Follow the sound and follow the way

Fan Xing has been in a trance recently.

He had just participated in a well-known interview, and when he was asked the basic question "What type of girl do you like", he suddenly forgot to answer the template as if his brain short-circuited.

Fan Xing recalled how Mu Kang sat in front of the mixer and frowned, and shyly said to the host: "The handsome and talented type."

host:"……"

This is a bit different from the "lively and cute" re good before, isn't it?

From the perspective of God, Fan Xing's "handsome and talented" master does have a "lively and cute" side, but everyone except Lin Yan can't appreciate it.

Fan Xing's temptation is neither a whim that has been idle for too long, nor can it be regarded as a groundless whim.

As early as the beginning of the year when Mu Kang helped him record "Persistence", this love had already broken ground.Then things developed completely beyond Fanxing's expectations: Mu Kang first helped him produce "Persistence", and then acted as the producer of the entire album, and now he even took the initiative to write a song for him. Looking at the music world, no one can have this kind of treatment."

In Fan Xing's eyes, every step and every detail is a naked hint of "he likes me", frantically watering the sapling that Fan Xianrou loves in his heart.

As soon as Lin Yan took away the smell of scum, Mu Dacai began to attract bees and butterflies as soon as he came out of the enchanted cave, and he attracted an admirer who was destined to end in tragedy.This admirer is young and passionate, and once he thinks about it, all the irrelevant things will become clues of meaning.

Even Mu Kang invited professional performers from the National Symphony Orchestra to record string music, which in Fan Xing's eyes is a manifestation of the love that "Mr. Mu really cares for me".

Mu Kang indeed "intentionally" sent a WeChat message to Qiu Liming a few days ago, writing "Let's play a string quartet". There are seven words in total, no more.Qiu Liming hurriedly led the string quartet to the recording studio on weekend mornings, and the recording was finished in less than two hours.

The other three left after finishing their work, leaving Qiu Liming alone to chat with his brother.Mu Kang handed Qiu Liming a cigarette: "Are there many performances recently?"

"It's okay." Qiu Liming lit the cigarette casually, "You don't smoke?"

"Reduce the amount." Mu Kang said, "Three cigarettes a day, you have to save smoking."

"There is a plan, right?" Qiu Liming asked, "Preparing for pregnancy before getting married?"

"Fuck." Mu Kang was speechless for a while, and then said simply, "There is a plan, and it will be useful to you when the time comes."

Qiu Liming asked with interest: "Let me reveal it in advance?"

"I haven't fully thought about it." Mu Kang held the mouse and began to change the track, "Wait for my news."

Qiu Liming looked at it for a while with a cigarette in his mouth: "How long has it been since you made a disc?"

Mu Kang said casually, "It's been a few years."

Qiu Liming: "Will it still be?"

Mu Kang quickly mixed the two tracks: "What nonsense."

"How much have you recorded?" Qiu Liming asked.

"Half." Mukang said.

Qiu Liming took a puff of cigarette and asked again, "When will the recording be finished?"

Mu Kang turned around and looked at Qiu Liming sharply: "What's your business?"

Qiu Liming took a puff of smoke: "Actually... I mainly want to know what Lin refers to."

Mu Kang said briefly: "He is busy."

"I know." Qiu Liming said helplessly, "The leader instructed me to talk to Lin Zhizhi."

Mu Kang mocked: "The chief of your regiment is still responsible for hiring people?"

"I didn't need it at first." Qiu Liming sighed, "But the regiment knew that Lin Zhi and I knew too many people, so the word got to the leader's ears."

Mu Kang clicked his tongue: "Why do your leaders keep staring at him?"

"You have contributed a lot." Qiu Liming pointed to Mu Kang, "Bei Qi was too ostentatious from music to people that day."

Mu Kang's eyes softened: "Really? I didn't look at it."

"Fortunately, I didn't watch it." Qiu Liming said, "I don't believe you can still sit still after watching it. You must rush...and jump on stage."

Mu Kang laughed lowly: "Yes."

"Don't show me the one with a spring face." Qiu Liming put out the cigarette, "Give me an accurate answer."

Mu Kang: "He has to record for these two months, let's talk about it later."

Fan Xing stood outside the door with his lunch in his hand, perfectly missed most of the conversation, and only heard the last two sentences of "a face full of spring" and "recording will be made for these two months".

Looking left and right, it is all evidence in court that "Teacher Mu likes me".

