Chapter 433 "Thousand Colors" Philharmonic House "Li Ge"

Chapter 433 "Thousand Colors" Philharmonic House·"Li Ge"

When the song ended, Wang Yuanjun was at a loss for a moment.

Men, like women, are shaped by ideology, culture and social responsibilities. As a single father, he has been almost paranoid over the years and has engraved his strength in his bones. No matter how hard or tired he is, he never sheds tears easily.

But, everyone has feelings.

There is a soft place in everyone's heart, and when it is poked hard, gender and its associated rigid requirements for behavior and thinking become irrelevant.

Just like Wang Yuanjun at this time, a face with traces of time was soaked with tears.

He was not familiar with the singer on the stage. At most, he knew that this was his daughter's favorite idol, but he did not expect that the singing of such a half-grown child would break through his long-sealed heart.

Just because he sang too painfully and too truly.

Yes...if I could go back in time, what could I do?

A woman's figure clearly appeared in Wang Yuanjun's mind. That was Wang Duoduo's mother. After so many years, she still looked smiling and charming in his mind. In every lonely and lonely night, she kept smiling over and over again. Make him fall in love with her again.

Their love was born twenty years ago. At that time, he was honest and honest. He just wanted to have a happy family of three and live an ordinary and warm life. But she was not. She was sassy and bold, like wild flowers blooming in the wilderness. Full of passionate vitality.

She was unexpectedly pregnant at that time, and he begged her to stay in that small town, but she said that the most painful thing was to stay at home, facing pots and pans all day long.

So this wild flower tenaciously and stubbornly left behind the child who was just one month old and went to study abroad.

She loves him very much, but she will not stop her adventure because of love.

Perhaps life is made up of the intersection of countless regrets. No one is right or wrong, but it will always hurt people's hearts.

If we could go back in time.

If I don't let go.

Many years from now, will you blame me, hate me, or be moved?

Wang Yuanjun tasted the salty taste of tears, and his lips trembled. If it weren't for the weight of his daughter and the hem of his clothes, he would have almost squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

This song is excellent both in arrangement and lyrics, but what brings these excellent lyrics and music to the extreme is the hoarse singing voice of the lead singer on stage.

He did not shout hard with a dry, white voice. Instead, he steadily maintained his excellent singing skills during the most heart-wrenching moments. It is hard to imagine that this kind of strength and expressiveness came from an eighteen-year-old boy.

Wang Yuanjun was slightly startled by the soft touch on his cheek. He turned his head and found that his daughter, Wang Duoduo, was standing on tiptoes and putting a tissue on the side of his face.

The little girl was a little confused, a little worried, and a little scared, but she still imitated the way he coaxed her before and gently patted Wang Yuanjun's back with her hands, her eyes filled with concern.

Wang Yuanjun's throat moved, he took the tissue and blew his nose hard, threw the garbage into the trash can at his feet, and sighed.

"Dad is okay."

He rubbed Wang Duoduo's head.

Then he asked: "What's the name of the person who sang on the stage just now?"

"Yu Lan! 'Thousand Colors' Yu Lan!" Wang Duoduo was stunned for a moment and immediately answered with bright eyes.

"Really? Huh, he sings very well. Their band's performance is also very good."

Wang Yuanjun's eyes moved back to the stage.

They are still some big boys...how could they have such a heart-wrenching experience at such a young age?

A few rows away from the audience, Wang Yuanjun seemed to catch Yu Lan's gaze at a certain moment.

Those are a pair of sad eyes.

The tail of the eyes is drooped, and the eyes are not very bright. They look languid and a little sick, showing a touch of sadness, but also full of peace and tranquility.

Many people are familiar with Yulan's eyes, because they see such eyes in the mirror after they are frustrated, sad, or collapsed.

The originally lively BLS performance was unusually quiet. Occasionally, someone made a sound, but the sound was too abrupt and the sound gradually died down.

In this atmosphere, Yu Lan put the microphone back on the microphone stand, and his heavy and slightly rapid breathing could be heard on the radio.

"The second and last song of the day."

His long, messy hair covered most of his face. He held the microphone with both hands as before and said, "Please enjoy, "Li Ge"."

The song title was simultaneously displayed on the large screen hanging high in the back. The font was written in cursive. I don’t know who wrote it. The handwriting was messy and powerful. It looked a bit ferocious, as if it was the product of someone writing it casually to vent their self-torture.

Xia Song's piano sounded again, but at the same time there was an unexpected string of music.

"...Erhu?"

Wang Yuanjun and the other pair of music fans next to him were stunned.

In fact, the timbre composition in the band's songs is not limited to the existing instruments in the band such as guitar and bass. In many cases, in order to enrich the timbre and range of the entire song, the creators often add violins and other other instruments to perform live performances. Enhance your performance with background playback while you play.

But...erhu?

Isn’t this span a bit big?

It's just that few people have the time to analyze the composition of the song like them. They had just listened to the previous song, and the gap between the two songs was very short. Most of the audience had not had time to calm down before they were gripped again. mind.

This song "Li Song" has another weak lyrical beginning. The intro melody alone has a sense of melancholy that catches the ear. When you listen to it, it sounds like a song similar to the style of "If".

The corners of Yu Lan's lips curved slightly, and a low, bitter smile was hidden in his subtle breathing.

