The CP of the strong group is the sweetest [Entertainment]

"Yes!" Yuan Xiao replied in surprise.

Yuan Xiao held the ukulele in his hand and did not put it down. He stepped on the ground barefoot and walked towards Zhong Qi without putting on his shoes.

"Mr. Zhong, do you know?" Yuan Xiao asked eagerly.

"You just need to answer me yes or no." Zhong Qi's expression was completely different from usual, his lips were slightly hooked, a little casual, but very agile.

It was as if he was suddenly not an old man, but a very young man.

"Yes, it is indeed influenced by some country blues. When I was writing songs, I thought of this music category." Yuan Xiao reached out to support Zhong Qi, helped him to the bed, and sat down, "But Mr. Zhong, you……"

"Do you think Teacher Zhong is calling for nothing?" Zhong Qi's expression could almost be described as complacent, "Boy, do you really think of me as a sick old man?"

"of course not!"

"When I was abroad listening to the Beatles playing rock and roll, you weren't born yet."

After Zhong Qi finished speaking, he sighed again, with a melancholy expression on his face.

When he was young, he was also a talented musician, listening to music, writing music, playing music, who doesn't say that his timbre and creative talent are good?

However, a car accident, nothing left.

In fact, it could have been, but Zhong Qi couldn't drag his body and voice to be active in the music industry, so for many years, he lived a life of indifference to the world.

until……

Just sitting in his room, Zhong Qi was using FT to arrange the music, and suddenly, through the earphones, he got into such a piece of music with the clear mountain wind.

He just listened casually at first, but the more he listened, the more fascinated he became, and finally he couldn't help getting excited, walked to the door, opened the door, and listened to Yuan Xiao playing a whole song.

"Yuan Xiao, is this the first song you wrote?" Zhong Qi asked, "Is there anything else? I've filled in the lyrics, and I'll sing it out."

"I made a song during a competition, so I'll make a fool of myself and ask the teacher to listen to it!"

Yuan Xiao didn't care about humility, and immediately hugged the ukulele in his arms again, and began to play and sing his song "If it wasn't for you".

Be it Zhong Qi or Yuan Xiao, the two of them sang and listened to each other, but no one noticed that Cheng Feng was leaning against the wall, his eyes were always on Yuan Xiao, his eyes were full of indescribable appreciation.

Yuan Xiao was very nervous, he thought he would go out of tune or his hands would slip, but the truth is, until he finished singing the last word and playing the last note, he didn't make any mistakes.

Fingers slipped lightly from the strings of the ukulele, Yuan Xiao looked at Zhong Qi with a serious face, not daring to ask questions, feeling very disturbed.

As time passed by, Zhong Qi finally sighed, and looked carefully, there was something glittering and translucent in his eyes.

"You have a unique voice..." Zhong Qi said, "And this composition...you completed it independently? How long have you been studying composition?"

"I did it by myself." Yuan Xiao said, "The formal study took about a month, but I liked singing and wrote some songs before."

"Um……"

This level can be reached within a month. From this aspect alone, Yuan Xiao can be called a genius.

But what is more important is not the length and shortness, but his works are full of aura, as if he can speak, and the pure tone can also poke people's hearts.

Zhong Qi didn't express his inner compliment, but just glanced at Yuan Xiao's ukulele, and asked, "How many musical instruments do you know?"

Yuan Xiao: "Only piano and guitar."

"That won't work. It's not enough to arrange music. You need to learn more." Zhong Qi said, "What about the score?"

Yuan Xiao: "Huh?"

Zhong Qi: "The music score you wrote just now, bring it here and let me have a look."

Yuan Xiao heard this and hurried to get it from the bed, but before he could move, Cheng Feng had already handed over a leather-bound notebook from the side.

Yuan Xiao looked up along the notebook, Cheng Feng nodded.

Yuan Xiao opened the notebook and handed it to Zhong Qi. Zhong Qi frowned instantly: "Your score is too sloppy to remember. Let me show you how to write it like this."

Immediately, Cheng Feng handed over another pen and put it in Zhong Qi's hand.

Zhong Qi demonstrated the formal writing method to Yuan Xiao, looked at his compositions, and made a few suggestions.

Zhong Qi suggested while teaching. In terms of composition skills, he knew much more than Yuan Xiao, but he was not easy to modify in some places.

The parts that are not easy to delete are the real sources of Yuan Xiao's spiritual energy.

One of them was talking, the other was learning. Unknowingly, two hours passed, Zhong Qi spoke dryly, and raised his hand to touch the water. A glass of water of suitable temperature was prepared beside him.

"It doesn't mean that more skills are good." Zhong Qi concluded while drinking water, "But no one can get to the end purely by talent."

"Yes." Yuan Xiao nodded.

"Any genius must go through continuous learning to reach a higher level, do you understand what I mean?"

"Of course I understand!" Yuan Xiao was very eager.

Zhong Qi looked at his face and showed a slight smile, but at the same time, he seemed to realize what he said.

With a soft snort, Zhong Qi said: "I didn't mean to say that you are a genius. You are still far from a genius in the broad sense. Don't be proud."

