Follow the sound and follow the way

"...The Central Meteorological Observatory issued a blue cold wave warning at 6:4 this afternoon. From this evening to the day after tomorrow, due to the impact of strong cold air, the temperature in this city will generally drop by 8 to [-] degrees. The spring is cold in March. Please add clothes in time... "

Mu Kang clicked his tongue, turned off the car radio, and replaced it with Rodrigo Guitar Concerto by Zhang Nasosi.

Five seconds later, the clear and soft tones of the classical guitar filled the interior of the car, just like the breeze full of floral fragrance in a spring garden.

What shit? Spring is cold and cold, this is March, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and everything is blooming.

Mu Kang narrowed his eyes leisurely, and the fingers on the steering wheel danced happily to the music.

As for the grass grows and the warbler flies and everything blooms, it actually describes such trivial matters as late spring and March in the lunar calendar, which is really insignificant in the eyes of the talented Mu at this moment.

Because his sweetheart, his emotional sustenance, his source of happiness, his spiritual food, his muse of inspiration, his living oxygen, will soon return to his embrace!

He jumped all the way from the parking space into the airport elevator, and the middle school student's character seemed to have a tendency to degenerate into a primary school student, which made the cleaning lady outside the elevator laugh endlessly: "What's so happy about it?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Kang immediately stretched out his hand to block the elevator door, and said loudly to the aunt, "My baby bump is here!"

"Got it, got it." The aunt said hurriedly, "Don't lock the door, the elevator is public property."

There are people coming and going in the arrival hall, and the exit is crowded with all kinds of people holding famous signs, and everyone is as strong as iron as if they have practiced.Mu Kang's Lingbo Weibu, who hadn't appeared for a long time, was useless, and he was sweating for a long time, but he couldn't make it to the front-line pick-up position.

He reluctantly withdrew from the battlefield, relying on his tall stature to stand behind the crowd and look in desperately, for fear of missing someone.

Impossible to miss people.

When Lin Yan walked, his back was straight, his legs were sky-long, and he stood out from the crowd. Now he was pushing his luggage and striding towards the exit, with an expression of eager anticipation on his face, his beautiful eyes sparkling under the incandescent lamp, and his whole body exuded The Fatal Attraction of Indiscriminate Attacks.

Mu Kang watched happily for half a minute, and vaguely heard a few exclamations of "that fair-skinned boy is so handsome" and "Is he a star?" He couldn't help thinking triumphantly: Sorry, it's not a star, it's mine alone.

He was about to open his mouth to call out, when Lin Yan, who was looking around not far away a few seconds ago, suddenly disappeared.

Mu Kang: "..."

fuck me?people……

Before the thought was broken, Mu Kang's eyes suddenly went dark, and there was a burst of exclamation around him.

The oncoming warm touch overbearing took away his sensitive five senses, and wrapped him tightly with love that was almost within reach.

His Wushuang under heaven didn't care how many eyes it attracted, and rushed towards him across the crowd, hugging him tightly.

He heard his slightly trembling voice: "Mukang."

Mu Kang opened his mouth, his vocal cords stopped working as if they were stuck by sourness, and gradually felt some dampness behind his ears.

Sure enough, Lin Zhi, who was always red-faced or red-eyed, cried again.

It's not just Mu Kang who is unstable in the character design of middle school students. This one is even better than a three-year-old who cried directly into a three-year-old child, and insisted on throwing away all the attributes of a strategizing conductor.

Oh shit.Mu Kang hugged his heart tightly: I want to cry too.

No, it's too fucking compelling for two big men to hold each other and cry together.

I can't let them see my Ayan.

Mu Kang forcibly held back his tears, and patted Lin Yan on the back comfortingly: "Lin is three years old?"

Lin Yan: "...um."

Mu Kang: "If you cry again, I will kiss you in public."

Lin Yan: "Quick kiss."

Mu Kang: "..."

Damn, this trick was actually cracked.

"Someone was watching you just when you walked out, and now everyone is watching." Mu Kang immediately changed his strategy, "I don't want them to watch you."

Unsurprisingly, the new trick worked.Lin Yan took several deep breaths, buried his tears on Mu Kang's shoulder, and said, "It's done."