Such a coincidence, I can't blame Fan Xing for being in the seat.It took him 5 minutes to calm down, and he opened the door and said, "Teacher Mu."

Mu Kang said "hmm": "Have you brought food?"

"Bring it." Fan Xing put the lunch box on the table, "Who is this?"

"Chief of the State Council, Qiu Liming." Mu Kang introduced.

Qiu Liming stood up and shook hands with Fan Xing: "Hello, Fan Xing."

Fan Xing thought to himself happily, "My God, is the chief such a good match?" A bright smile appeared on his face: "Hello, Chief Qiu."

Qiu Liming was not interested in chatting with Fan Xianrou, so he sat down after shaking hands, and said to Mu Kang, "Is there any food for me?"

Fan Xing immediately said: "Yes, I have eaten."

Mu Kang and Qiu Liming sat on the sofa against the wall and started eating.Holding the lunch box, Mu Kang asked Fan Xing, "Have you practiced 'The Lake and Me'?"

Fan Xing: "Practice."

"Hurry up." Mukang said, "Sing and watch with the guitar."

Fan Xing was stunned: "Sing directly?"

Mukang: "Yes."

Fan Xing: "Don't read it anymore?"

Mu Kang: "No more."

Mu Kang always asked the singer to read the lyrics before recording the songs. If the words were not read properly, there would be no melody.But "The Lake and Me" is not the same. In Mu Kang's mind, this is not a work suitable for reading.

It is written in the language of music, so it should not be expressed in natural language.

"This song only uses piano and folk guitar, and it will be recorded later." Mu Kang said, "I will play the piano, and you will play the guitar."

Fan Xing: "...Okay."

He plays the piano, and I play the guitar. The whole song belongs to the two of us only.The tragic supporting actor Fan Xianrou was almost moved to tears by his brain power.

Mu Kang: "Sing first, just sit here."

Fan Xing turned to get the guitar, Qiu Liming gnawed on the ribs and asked, "You wrote the lyrics and music?"

Mukang: "Yes."

Qiu Liming laughed and said, "Can you still write lyrics?"

"Actually, it's not possible." Mu Kang said frankly, picking up a chopstick of lettuce, "but I don't want to write to others."

Fan Xing, who was immersed in tuning, trembled when he heard the words, and felt that he was really going to cry.

He secretly said "calm down" ten times to himself, and plucked an empty string with his right hand.

Mu Kang didn't even lift his head: "The G string is low."

Fan Xing: "..."

He adjusted the sound carefully, and said to the backs of the two heads who were buried in eating: "Mr. Mu, Chief Qiu, I'm starting."

Mu Kang didn't respond, Qiu Liming raised his head, pretending to imitate Lin Yan's tone and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

Mu Kang kicked him and said to Fan Xing, "Come on."

Fan Xing cleared his throat, spent half a minute to settle his emotions, and dialed out the first chord given by Mu Kang with his fingertips.

Four to four beats, a section of the door, four unfinished chords, Fan Xing slowed down, and slowly sang the first line: "I loved coming here when I was young, a corner of the barren world..."

Mu Kang raised his chopsticks: "Stop."

Fan Xing stopped immediately.

Mu Kang: "How do you understand?"

Fan Xing said honestly: "Actually, I don't quite understand."

Mu Kang put down his chopsticks, without going deep, said: "Again, spell your words cleanly, don't be so sticky."

Fan Xing nodded, took a deep breath, and entered the music again:

"I loved coming here when I was young,

A corner of the barren world,

Whenever night falls,

Sitting by the quiet lake,

Write a new song..."

The melody is built in a popular and beautiful way, but when you listen to it deeply, you can find that the framework is a natural minor key that is rare in pop music.Qiu Liming caught his breath, glanced at Mu Kang, and realized that he seemed to have broken into an unknown territory.

The owner of the territory has a calm face and doesn't mind strangers visiting.Mu Kang didn't let Fan Xing stop, and the song entered the B section smoothly. Fan Xing fingerstyle reproduced the four bars of the A section, lowered the resonance cavity, and sang loudly:

"He has a chest of ten thousand feet that is not worth mentioning,

To heaven and earth,

I have a sudden awakening of an inch of selfishness,

Ask him to tell me..."

Qiu Liming, who was halfway through the meal, couldn't eat any more.

Fierce and sad, wanton but terrified, he has never heard Mu Kang write such a melody that is completely different from his personality.

How humble.Qiu Liming put down his chopsticks and thought in shock: He is not such a person.