"Mr. Zhong, can I continue to learn music from you?" Yuan Xiao looked at Zhong Qi with bright eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Zhong Qi snorted again, "Learn if you want to, and no one will stop you from learning."

Zhong Qi only knows how to play music, but not how to exchange greetings. After drinking the glass of water at just the right temperature, he limped towards his room and closed the door.

Yuan Xiao sat at the table, took a sip of water, touched the ukulele again, and finally read the book several times before suddenly waking up, rushed to the bed and sat beside Cheng Feng .

"Cheng Feng, Cheng Feng!" Yuan Xiao said, "Did you hear that?! My music has been recognized by people who know music very well!"

"Understood." Cheng Feng smiled as he put down his mobile phone watching the dance video.

"He said my music is very good, really good, you know?!" Yuan Xiao was a little incoherent with excitement.

Cheng Feng stared at him quietly, then suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.

Gently kissing Yuan Xiao's lips, Cheng Feng stared into his eyes and said seriously: "I know."

"And, I was the first to know."

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In the following days, apart from the routine of variety shows, Yuan Xiao and Zhong Qi spent significantly more time talking together.

The local government restricts Zhong Qi from teaching Yuan Xiao various musical instruments immediately, but it is still possible to talk about composition and understanding of music.

The usual picture is that one old and one young are sitting under the earthen hut, scratching the floor with a stick, and a class of several hours passes quickly.

While Yuan Xiao's understanding of music is increasing day by day, the recording of the whole variety show is coming to an end.

One month is not a long time, but it is enough time for them to get to know a lonely old woman and establish some rough but friendly relations with neighbors.

The only bad thing is that Meng Xiuyang has been drifting away from the crowd behind him, and no one knows what he is thinking, and he has become even more gloomy.

Both Yuan Xiao and Cheng Feng couldn't care less about him, and Jiang Panxue could occasionally chat a few words, but they didn't go deep.

The countdown to the end of the recording was three days, and the program team wanted to shoot some different materials.

"Before you leave, there are still some vegetables in the field, you can think about how to finish them." Ji Jing hinted.

"Then let's hold a farewell party?" Yuan Xiao always cooperated with his suggestion and thought positively, "Invite everyone over, have barbecue, dance?"

"That's a good idea! Then hurry up and invite your neighbors, and make preparations?" Ji Jing originally meant this, and immediately went down the donkey and threw the burden to Yuan Xiao.

Yuan Xiao took over the burden, and immediately called Jiang Panxue to discuss it, and began to divide the work to prepare.

It's really not for variety show effect or anything.

It's just that Yuan Xiao really wants to have one last reunion with everyone.

The word "gather together" is actually not easy.

Yuan Xiao discovered one thing - many places, many people, in fact, there are only a few chances to meet in a lifetime, and after the chances pass, you can only remember them.

Yuan Xiao and Cheng Feng picked all the unfinished vegetables in the vegetable field, and gave the extra to the neighbors, leaving only enough for the bonfire party and the daily food for the next few days.

Make a sliding pole to bring the old lady with inconvenient legs and feet next, and the neighbors have notified each one. The night before they left, Yuan Xiao and the others lit a bonfire in the courtyard and made enough skewers for dozens of people to eat.

"Oh." Surrounded by the bonfire, the aunt next door sighed, "I saw this on TV."

"Have you seen it on TV?" Yuan Xiao was a little embarrassed, "Isn't there something in every village?"

"No, who told you that there will be bonfire parties in every village." Jiang Panxue flew over like a butterfly with a plate of skewers lightly, and smiled softly, "Auntie and the others don't have them here. When I invite them I just asked."

It seems to be the same, how can there be a fire, singing and dancing in the countryside, it is really the TV series that poisons people a lot!

"But it's really fun." The aunt laughed, and patted Yuan Xiao's shoulder comfortingly, "Come on brother, I'll give you barbecue."

The skewers are inserted into the soil and roasted in the most primitive way next to the fire. Sprinkle a handful of salt and chili powder on it, which will not have a rough aroma.

The old woman could only drink some porridge and eat mild skewers, but she also rolled her eyes with a smile.

The program team found a stereo from somewhere, and played some old dance music that the villagers loved. The fire reflected people's bodies dancing freely, and everyone had a smile on their faces.

Yuan Xiao went into the room, took the ukulele out, sat next to Ji Jing who was playing the music, asked him to turn off the music, and took the microphone by himself.

The music stopped, and everyone looked in the direction of the stereo.

Yuan Xiao, who was wearing a white short-sleeved sweater, was holding the ukulele given by Cheng Feng, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Everyone... friends." Yuan Xiao said, "Today is the last night we stay together. I am very grateful to everyone for taking care of us during this time, helping us water and giving us supplies. I am just a person who can sing a little The songwriter has no other gifts, but just wrote a song and wanted to give it to this journey.”

Yuan Xiao: "If you don't mind, then I will... sing for everyone?"

"Okay!" The uncle from the neighbor's house was the first to applaud, and then the old lady, who was leaning on her chair, applauded while laughing.

The applause grew louder and then quieter. Yuan Xiao bowed his head and plucked the strings of the ukulele, playing the first note.