“In the beginning, I only believed that what is great is emotion.

"In the end, I saw powerlessly that fate is the most powerful thing."

In the first four sentences, the music fans who had just fallen into memories and resonated with each other suddenly felt even more sick to their stomachs.

Damn it, can you stop singing so realistically?

"You still choose to go back.

"He hurts your heart, but you refuse to wake up."

This "him" refers to completely different people in different people's ears, but this does not prevent everyone from invariably remembering those painful and heart-wrenching experiences. It is not as depressing and regretful as "If", but instead feels aggrieved. There was a strong feeling of grief and indignation.

Yu Lan's voice seemed to express this, his words were more procrastinating than before, his voice was elongated and his singing was sticky, as if he was making a self-deprecating and weak moan.

He closed his eyes, and the grief that had been suppressing his heart since early June was like a huge wave, crashing onto the shore layer by layer.

The couple's few words and their few sincere laughs could be heard unconsciously in my ears.

"Ah, our Yu Lan is a good brother!"

"Haha, you are very good at taking care of your sister. Very good! Xiaoqing will be left to you!"

All his value is reflected in taking care of Yu Qing. Only at those times, he is their son and a member of the family. He can be looked at seriously, can get a few responses, and can even get recognition, praise and rewards.

"You said love is just a dream.

"The happiness I borrowed from you, I can only return to you -"

Yu Lan suddenly tightened his shoulders, and the veins on the back of his hand and forearm that were holding the microphone stretched.

At the same time, the drum volume suddenly increased, and the whole song was pushed to a climax.

“It’s the loneliest thing if you want to stay but can’t.

"I haven't finished talking about tenderness, only Li Ge is left -"

Yu Qing may not know that her care, her choice, and her avoidance just pushed Yu Lan outside the house and drove him away.

From now on, Yu Lan has no home.

“The second before heartbreak, hug each other tightly in silence.

"Send you off with my heartbeat, bitter farewell song..."

How cruel it is to use "it won't burden you" as an excuse.

Even if it is sincere, it is cruel.

The long and plaintive sound of the erhu sounded again, followed closely by piano and string music.

Yu Lan did not show any discomfort after the high note, but his looming expression behind his long hair seemed to tell the audience that something more painful than discomfort had happened viciously and mercilessly.

"It turns out that love is a willful thing and should not be considered too much.

"Love has neither cleverness nor intelligence, only willingness."

The straightforward lyrics cut open the chests of everyone including Yu Lan, exposing the living hearts to the air. With every beat, bright red blood bursts out. The hotter the heart, the colder the blood. .

There is no such thing as cleverness or not, only willingness or unwillingness.

yes……

She/he just doesn't love you, or she/he just loves you too much, so she/he made such a decision. What can you do?

Who can truly change a person's determination, and who can control feelings and sincerity?

"You still choose to go back.

“He hurts your heart, but you refuse to wake up.

"You said love is just a dream.

"The happiness I borrowed from you, I can only return to you -"

The hoarse tail tone reappeared, and Yu Lan squeezed the microphone tightly, so hard that it left a deep red mark in the palm of his hand. It seemed that he had poured all his strength into it, and it seemed that he was relying on the microphone. The support of the frame prevents it from falling due to force.

“It’s the loneliest thing if you want to stay but can’t.

"I haven't finished talking about tenderness, only Li Ge is left -"

This home, this home, he wants to stay!

Can a person really cut off a blood relationship in two painstakingly?

Even if most of my experiences have been dark in color, and even if most of my experiences have been painful memories from beginning to end,...

But that’s also home…

“The second before heartbreak, hug each other tightly in silence.

"Send you off with my heartbeat, bitter farewell song..."

The roaring song seemed to come from an unknown distance. Yu Lan, who was vibrating with the arias and melody, was like a forcibly controlled walking zombie, crazy, morbid, but lifeless.

He repeated the chorus again, and this time, hundreds of people in the audience sang along like crazy.

"If you want to stay, you can't! Talent! The most! Lonely!"

"I haven't finished talking about tenderness! Only! What's left! Li! Song——"

Who has never experienced a heart-wrenching separation?

Who has never had a moment when they were so painful and so weak that they almost wanted to die immediately?

This song is like a dark fire burning under an iron basin. It does not have a hot and eye-catching color, but the temperature is bloody and incredibly hot.

So everyone roared, so what if I couldn't sing, I just needed a song to cry loudly!

"Before heartbreak! One! Second! Hug each other tightly in silence.

"Send you off with my heartbeat...the bitter farewell song..."

In the struggling and screaming singing, Yu Lan heard the man and woman yelling and cursing in a trance.

"Why didn't you protect your sister to Yangliu?!"

"Why did our family raise such an ungrateful thing like you!"

"The wings are wild, aren't they? You should take good care of her in this life!!"

Yeah...yeah...I think so too.

I want it too! ! !

No more rebuke could make Yu Lan find any reason to refute.

He was overwhelmed with powerlessness and self-blame.

"Can't see eternity, hear...

"Li...ge..."

On June 25, my parents called me one after another.

Insults, scolding, all of them.

Just no happy birthday.

BGM of this chapter: Xin Ensemble - Li Ge; Lyricist: Yao Ruolong; Composer: Jin Momo