The music went through the repeated section B twice, and gradually calmed down. Fan Xing lowered his eyes, lowered his voice, and softly hummed the last section:

"...he made me cry,

He made me fearless in times of danger,

Whether pasture or cemetery,

Yuanran has a long way to go. "

After singing for less than 2 minutes, Fan Xing plucked the last chord and looked at Mu Kang and Qiu Liming anxiously.

Mu Kang closed his eyes and frowned, Qiu Liming bowed his head and said nothing, the recording studio was silent, and the atmosphere was deep and strange.

After a while, Mu Kang said, "Let's go record the guitar first."

Fan Xing recorded five songs with Mu Kang, and it was the first time he encountered a situation where he didn’t get feedback after singing. He was not sure whether he sang well or not, so he tentatively said: "I just..."

"Record the guitar first." Mu Kang said in a deep voice.

Fan Xing had no choice but to enter the recording studio in a daze, and moved stools, arranged music, and set up microphones on his own.

The two musicians sat outside with their legs crossed for a long time. Qiu Liming lit a cigarette again: "Idiot Mu."

Mu Kang: "Huh?"

Qiu Liming took a sharp puff of cigarette: "Is this song about you and..."

"Yes." Mukang said, "I wanted to use a classical guitar."

Qiu Liming: "Where does anyone use classical guitar in popular songs?"

"So I switched to the piano." Mu Kang said, "Fan Xing's voice is too young."

"You also know that he is young." Qiu Liming shook his head, "How do you talk to him about your emotions?"

"I originally expected him to comprehend it by himself," Mukang said.

Qiu Liming said decisively, "Impossible."

"It's all about love, why young people don't understand it." Mu Kang stood up impatiently, "Isn't 20 the best age to talk about love?"

"I love you and you love me, I love you and you don't love me, I don't love you and you love me." Qiu Liming held a cigarette and dusted it into the ashtray, "He can understand at most these three, which one? Does this song suit you?"

Mu Kang didn't answer, and went to the mixer and said to Fan Xing in the inner room: "Record fingerstyle solo first, then warm up for 10 minutes."

Fan Xing made an OK gesture, looked at the score and practiced.Mu Kang sat down in front of the electric piano, his palm joints arched beautifully, walked through four breathing beats silently in his mind, and popped out his newly created harmony for "The Lake and Me" with a soft touch.

The harmony and melody of most popular songs are not unique to each other, and different songs can be matched with the same chord trend.However, this situation cannot appear in Mu Kang's works, and his harmony can only use his own melody.

Because his harmony is the melody.

He tells the real "Lake and I" with new and mysterious chords.The cold timbre of the electric piano made the story quickly take shape. The well-heated recording studio seemed to be poured into an invisible blue lake, embracing the music and floating in mid-air, with an intimate gesture.

He is beautiful and charming, quiet and gentle, boundless and majestic.

The color is like the sea, but the momentum is gentler than the sea.

The piano sound slowly enters the B section, and the chords of the left and right hands move toward one closer and warmer, and the other more distant and alienated. Emotions are stacked by layers of notes, laying out two different scales.

Looking closer, he is clear and transparent, with sparkling waves, which can be held in the palm of your hand, or gently surrounded by people.

When viewed from a distance, he is the same blue as the sky, embedded in the vast plain, which needs to irrigate the land and moisten the forest.

He is the lake.

The water in the lake in the palm of my hand belongs to me, but the lake, which is gentler than the sea, belongs to all things in the world.

It makes people dream and yearn for it, but feel ashamed and worry about gains and losses.

This mood may not be decent, but Mu Dacai has never been timid to express himself in music.He can use "L'étranger" to divide human nature and belittle himself, so naturally he is not stingy to show Qiu Liming the whole picture of "The Lake and Me" without reservation.

The whole song was four and a half minutes long. Mu Kang played the last minor chord without changing his face, turned to look at Qiu Liming, and beckoned him to speak.

The cigarette was almost burnt out, Qiu Liming squeezed the cigarette holder and took the last puff, then said after considering, "I think...you can't blame Fan Xing for not understanding."

Mu Kang: "Why?"

"I don't understand." Qiu Liming said slowly, "The relationship between you two is too...complicated."

Mu Kang was stunned: "Huh?"

"It's more than love." Qiu Liming looked at Mu Kang deeply, "There is more than love between you."

Mu Kang and Qiu Liming looked at each other silently for a few seconds, then looked away.

He stared at his hands on the keys in silence for a long time, and said in a low voice, "For me, this is love."