Mu Kang: "Let me see?"

Lin Yan raised his head and looked at Mu Kang tenderly. There was only a rim of red around his eyes, which was quickly wiped away by a brighter and brighter smile.

The two smirked face to face for a minute, and said at the same time, "Let's go."

Two elementary school students in their thirties staged a shocking man and man running to the airport and embracing each other affectionately. First, they frightened countless grandparents who were not experienced in the world and only wanted to call the police. The rotten girl and curved man who secretly photographed ran straight to the elevator, and quickly disappeared among the crowds of people.

The moment Mu Kang pulled Lin Yan into the car, he realized deeply that this time he definitely wouldn't be able to go home.

He drove the car out of the parking lot and said abruptly, "It will take an hour and a half to drive home."

Lin Yan whispered, "Yes."

Mu Kang said without thinking: "Quick battle."

Lin Yan chuckled, unfastened his seat belt in violation of traffic regulations, and kissed Mu Kang's face sideways.

Ten minutes later, Mu Kang parked his car at an abandoned construction site not far from the airport, and no one could see the real black lights and blind flames.

The high-speed street lights in the distance are the only light source within a radius of ten kilometers.In the early spring, the air was covered with transparent water mist, which scattered the light infinitely, leaving only a faint ray of light, breaking through all difficulties, barely enough to reach Lin Yan's pupils.

Lin Yan pressed Mu Kang on the back of the back seat.

The lover's brown eyes are full of dark light like dusk, and he looks at himself without distraction, full of tenderness and joy, so beautiful that he is thrilling.

Even the dark night is giving way.

This is the life gate of Mu Dacai.

Across thousands of mountains and rivers, come only for yourself.

Mu Kang stared at Lin Yan obsessively, thinking: Don't look at me like that, Lin Sansui.

I know.

Lin Yan in front of him was getting closer and closer.

I know……

In the hot breath intertwined with sweetness, he heard Lin Yan whisper in his ear: "I love you."

...you love me so...

Like overlapping minds.

Like the touch of the apex of the heart.

Although the lake is as blue as the sky, the water in the palm of the lake will always belong to me.

Mu Kang closed his eyes with a sigh, put his arms around Lin Yan's neck, and offered a deep kiss that had been lingering in the depths of each other's dreams for a long time.

The heating in the car was adequate, and the upper body clothes of the couple were still intact. Lin Yan even only took off half of his pants, entangled in the warm and cold night, sweating all over his body.

The push in made the two people who hadn't had sex for a long time immediately have the urge to disarm.Mu Kang and Lin Yan clasped their fingers, unconsciously saying "slow down", but inside they betrayed their hearts honestly, holding people tightly and sticky.

Lin Yan bit Mu Kang's lip, panting while moving, "I can't slow down."

Mu Kang trembled all over, as if soaking in the scalding hot spring named "Ayan", he was completely invigorated from soul to blood.He pressed Lin Yan's forehead tightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then... hurry up."

In the quiet suburban night, the lingering ebony fragrance became the only spectator of this brief affair.

The fire of lust affected the fish in the pond, and after the curtain ended, the scent of ebony was stained with semen, and tirelessly shouted encore at the tip of Mu Kang's nose.After finally putting on his trousers, driver Mu let the passengers sit back in the front row, then climbed into the driver's seat with hands and feet, touched Lin Yan's trousers: "It's all wet."

Lin Yan: "It's yours."

Mu Kang drove the car out of the construction site in a flash: "I thought you ate it all."

"It's too dark to see." Lin Yan said without changing his face, "It's a pity."

Mu Kang smiled for a long time: "You are lecherous."

Lin Yan said frankly: "Well, I like to eat..."

"Stop, don't be flirtatious." Mu Kang said loudly, "The smell in the car is already very strong."

Lin Yan turned to look at Mu Kang, couldn't help reaching out to stroke his lover's wet and sexy lips, and said, "It's wet here too."

Mu Kang bit his malicious finger, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and stared straight ahead: "Get on the expressway now, don't make trouble."

Lin Yan withdrew his fingers and sat down with a smile: "Do you want to record tomorrow?"

