liang Zhen didn't bring a guitar today, but he brought a pen and paper. After washing up, he lay down on the small bed and wrote thoughtfully.Because he was lying on his stomach, Liang Zhen raised his calves and wobbled from time to time. He really took care of this place and didn't care about his appearance at all.Shao Mingyin slept quite early, and left Liang Zhen a small desk lamp that didn't need to be plugged in. Liang Zhen wrote for a while, and wanted to lie down too, looking at Shao Mingyin whose back was facing her quilt and only covered her belly. He turned off the desk lamp, but he tiptoed over to the side of the big bed by the window.

Shao Mingyin never locks the curtains tightly when sleeping, but is used to leaving a one-meter-wide gap to let the light of the moon leak in.On the first day, Shao Mingyin asked Liang Zhen if the curtains were open so big that it would not affect his rest. Of course Liang Zhen said it would not affect him, and Shao Mingyin did not close the curtains on purpose.Liang Zhen didn't ask, but he felt that Shao Mingyin didn't like a too dark environment, otherwise he wouldn't always face the window before going to bed.

It is true that Shao Mingyin slept lightly. It was also a few days ago that Liang Zhen wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. His movements were light enough, but Shao Mingyin still raised his hand and turned on the light button on the bedside.Liang Zhen was very embarrassed, and asked if he had disturbed him, Shao Mingyin said no, but the voice was so clear that there was no trace of drowsiness.

So now, as soon as Liang Zhen sat on the floor in front of Shao Mingyin's window, Shao Mingyin opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, those brows and eyes were as soft as a pool of lake water. At night, there were no waves and it was calm.

Shao Mingyin asked, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Liang Zhen leaned forward: "I want to see you."

Shao Mingyin lifted the quilt up to cover his shoulders, and asked him, "What's interesting about me. Besides, you haven't seen enough since you entered the room?"

Liang Zhen shook his head: "I can't see enough."

Shao Mingyin laughed. He wanted to turn around and end the conversation, but he heard Liang Zhen say, "I haven't sung for you today."

Shao Mingyin didn't turn over. The person in front of him was very close to him and the backlight was on. If it was someone else, he would be very vigilant and feel offended.

But that person sat obediently on the floor, probably because he was afraid of being kicked a few times before, and he insisted on climbing into bed as if occupying the base without being childish. That person was none other than Liang Zhen, and Shao Mingyin remained silent. Then let out a "hmm" from the nasal cavity.

Liang Zhen got permission, but his voice was still soft: "Then I will sing for you, you will fall asleep after listening to it."

Shao Mingyin didn't speak any more, but closed his eyes, and rubbed his face against the pillow, as if he was going to sleep, so Liang Zhen didn't even dare to clear his throat twice, for fear that Shao Mingyin would frown upon hearing this. Slightly frowning, his timbre is also very thin when he sings, which is intentional, making people sound like counting sheep and fragments, and the state is just stuck in the state of falling asleep and before falling asleep.

Liang Zhen hummed:

"I look to the north

play the piano and sing old songs

no one saw me

I feel so sad"

He was sitting very casually, with one leg sticking to the ground and the other arched, and his arms drooping on his knees.Singing and singing, he slowly put down the bowed leg, and only dared to put his elbow on the edge of the bed, so that the bed sheet would not be dented, and Shao Mingyin, who closed his eyes, might not be able to notice his small movements.

"I sit in the old place

I look up to the sky

Can't find the Big Dipper

I only see the moon"

He rested his chin on the back of his hand on the edge of the bed, so that he was a little closer to Shao Mingyin, so close that he could study the curvature of his brow bone, count his eyelashes under the moonlight, and grasp the very fine details of his eyelids. jitter.From this angle, the tip of Shao Mingyin's nose is not as obvious as the upturned side, but there is a very, very small shadow at the junction of the lips and the philtrum.

This was under the moonlight, and he saw Shao Mingyin clearly under the moonlight, not even letting go of the shadow.

"I walked through the village

i'm on the road alone

i walked over the hills

I can't say how miserable"

Liang Zhen suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.He should be happy, and there are many things to be happy about. For example, he finally broke through the bottleneck of creation. He made the beat and sang the hook by himself.

He planned to release only one song, which was the first one for Shao Mingyin to listen to, but that beat was not the one he was most satisfied with, since it was a sample of someone else's after all.He is most satisfied with the two that he played with Shao Mingyin. After sampling, he did not do much post-processing, but basically kept the original appearance.But if he really wants to make a big change, Liang Zhen is also reluctant to change any frame with Shao Mingyin's accordion sound, and he is reluctant to change any frame.

But now, Shao Mingyin was right in front of his eyes.

After so many days, he was the closest to Shao Mingyin, and Shao Mingyin didn't push him away. He should be happy.

"I walked through the city

I lost

i walked through life

I didn't hear the singing"

Originally, he wanted to lull people to sleep, but instead, Liang Zhen became more and more sad as he sang.Maybe he will be a little sad after being too happy, and some negative emotions and worries are also bubbling in Liang Zhen's consciousness.

For example, after the song came out, the response was very mediocre, and there should be no response. After all, he has helped many people sing hooks. A little fame is not considered, and a bit of fame can be said, but in the end, other people's evaluations are only It's too embarrassing to say "hook is good".