"Away from the noisy city crowd

Change the train and bus all the way here

There is a house that is not too big or small to shelter from the wind and rain

There is a piece of land that can be watered and fertilized to fill the stomach"

Yuan Xiao's voice was the only thing in the room that was not irritated by the fireworks, and Ji Jing couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard his voice.

"I have no trouble here

Can run in the rice fields when the sun rises

the wind blows by the ears

Mixed with your voice calling me. "

Yuan Xiao focused on his strings, but didn't notice that Cheng Feng took off his coat and walked to the campfire.

The bonfire lengthened his shadow, and it was a very beautiful dance.

"I have no worries here

Can be spread in the grass at sunset

dew wet feet

But you can also chat with you about your favorite topics. "

Cheng Feng danced casually, and Yuan Xiao's music brought him endless inspiration. The dance he danced was not jazz, and probably not hip-hop, but it was a very moving dance.

No one has ever seen such a beautiful dance, the villagers, the program crew, and the guests, everyone was stunned, listening to Yuan Xiao's ethereal and clear voice, and watching Cheng Feng dancing casually in the firelight.

"I've been happy here

Frogs chirping in the pond as night falls

If you go through the mountains at this moment

Looking up, you can see the sky full of stars. "

But what is even more shocking is the cooperation of music and dance.

Music and dance are so compatible, so that no one can clearly distinguish whether dance is more moving or music is more moving, because it seems to be a seamless one, and they have been together since birth.

"Come here with you

walk side by side through the sunset

Through the fragrance of the sun and grass

I also saw the stars among the mountains and forests. "

"If we can stay together

always look at this star

It's not worth living up to a part of life

Travel in a hurry. "

The last two paragraphs are Yuan Xiao's selfishness. In this landscape where you can see the stars, he has harvested his favorite Cheng Feng in this life.

It was sung for Cheng Feng.

While singing, Yuan Xiao raised his head slowly, and for a moment, he almost froze - Cheng Feng's dance hadn't stopped yet, but Yuan Xiao could tell that this dance was exclusive to this song.

Did Cheng Feng secretly make it up?

Yuan Xiao denied this idea.

No, that's not the case.

He just heard this song, and suddenly jumped up, but how could it be possible, how could it be so suitable?

Yuan Xiao finished playing the last note, before he had time to ask Cheng Feng, he heard the applause from around, and then everyone booed for another one.

Cheng Feng stopped in front of the bonfire, his chest heaving slightly, glanced at Yuan Xiao, and raised his chin.

Yuan Xiao received his meaning, lowered his head and pressed the ukulele, and randomly selected a song from their competition songs.

Cheng Feng danced again.

Yuan Xiao only played but not sang this time, so he found that the surroundings were so quiet, and everyone looked at Cheng Feng tacitly holding their breath, not like admiring some popular dance music, but rather like admiring a treasure. An antique so focused.

Yuan Xiao smiled.

Cheng Feng's dancing is like this, it has been like this since before, full of magic, as long as he dances, everyone's eyes will be attracted by his dancing posture.

But at the same time, a slight pain also quietly climbed to Yuan Xiao's heart.

It was the first time he was filming the show that he realized that the farmhouse behind was crude and sloppy, the bonfire raised was weak and shabby, and the ground where Cheng Feng stepped on and rotated was too dusty. No matter from which aspect, this was not a good stage.

His Cheng Feng, his Cheng Feng.

Obviously, he should stay on that spotlighted stage forever, and be a big star who shines so brightly that no one can match him, but everyone is crazy about him.

He was born to belong to the stage, and should always belong to the stage, and always to the stage only.

The more he thought about it, the more Yuan Xiao's heart ached.

However, Cheng Feng, who was dancing in front of the bonfire, didn't think so.

Sweat dripped wantonly from his brow, pounced on the flames as he twirled, doused a tiny bit of flame, and made a pop.

He hasn't danced so hard for a long time!

Yuan Xiao's music is like magic to him, only Yuan Xiao's music can ignite the most primitive passion in his heart, and then jump up, all in one go.

No one has the same music as Yuan Xiao.

While dancing, he caught Yuan Xiao who was looking at him with his eyes. It seemed that only him, Yuan Xiao, the bonfire behind him, and the music remained in the world.

Hearty.

When the song ended, Cheng Feng still couldn't get enough of it.

His chest rose and fell a bit more, but it was far from tired, and he didn't want to stop.

Yuan Xiao stared blankly at Cheng Feng, holding the ukulele in his hand, suddenly, his palm hurt.

Zhong Qi took Yuan Xiao's ukulele, sat next to him, and motioned Ji Jing to point the microphone at his instrument.

"Apprentice." Zhong Qi plucked the string casually, full of momentum, "Go and dance with Cheng Feng."

"Master, I..."

"Go." Lifting his good foot, Zhong Qi kicked him, then whispered in his ear, "Silly apprentice, you young people, do you really think I can't see it?"

The author has something to say: Cheng Feng's dance inspired Yuan Xiao to create, and Yuan Xiao's music can give Cheng Feng infinite dance inspiration.

Music and dance, originally also accompanied each other.