Mu Kang: "Look at you."

Lin Yan: "I will go wherever you go."

"Then let's go to the recording studio together." Mu Kang said, "I just want to ask Lin Zhi about something."

"Ask me?" Lin Yan was taken aback, "Is there a question about recording songs?"

"Yes, I haven't passed the recording for two days." Mu Kang said, "I'm at a loss. I still have to let Lin Zhi give the lecture."

Lin Yan picked up the conductor's meticulous tone and said, "One kiss will change the class."

Mu Kang said solemnly: "I want to exchange ten kisses for one class."

He thought for a while, and then changed his words: "Let's kiss all night."

Lin Yan nodded and said seriously, "Deal."

The car drove steadily into the high speed, and passed a series of towering street lights.The warm yellow light slowly falls on the car body, quietly wrapping the whispers in the car between the lovers.

They are naive and beautiful, they belong to the cold and lonely road, they belong to the spring night with hidden vitality, and they belong to each other with sincere affection.

What Fan Xing failed to record after two days of recording was two choruses written by Mu Kang.The standard of four-two beats is all kinds of syncopated sounds, and there are many irregularly distributed connecting lines between the syncopated sounds, and none of the accents falls on the strong beat.

The rhythm pattern is indeed coquettish, and the effect is indeed outstanding, but it is too difficult for Fan Xing who has not received professional music training.

Dejectedly, he rushed to the recording studio early and opened his voice. He was deeply shocked and fell asleep and still didn't recover.

It has been two weeks since he failed to confess his love, and Fan Xing finally realized the fact that he had been selectively ignoring before.

The so-called "clues of love" are nothing but a mirage. Teacher Mu is really as bad at work as the rumors say, demanding, slurred words, pitch deviation, lack of ventilation, lack of resonance, lack of emotion... Nothing happened. You can hear everything big and small, and you can't settle for anything.

"You're wasting your time." This is Mukang's usual reprimand.

Fan Xing lowered his head with enthusiasm, took off the pink bubble filter, and faced Mu Kang's well-deserved bad temper. He was shivering every day, but it improved his work efficiency to a certain extent.

Sitting in the room, he opened his voice and thought to himself: Mr. Mu is so fierce, Mr. Lin must have a good temper.

Mr. Lin has a really good temper.

When Mu Kang led Lin Yan into the recording studio, Fan Xing took a look through the glass and thought it was a big guy with no makeup or hair, so he quickly put down his guitar and ran out.

When he and Lin Yan met their eyes, they were so frightened that they couldn't speak.

Mu Kang introduced: "Evan Lin, my love."

Fan Xing was stunned for at least ten seconds before stretching out his hand out of impoliteness: "You, you, you... hello."

Lin Yan said gently: "Hi Fanxing, call me Evan."

Fan Xing stammered, "E, Evan, nice to meet you...you."

The unreachable rival in love fell from the sky, neither the airs of "commanding genius" nor the aura of "the object that all young musicians look up to". He is [-] times more approachable than expected, and he even allows himself to call him Evan.

Fan Xing quickly discarded the unreliable love affairs in his mind, and said professionally: "Evan, can I take a photo with you and post on Weibo?"

Lin Yan: "Of course..."

"No." Mu Kang said coldly, "You are wasting time."

Fan Xing already had a conditioned reflex to this sentence, and he said with excitement, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, as long as you can live today." Mu Kang said, "Go in."

Today's recording is still not going well.Fan Xing was always unable to find the beat, and his best performance lasted until the tenth measure, which was far from the end of the song.

Generally, when encountering such a situation beyond the scope of ability, the singer will ask a professional teacher to help.But this time the rookie singer is very shy, and he is unwilling to let others sing, and the senior producer is very confused, and he still doesn't understand the difficulty of this thing.

The two miscommunicating collaborators once again wasted more than half an hour by fighting against the wall.

Mu Kang knocked on the mixing console, frowned and said, "From the fourth measure onwards, it's half a beat slower."

Fan Xing: "...I'll try again."

"No." Mu Kang said decisively, "You come out first."

Fan Xing walked out slowly with his head down, hunched his shoulders and prepared to be scolded.