For example, if he can’t make any money, Liang Zhen’s small goal is to earn at least the tuition for his senior year this year, which is 10,000+. In the past, Liang Zhen’s dinner treats were more than this amount, but now there is a long way to go. He can't say for sure what the next step will be. He is indeed a little worried. It is his deadline, a deadline. If he has not achieved anything by then, he will have to compromise with his father.

This is the example that Liang Zhen is most afraid of. For example, ten or twenty years later, when he takes over from his father, he becomes the kind of person he least wants to be.

For example, he stopped singing, as the lyrics say, I have lived through life, I didn't hear the singing, no one heard me singing.Those gaps between dreams and reality finally hit Liang Zhen. Liang Zhen has so many advantages and hopes, and Liang Zhen is still afraid.

His first 19 years were so smooth, material wealth made him never think about it, but now he is also facing a sharp drop in savings and no income. Everything is so realistic that he doesn't know that going forward will be a bright future. Still lose everything, and return to the established track given to him by others.

But it's not that bad, and it can't be that bad.He needs to plan ahead, but he should not fall into panic about the future, even if he is alone, even if no one listens to him...

"I can hear you singing."

In the silence after Liang Zhen's song, Shao Mingyin said, "I can hear you singing."

Shao Mingyin lifted his head against the pillow after he finished speaking, so half of his face was still sunk in the pillow.He was a little vague when he said it the first time, and it sounded like a raving in a dream, so he struggled to open his eyes and looked at Liang Zhen, and said it again, I can hear you singing.

After saying this, he closed his eyes again, as if he didn't want Liang Zhen to see his emotions, so he buried his face even deeper.Liang Zhen was still in the posture of resting his chin on his arm, and his other hand couldn't help twisting the corner of the quilt because of Shao Mingyin's words.

He told himself to withdraw his hand, but even though he restrained himself, he still moved his hand up slowly, he was about to touch Shao Mingyin's hair, his fingers flinched, but in the end he still couldn't touch it.

He pulled his hand back instead of disturbing the defenseless Shao Mingyin who was on the verge of falling asleep. His nose was still a little sore, but he looked at Shao Mingyin in front of him and laughed again.

He thought of so many "for example", but never thought about it, for example, what would happen if he didn't meet Shao Mingyin on that rainy day.He made up his mind that if no one listened and stopped, he would go back and stop singing.He didn't know whether he stopped singing that day or stopped singing in the future.

Because before this "for example" happened, he had already met Shao Mingyin.

But now, Shao Mingyin was right in front of his eyes.

Liang Zhen's favorite folk singer band is Wild Children.Lead singer Zhang Quan and the deceased Xiao Suo are both from Lanzhou, and accordionist Zhang Weiwei's hometown Baiyin is also on the edge of Lanzhou.At the beginning of the century, they founded a bar called "The River" in Beijing. They integrated the folk "flowers" they collected from the banks of the Yellow River into modern music and brought them to Beijing. They thought that the performance would attract drinkers, but it didn't work out. We want to attract literary youths and folk rock lovers from all over Beijing.Nowadays, when people look back on the River Bar in their memory, they will say that the River Bar is the birthplace of contemporary folk songs and a poetic utopia.

This kind of utopia is also in Shijiazhuang. The name Shijiazhuang itself is very utopian - rockhometown, and the literal translation is the hometown of rock and roll. A universal youth hotel band came out of here, and the universal youth hotel band returned here.

Liang Zhen has been doing trap style rap all the time, and trap style was born in Atlanta, USA.Later, a Guizhou fan gave a very high evaluation after watching a local label live in Chongqing, saying that the scene was too explosive, and here is Chongqing, why not call it "Chongqing".And with the popularity of this label from the underground to the mainstream, "heavy Atlanta" is also used to describe the magic of the city itself.But in the beginning, "Heavy Atlanta" was just a small recording studio, a utopia where rappers gathered.

But now, Liang Zhen is in front of Shao Mingyin, and Liang Zhen is also in his utopia.

He looked around, looking at every corner of the small apartment by the moonlight.He played the guitar on the bed, he sat on the floor and played the tambourine, he sang a cappella by the kitchen door, he wrote the score and hummed the tune on the camp bed.

As for Shao Mingyin, he listened to him singing in the kitchen, at the folding table for eating, listening to him singing on the balcony with his clothes put away, and at this very moment, listening to him singing in his sleep.Every moment he was in this small apartment, when the music started, Shao Mingyin listened to him singing.

Shao Mingyin would listen to him sing.

From the very beginning, from "Lanzhou, Lanzhou", Shao Mingyin was listening to him sing.

Liang Zhen was very careful, and finally moved closer to Shao Mingyin. He didn't make a sound, but just moved his mouth. He opened it first, and then closed it tightly. After the lips parted, the tongue stuck to the roof of the mouth. The three words are "Shao Mingyin".

The bright light, the sound of music.

Shao Mingyin, Liang Zhen has no voice, I will keep singing.

As long as you are still listening, Shao Mingyin is still listening, Liang Zhen will keep singing.

He returned to his small bed lightly, and at the moment he lay down and looked at Shao Mingyin's figure, he knew why he always ran here. This small apartment of less than 40 square meters was his river bar. His rockhometown, his heavy Atlanta.

Here is Shao Mingyin, and here is Liang Zhen's utopia.