He tuned the guitar and lightly touched the strings.

This is a good guitar.

At least it's better than the guitar Lu Yuan had played before.

After slowly moving the chair to the window, Lu Yuan adjusted his whole body's breath to the best state.

This is a very difficult song to sing, at least one of the most difficult English songs that Lu Yuan can sing.

He lowered his head and picked up the guitar, gently touching the strings with his fingers.

Of course, he didn't play it, but his mind kept thinking about how to play the song and the strange feeling in his memory.

This song is not suitable for playing alone.

In the original world, the band was composed of several people to play the melody and accompaniment.

But this is not important to Lu Yuan.

At this time, the bright moonlight from the windowsill shone in, just shining on Lu Yuan's face, making Lu Yuan look very peaceful.

He closed his eyes.

Wang Jinxue and James looked at each other, and both felt very strange.

But neither of them said anything to interrupt. In fact, Lu Yuan's expression made them inexplicably feel that something was about to be born.

Lu Yuan suddenly smiled, recalling his past regrets and helplessness in his mind.

That year, when he learned this song, he was actually very ambitious. He wanted to show off in front of girls, show off in KTV, show off in other places, show off in those high-end ways...

But in the end, it was not installed successfully.

He thinks that literary and artistic young people are very popular, but in fact he is not as popular as the strong RMB players.

In fact, it is the same no matter which era it is.

You sing dozens of English songs in KTV, thinking you are great, but it is not as good as a strong RMB person showing off the BMW car key and pretending to sigh deeply that life is boring recently...

After all, college is not high school.

In high school, being able to play the piano, guitar, and sing English songs in front of little girls might be impressive and make them admire you, after all, you were still young at that time, but in college...

Come on, the things we worship are completely different, okay?

Therefore, Lu Yuan's idea of ​​deliberately showing off after working so hard was tragically shattered.

This is Lu Yuan's lingering pain.

But now it’s different, he found that feeling of pretending to be cool, this time, he wants to pretend to be cool again which he didn’t have in college days!

After about thirty seconds of silence, Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and then continued to play the guitar with an ambitious and pretentious attitude...

Wang Jinxue and James both felt a sense of tension at the same time, and even their breathing stopped slightly!

Could it be that he is about to officially start?

But at this moment...

"Bang!"

“…”

“…”

Lu Yuan's hand that was pressing the strings suddenly trembled...

The extremely discordant and unpleasant sound scared Wang Jinxue and James.

Then the two of them looked at Lu Yuan in silence.

"Ahem, ahem, sorry, I played the wrong string, my hand slipped..." Lu Yuan smiled awkwardly. He had wanted to pretend to be cool in the most perfect way to make up for the regret of not pretending to be cool in the past, but maybe he was too excited or something, he actually played the wrong note.

There is a flaw in this pretense.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, how about today..."

After looking at Lu Yuan's expression, James hesitated for a moment. When he was about to say something to temporarily end the singing invitation, he suddenly found that Lu Yuan lightly pressed a chord, and then the sound of the guitar slowly rang out.

A beautiful guitar sound, like the rock style of the 1970s America, appeared in James' ears.

James was stunned.

Wang Jinxue was also stunned.

She saw Lu Yuan sitting on a chair holding a guitar, and playing a melody very skillfully. The melody was long but very beautiful.

Is Lu Yuan planning to compose a guitar piece for James instead of a piano piece?

Actually, guitar music is not impossible.

After all, Lu Yuan’s music fits the theme of the movie very well, and it sounds surprisingly authentic and tasteful.

James closed his eyes and appreciated the guitar music. He seemed to see the bar, the church, many sacred things and decadence, as well as a faint smell in the guitar music.

Lu Yuan played the piano with great enthusiasm, his smile growing deeper and deeper. After seeing the appreciative expressions of James and Wang Jinxue, he suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.

He had been forced to show off before, and sometimes Lu Yuan even showed off for no reason without even realizing it.

But it’s different now. Now Lu Yuan feels that he is being proactive in showing off, as if he has the power of autonomy and control.

After about fifty seconds of prelude, Lu Yuan moved his neck slightly...

“On a dark desert highway,

Driving on a dark desert road

cool wind in my hair……

The cool breeze blew my hair..."

James, open your eyes!

This is not a melody or a tune, it is really a song, and an English song at that.

Wang Jinxue's beautiful eyes were also stunned, and she stared at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan's voice was very hoarse, and in it there was a hint of vicissitudes that was inconsistent with his age. For some reason, Wang Jinxue felt that this young man, who looked not very old, had experienced many things like a wandering singer.

Of course, this did not surprise Wang Jinxue.

What surprised Wang Jinxue was that Lu Yuan could really sing English songs, and he sang very well.

In the Moonlight...

