Cultural Scholar: Famous in the World from the Universal History

A somewhat cluttered room.

He Haihong sat alone by the window, looking at the dripping rain outside the window in a silent daze.

She fell out of love.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, this is not a ~ big deal.

However, she and her boyfriend were together in high school until they graduated from college and went to work, and their relationship was very good.

Ten years of getting along, even a toy many people are reluctant to discard - discarded.

Not to mention the people you care about.

But she didn't even feel like crying.

She just felt like her heart was missing a piece and empty.

Half of the soul seemed to be torn apart.

She knew that she should cry as much as she could, and that might feel better.

And yet she couldn't.

When the pain is extreme, people will only feel like ashes, and will not simply cry.

Crying became a luxury at this time.

"Tuk Tuk~"

Mother He walked in with dinner.

She looked at her daughter like this, and she felt very uncomfortable, but she couldn't help it.

She also felt pity.

The two were about to enter the palace of marriage, but an accident happened and they broke up.

This may be something that my daughter never thought about.

He Haihong may have thought about how to deal with various setbacks and contradictions in life to keep the relationship between the two alive.

But the only thing she didn't expect was that her boyfriend no longer loved her.

This is not something she could have avoided by working alone.

He Mu put the dinner on the table, thought about it, and comforted:

"If you go on like this, you can only make yourself more sad, you can only think about it, it's just a not too big setback in your life......"

Seeing that He Haihong didn't react, she sighed and said, "Didn't you often listen to some pure music before, saying that only music can heal pain, why don't you listen to it, maybe it will feel better." "

Seeing that He Haihong still didn't move, He Mu could only leave first.

She understands that many things are ultimately done by people who can't figure it out on their own.

Outsiders' advice can never really persuade them.

After He Mu left, He Haihong turned her head and glanced at the food on the table.

She had no appetite and couldn't eat.

But she knew her mother was right.

If she can't get out, only she and her family will be really hurt.

Punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes is undoubtedly the most stupid thing to do.

But the empty mood in her heart really made her very uncomfortable.

She picked up her phone and clicked on her favorite playlist.

There are some songs in it, as well as pure music that she likes.

She wanted to click on one or two songs and listen to them, maybe it would make her feel better.

Then before she clicked on it, she saw a push from the platform.

Honglu - Zong Xiang joined hands to create "Tears". "

Teacher Honglu, she knows.

"The Mark of the Rain" has always been regarded by her as the most healing pure music.

She wanted to listen to "The Mark of the Rain", but since she saw a new tune, she subconsciously clicked on it.

It was very soft, very soft, and the sound of music sounded like a mouthful.

The flowing notes outline a silence as cold as water.

It is always playing slowly, like people dissolving in the cool autumn night, looking at the stars in the sky, alone and silent. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The slow beat, the main melody played by the bass, and a few crisp single notes in the middle of each variation, as if the eyes were slightly misty, and then as if hearing a crisp dripping sound.

Years from now, if we meet again, where will I see you, in silence, or in tears?

When the music finally fades away.

A tear oozing from the bottom of my heart.

Thinking of the road I once walked, the people I once loved, an unfinished word, a sad look...... []

He Haihong found that she had burst into tears.

Young man, if you feel sorrowful, weep softly......

......

Zong Xiang is very concerned about the feedback of the song "Tears".

Because this is a work that she has really put a lot of effort into.

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It is precisely because of this that Qin Wen is reluctant to put his name on the composer of the song.

He doesn't think he's doing much, just some guidance.

But Zong Xiang was very persistent.

For her, the song can be more refined, which is completely the guidance of Teacher Honglu.

So at her insistence, the piece became a joint composition between the two parties.

Of course, although he lost the reputation of the only composer, Honglu's name also made this piece very famous from the beginning, and the platform vigorously pushed it.

Because everyone knows Honglu and believes in his strength.

But they were not very familiar with Zong Xiang.

At most, there are students who also major in composition who know that this is a recognized talent in several universities.

Therefore, it is not clear who earned the co-composition thing.

But many things are not clear in the first place, and there is no need to be so clear.

Zong Xiang looked at the more and more comments under the song, and suddenly felt a little empathy.

"There is no saddest moment in the world than the music penetrates my heart, and the melody keeps crying. "

"How can the tears that flow from my story be bitter......"

"While shedding tears, listening to this song, listening to it, flowing, not daring to cry out of the voice, afraid of being heard, strong on the outside, fragile on the inside. "

"Actually, I don't want much, I just want to be with you. "

"A person listens to music quietly, looks at the sky in a daze, and slowly recalls the past......"

"Hello, everyone, please cry quietly in your dreams......"

“......"

Seeing these comments, Zong Xiang sighed.

She had some childhood misfortunes, and everyone has their own misfortunes.

But it's also a good thing to be able to tell it.

Maybe that's what music is all about?

If it's just for money and fame, it's too cheesy.

Healing people's hearts is the ultimate and eternal pursuit of music?