"Is that your boyfriend?"
"……no."
After the other party showed an expression that said, "You're worthy of being a celebrity. You've already started living together even though you're not even boyfriend and girlfriend," Jiang Xinhai realized for the first time that human hearts are unpredictable.
She rushed up the stairs with the momentum of leaving everything behind, and after pushing open the door, noisy guitar and drum beats poured out.
"The first snow of 2012 came later than usual.
The No. 2 bus parked on the eighth floor took away the last falling yellow leaf..."
Jiang Xinhai heard a hoarse and unfamiliar voice singing, and a smell of gasoline mixed with sweat and sheep hit his face.
She was choked to the point of tears coming out. She lowered her head, grabbed her throat and started coughing.
Chen Ya was sitting in the room, banging the drums with a smile on his face. Another short and fat man in a baseball cap was holding a guitar in his hands, strumming the strings and singing into the microphone.
Jiang Xinhai was so shocked by this sudden and shocking scene that he was speechless for a long time. It was only after Chen Ya struck the cymbals several times that the noise dissipated from the room like a receding tide.
Jiang Xinhai had a little tinnitus and rubbed his small ears.
"Let me introduce you," Chen Ya said, standing up. "Xinhai, this is Luo Ling. Luo Ling, this is Jiang Xinhai."
The man in the baseball cap nodded at Jiang Xinhai and said, "Hello! I've heard a lot about you!"
Jiang Xinhai looked him up and down, then pinched his nose.
She was certain that, regardless of the source of the sweat odor, the sheep smell must be coming from this person.
"I'm sorry, I just moved a lot of things and I'm all sweaty." The man smiled embarrassedly.
Looking around the room, I saw two huge cardboard boxes, a sofa, a drum set, a guitar, and an electronic keyboard.
Jiang Xinhai pointed at Chen Ya and said, "It's okay, he's also covered in stinky sweat."
Chen Ya pointed at the man and said, "Luo Ling is my friend. He happened to come visit me today, so I got together with him and helped him practice his new song."
Luo Ling put his arm around Chen Ya's shoulders and said, "What friend? Chen Ya is my guide, my guide!"
"Oh." Jiang Xinhai didn't quite understand.
She looked Luo Ling up and down. He looked to be about thirty years old. He was wearing an ill-fitting dark green short-sleeved T-shirt with a crude cartoon head printed in the middle. The small belly that was unique to middle-aged men was bulging out.
Like Chen Ya, he was also wearing a pair of sneakers.
The two of them have the same taste in dressing, being rustic and uninhibited. They were so happy playing music just now that Jiang Xinhai wanted to call them sneaker brothers.
"Was that his new song just now?" Jiang Xinhai asked.
"Yes, it's called 'The First Snow of 2012,'" Chen Ya said. "This song is sure to be a hit!"
Jiang Xinhai didn't quite believe it.
She felt that this song wasn't sung, but howled. Or rather, spoken.
Chen Ya suddenly pointed at Luo Ling and said, "Come on, take out your tambourine, let's sing another verse!"
Luo Ling rubbed his hands excitedly: "Is that okay? I won't disturb you guys?"
"Sure, sing, let Xinhai hear your music!"
Luo Ling took out an exotic-style guitar from a travel bag on the ground that was so covered in dust that it had turned yellow and black.
"What is this?" Jiang Xinhai asked.
"Playing the boolean," Chen Ya said. "It's a traditional Chinese instrument. If you listen to it, the feeling is definitely different."
Luo Ling plucked the strings, and the strings made a delicate sound as if tickling his heart, like the hot wind in the Taklamakan Desert, blowing through the sand dunes and raising fine grains of sand.
"Let me introduce myself. I was born in the Western Regions. I make a living by wandering," Luo Ling said, stroking his chest. "I've traveled through deserts, grasslands, mountains, and plateaus. I've crossed great rivers and many places rarely visited by people."
“I am searching for my music with my feet and my throat. My music comes from nature, from the most loneliest journeys, and from the most passionate emotions.”
"I've heard of Jiang Xinhai before. I feel very honored to have a celebrity like you hear my songs before my concert. I'm also very grateful to Teacher Chen Ya for giving me this opportunity."
Then he plucked the strings and opened his throat:
“The first snow of 2012,
It is an unforgettable complex in wlmq.
You are like a butterfly flying around,
Swaying in the season of falling snow."
…
After listening to this, Jiang Xinhai clapped mechanically.
She still didn't hear anything good.
After studying at Binhai University for a while, she already knew the structure of music.
In terms of the structure of this song, there is no structure at all.
Not to mention the pre-chorus, bridge, etc., there's no difference between the verses and the chorus.
The whole song is like crushing eggs and tomatoes together in a juicer, throwing them into a pan and frying them repeatedly, and finally serving them on the table and saying that it is scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Luo Ling's singing skills are nothing compared to his own. His voice is as rough as the gritty wind from the Taklamakan Desert, its dry, undulating notes whistling in his ears, as if describing the hardships it has endured along the way.
The only thing that Jiang Xinhai found strange was that the melody of this song had no ups and downs or novelties, but he did not feel bored while listening to the whole song.
After Luo Ling finished singing, he actually started crying.
The thirty-year-old man let go of Tanbul's hand, but touched his own cheek and wiped away more tears.
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