You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 338 Music Sound

  The piano in the cafe suddenly stopped.

   Hearing that half of it suddenly disappeared made Guan Tong, who was immersed in the beautiful music, very uncomfortable.

   Of course, soon the piano sounded again.

   However, the piano music playing in Dudu is not as soft and beautiful as before, but the style is very shocking, especially the melody in the middle part, which once made Guan Tong feel that a storm is coming.

   Guan Tong frowned.

The    piano piece is not bad, it seems to be a piece from the family tree of a very famous composer abroad.

   Guan Tong simply doesn't like such fast-paced music.

   Zhou Yang on the opposite side was writing, humming and writing, as if writing very smoothly.

   Guan Tong couldn't help looking at Zhou Yang's appearance, with a sense of delight in his eyes, and even a little addicted to Zhou Yang's "beauty".

  The serious appearance of a man is really attractive, especially Zhou Yang's unfocused appearance under the afternoon sun, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

   If only I was born a few years later.

   Guan Tong suddenly had such a thought inexplicably.

   "It's written."

"So fast?"

   When Zhou Yang put down his pen and raised his head, Guan Tong stared at Zhou Yang with disbelief.

   She saw Zhou Yang showed a faint smile, and handed the paper to herself.

After the    result paper, a trace of doubt and distrust inevitably appeared in Guan Tong's heart.

   It took Zhou Yang less than ten minutes to write the lyrics from the beginning to the end…

   This is absolutely unheard of speed!

   Guan Tong has been in this circle for so long, and he has never heard of such a songwriting.

   He didn't write it casually, did he?

   Zhou Yang did not respond to Guan Tong's words, but drank a cup of coffee, looked at the scenery outside the window, and listened to the piano music.

  This fast-paced piano piece made Zhou Yang's memory slowly begin to deviate, and an uplifting melody emerged unconsciously.

   The name of this melody is "victory". Zhou Yang of the original world set this tune as the ringtone of his mobile phone. When the phone rings, it is a climax of blood boiling.

   Guan Tong did not notice Zhou Yang's nostalgic expression, but was attracted by the lyrics.

   The name of the lyrics is "Those Years", and the handwriting is so neat that Guan Tong thought it was printed.

   She looked at the lyrics.

  【Back to the original starting point

  Your young face in memory

  We finally come to this day…]

   is not sloppy writing, nor is it a **** rhyme.

  The lyrics are not gorgeous, and there is no deliberate sensationalism.

   is very bland.

   However, Guan Tong looked at it, but was slightly absent-minded.

   She lowered her head and looked at every word in the lyrics carefully.

  The memory seems to return to the lush days when I could laugh out loud and be arrogant.

There was a touch of sadness in those years, there was a trace of confusion and expectations for the future. Everything was pure. Although I longed to grow up, there was not as much intrigue as adults, chasing fame and fortune, and no bruises all over my body. In despair A sense of desperation to question why you are in this world.

   Guan Tong sighed faintly after reading it.

   "Well written."

   Her eyes were looking at Zhou Yang who was immersed in the window.

   Zhou Yang didn't seem to hear her words, he was still immersed in the music, but his eyes slowly became serious...

   seems to be nostalgic, and then this nostalgia has turned into a memory. In just one minute, Guan Tong feels that he seems to be extremely tired.

What's up with him?

  The piano stopped.

   Zhou Yang recovered from the immersion, and his expression immediately became a little regretful.

"are you OK?"

   "It's fine, I'm fine." Facing Guan Tong's concerned question, Zhou Yang smiled.

   "How should "Those Years" be sung? What is the score?" Guan Tong asked this question after seeing Zhou Yang's return to normal.

   She is very satisfied with the lyrics, and because of this satisfaction, she is full of anticipation for the complete song.

   “Composition takes time and tools.”

"how long it takes?"

   "The melody is in my mind. If there is a corresponding tool, if I can think of it, it will take about half an hour..."

   "You can play the piano, right?"

   "I know a little bit, but I'm not proficient. I haven't learned the piano for a long time, and I only know some basic piano melodies..."

   "I'm very familiar with the proprietress, why don't you borrow the piano downstairs? Now is the pianist's free time... There are also instruments such as guitars." Guan Tong suddenly had an inexplicable sense of anticipation.

"okay."

  ………………

  SPPD Cafe is not too crowded.

   The hall was empty except for a few boxes that were full.

  The period from three o'clock to four o'clock is the shift time of the pianist, which is the so-called gap period and debugging period.

   Zhou Yang, wearing a mask and hat, came to the piano room not far away, pulled down the curtains and turned off the amplifier.

   When sitting on the piano and stroking the piano, Zhou Yang was in a trance for a while.

   I never thought that an ordinary electrician would one day be like some noble musicians, fiddling with tunes in front of the piano.

   Of course, Zhou Yang's so-called composition is to slowly recover the melody in his mind, push the forgotten part with music a little bit, and fill in the appropriate chords and notes when pushed, that's all.

The score of    "Those Years" is four or four beats. Compared with the "Men Be Self-improvement" that Zhou Yang tried to get before, this score is not difficult.

   He played the familiar melody, humming, searching for the feeling bit by bit, writing down each suitable note in the notebook, and then filling in the chord.

I don't know if it is because of his musical talent. Zhou Yang's hearing is very sensitive, and once he is immersed in certain things, his brain will run at a high speed. The score of "Those Years" is not a bump, but it is exceptional. of fluency.

   After composing a short section, he began to sing a little selflessly.

  " back to the original starting point

   stand blankly in front of the mirror

   awkwardly tied red tie knot

   Comb your hair to look like an adult

   Put on a handsome suit

  See you later, it must be more beautiful than imagined…”

His voice is definitely a gift. He can be full of explosive power when singing "Men Be Self-improvement", hysterically, when singing "Those Years", he can be very gentle, like a ray of sunshine in winter , illuminating everything around.

   After immersing in it, the door to memory opened, and those people, those things, those beautiful pictures of immaturity or pretending to be mature kept reverberating in Zhou Yang's mind.

   The technique is still not perfect, but the overall emotion is exceptionally rich.

At least…

   When Zhou Yang opened his mouth, Guan Tong felt his goosebumps rise.

   She stared at Zhou Yang with admiration in her eyes, as if she had gone back to those times and saw the male **** who made her look forward to it.

   There is no so-called confession, and there is no vigorous sweet time. Although it will not be vicissitudes, but after all, the two sides lost contact with the changes of the years.

   I only know from other people that he seems to have gone abroad and settled down.

Then there is no news. I don't know if he is married, how is he doing, what kind of work is he doing, whether he will return to China, whether he will remember those people in his student days, and whether he will …

   The heroine in "The Youth We Chased Together in Those Years" is actually a personal portrait of herself.

   Zhou Yang finished singing and composing.

The    music sound ends.

   Guan Tong felt a little sore in her nose, she wiped her nose a little.

   "Mr. Zhou, you sing really well, really..."

   she marveled.

   However, halfway through the admiration, I suddenly lost my voice...

   She saw Zhou Yang sitting blankly on the chair, like a wooden man...

   (end of this chapter)