Mu Kang turned around and said to Lin Yan who didn't say a word the whole time: "I paid the tuition, Lin Zhi."

When he said this, his back was facing Fan Xing, with a soft and greasy smile on the corner of his mouth, and he acted like a baby to his lover in a language that only the two of them understood.

Lin Yan stood up calmly and sat down in front of the electric piano: "Fan Xing."

Fan Xing: "...Huh?"

Lin Yan: "Come here."

Fan Xing: "Oh."

"I play the chord rhythm pattern, and your rhythm is in the upbeat of each bar." Lin Yan said, "Five bars, the rhythm slows down three times."

He gave a few voices: "It's so fast, you feel it."

Fan Xing: "Understood."

Lin Yan slowly repeated the first five measures several times.Fan Xing practiced these five measures very well, while snapping his fingers, he hummed chords along with the electric piano.After Lin Yan played the fifth time, he said to Fan Xing: "It's getting faster, go back."

Fan Xing: "Okay."

Lin Yan: "Don't sing along, keep the rhythm."

He took a breath, and the sound of the inhalation filled the first eighth rest, and the sound of the piano sounded immediately, the rhythm became faster and faster, gradually catching up with the original speed, and the free-spirited chord rhythm jumped easily at the fingertips, which was indistinguishable from Sample Difference.

This one-handed operation can be described as a shock to Fan Xing.

His eyes widened, he forgot even the rhythm, and thought in disbelief: In such a short while... remember everything? !

I've practiced for two days and I'm still doing something wrong?

Mu Kang reminded: "Fan Xing, rhythm."

Fan Xing came back to his senses, and quickly followed the electric piano and began to snap his fingers.Of course he can find out the upbeats of each measure, and it is not difficult to keep up with Lin Yan if he doesn't open his mouth to sing.

After twenty bars this time, Lin Yan repeated from the beginning and said to Fan Xing: "Just follow me like this, close your eyes and listen carefully."

The rhythm of the fingers and the sound of the piano gradually merged into one. Fan Xing obediently closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and listened carefully.

Mu Kang's harmonies and rhythms are exquisite, implying a kind of arrogance and freedom that despise all sentient beings. Every harmony and every accent appears unexpectedly.

If you just stand on the periphery and watch, you will never get in.

The electric piano takes on the role of a guide.

Being led by Lin Yan, it is impossible to make mistakes. Fan Xing relaxed his mind, kept the rhythm, followed the pace of the piano wholeheartedly, entered the music smoothly, and his thoughts were slowly immersed in it.

Repeat until the fourth time.

It was as if a violin string vibrated slightly in my mind.

Fan Xing breathed a beat slower, opened his eyes and looked at the keys, as if he had touched something somewhere.

Lin Yan stopped after playing the fifth time, and said to Fan Xing, "How do you feel?"

Fan Xing: "I seem to understand."

"Don't count the beat." Lin Yan said, "Remember this feeling, and leave the rest to the accompanist."

Fan Xing: "Alright Evan."

"You won't be wrong again." Lin Yan said with a smile, "Go."

Fan Xing walked into the inner room quickly, put on his earphones and stood in front of the microphone, his eyes moved to Lin Yan in the outer room, as if he suddenly had a backbone, full of ambition.

Facts have proved countless times that Lin Zhi is always right.

The music started, and the five bars went through the door. Lin Yan gave Fan Xing a few rhythmic gestures through the glass, with an elegant and confident posture.Fan Xing followed Lin Yan's hand gestures from the corner of his eye, recalling the emotions he had just synchronized with the piano, and miraculously sang from beginning to end.

Not a single pause, not a single mispronunciation.

One take!

Fan Xing blushed with excitement: Did Evan graduate from Hogwarts?

He couldn't wait to take off the earphones and rushed out of the room, and excitedly said to Lin Yan: "Evan, how did you do it?"

"It's not me." Lin Yan said calmly, "You did it yourself."

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Note:

Rodrigo Guitar Concerto: The article mainly refers to the Aranjuez Concerto (Joaquín Rodrigo-Conciertode Aranjue), a classical guitar concerto by the Spanish composer Joaquin Rodrigo, written in 1939.