Lu Yuan smiled. He really wanted to show off to make up for the regret of not being able to show off in the past.

But at this moment Lu Yuan found himself immersed in the memories of this song...

His mentality at this moment was completely different from when he played "Canon". If playing "Canon" was just playing, without any sense of memory or immersion, then playing "Hotel California" was the complete opposite.

The feeling of wanting to show off has gradually disappeared, and has gradually turned into the feeling of working hard but not getting recognition, and ultimately losing to the cruel reality. Of course, this feeling also carries the kind of accusation that even Lu Yuan himself cannot explain clearly.

He is a natural singer.

More than one person has commented on him like this.

It is easy for him to get emotional when singing.

In fact, no matter whether it is an English song or a Chinese song, classics will never be erased. They will only be imprinted deep in your soul and let you be infected by this soul forever...

Not long after Lu Yuan opened his mouth, the piano music not far away stopped.

“Is anyone singing?”

"Over there..."

"It sounds nice, let's go and take a look."

"good!"

"It looks like a yellow man. Is he Japanese?"

"No, he should be a Chinese."

"Chinese?"

"right."

A few people came to Lu Yuan's seat in groups of three or four and stopped to look at him.

The huge coffee shop was now echoing with Lu Yuan's voice. Even though most of the people here were Spanish, and even though they couldn't understand what Lu Yuan was singing, they could hear the emotions in his singing.

The emotions are strong and the images are vivid.

James no longer worried about whether it was a tune or a song, nor did he wonder why Lu Yuan, a man who could barely speak English, could sing an English song and make it sound so standard.

He was just immersed in the song and enjoying it.

“she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys

She has lots of handsome guys.

that she calls friends

She called him a friend..."

When Lu Yuan's voice began to become heavier, James detected something strange.

He recalled the scene in his script, the scene where the lady met the pastor. It seemed like a simple sentence, but it revealed a corrupt reality in depth...

Anyone can be her friend.

Anyone can come into that house.

It's ironic, but very realistic.

James can guarantee that not many people have read his script, and even if those people have read it, they will keep it secret!

So Lu Yuan definitely saw it for the first time today.

I saw this song for the first time today, but it was able to create such a complete and even completely fitting song…

What does this mean?

James shook his head and began to express disbelief, a feeling of even greater disbelief than the fact that Lu Yuan could suddenly sing English songs.

When he looked at Lu Yuan at this moment, he somehow felt that this Chinese man was filled with a sense of mystery.

This sense of mystery made James feel cold behind his back.

"I have seen many geniuses in my life, but no matter which one, no one can compare to him. I can even predict that no one will be able to surpass him in the next hundred years..."

He remembered Brando's evaluation of Lu Yuan.

At first he thought that Brando was old and would inevitably talk nonsense...

But now, he suddenly realized that everything Brando said was right, even every word of his evaluation was correct.

James shook his head.

As for Wang Jinxue, she remained silent.

…

More and more people gathered in the cafe.

But it was not noisy and was very peaceful.

Everyone stood in the aisle and watched this Chinese man singing passionately...

“u can checkout any time u like.

You can check out whenever you want.

but u can never leave!

But you can never leave..."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes again after singing the last line of the lyrics.

But the sound of the guitar did not stop and it continued to play.

The melody is still beautiful and still fast.

Everyone was waiting for Lu Yuan to start singing again, but Lu Yuan never opened his mouth.

Bounce, bounce.

After playing the guitar for about two minutes, Lu Yuan opened his eyes.

Eyes open, notes fall...

Everyone looked at Lu Yuan.

They couldn't believe that the song was over, which made them feel a little uncomfortable...

Then, thunderous applause suddenly broke out.

The applause startled Lu Yuan, and then he saw that he was surrounded by people...

"One more!"

"Have a song!"

“Do it again!”

"God, can you sing it again?"

The originally quiet coffee shop was suddenly filled with screams!

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I want this song. We want it. Please name a price! I love you, Mr. Lu Yuan!" James stood up excitedly and ran to Lu Yuan and held Lu Yuan's hand.

His eyes were as hot as if he saw his prey. He even licked his bearded lips and his face flushed slightly...

He held Lu Yuan's hand tightly, and even seemed to hug Lu Yuan in his arms.

Lu Yuan's face turned pale with fright, his body tensed for no apparent reason, and he subconsciously dodged far away.

"Um, Director James..."

"What?"

"Maybe your American culture is very open. I respect your culture and I'm not discriminating against anything, but I'm quite normal. I'm not gay... I like beautiful girls..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

"I'm not gay either... No, no, no, I'm really not gay. I'm normal. I'm just too excited. I..." After Wang Jinxue translated Lu Yuan's words to James speechlessly, James became anxious.