You are asked to bring your hometown to the top, and you write a song about your hometown

After about a quarter of an hour's effort, Shen Fei handed over the written score to the two girls.

The staff of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism also rushed in as soon as possible.

The others at the scene craned their necks to find out.

However, the distance was too far, and I only saw that the paper was densely covered with handwriting.

Song Huanhuan didn't know what was going on, but he didn't want to ask much.

I only heard Shen Fei ask: "Can you understand it?" The handwriting is a little sloppy, you will take a look." "

The two looked at it carefully, and then nodded.

"Okay, can you please help me play with the accompaniment?".

The two of them had a good impression of Shen Fei, so naturally they would not refuse.

Zhang Binbin muttered quietly beside him when he heard this.

"Pretending to be a ghost!".

Under the gaze of everyone, Shen Fei sat quietly on a chair carved of mahogany.

A moment later.

In the silent space, the sound of a fast-moving wind accompanied by the melodious flute gently flowed into everyone's ears.

Ethereal and desolate.

Gentle and trickle.

The melody whistling through the wind and clouds.

It makes people feel cool in the cold winter, and they can't help but tighten the collar on their chest.

From the moment the flute sounded, the audience's eyes seemed to be unfolding a Jiangnan ink painting.

Like the smoke wafting from the incense burner, it seems that there is an endless heartfelt and endless love.

The

sound of the flute swept through the haze sky.

What can't be blown away is endless sorrow, and what can't be untied is the entangled complex.

The mournful melody resounded through the teahouse, making the already lonely atmosphere even more deserted.

The crow cry on the eaves corner of the ancient building shows the artistic conception of the decline of the grass and trees in the cold weather.

The sound of the flute floated by, the melody suddenly turned, and the melodious guzheng echoed it.

The melodious melody makes the listener feel like an olive in the mouth, and the aftertaste is long.

It's just a prelude to the beginning, but it has a strong sense of picture.

The moment the guzheng echoed the sound of the flute, everyone was silent in the artistic conception of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the small bridge and flowing water.

The impetuous mood gradually calmed down with the melody.

Guests of the teahouse, vendors in the vicinity, pedestrians who stopped.

At this moment, I threw away everything in my hand in an instant, chose a position that was relatively comfortable for me, watched carefully, and listened quietly.

In the gentle and slow twist of the Hanfu beauty, a slightly melancholy minor tune echoes in the teahouse.

There is a feeling of vicissitudes, annoyance, and messiness.

The beginning of the melody, no deliberate show-off, no rush to sing the lyrics.

But the audience's hearts were deeply touched.

Silence.

The audience was silent.

Bai Lu sat in the corner of the teahouse, her hands on her cheeks, her expression a little sluggish, obviously immersed in the music.

Song Huanhuan was even more stunned.

This is a work with a completely different genre from "Mrs. Luxury".

Just listen to the prelude, and you know that this song is by no means the product of shoddy production and fooling people.

The expectation in my heart was instantly filled.

After a short prelude, Shen Fei's singing began to echo in the teahouse.

"The wind is sticky here".

"Sticking to the thoughts of passers-by".

"When the rain arrives, it is wrapped into a thread".

"Haunting us with nostalgia for the world".

"You are by your side".

"Fate is written on the Sansheng Stone".

“......"

The slightly sad melody brought out Shen Fei's low and desolate voice to the extreme.

A faint singing voice, accompanied by an extremely catchy tone.

Let all the listeners be immersed in the mood of this song.

Sink in a second!

There are no exaggerated melody ups and downs, no deafening drum music, no hoarse shouts, just real emotions conveyed between the lines.

Song Huanhuan couldn't stop smiling on her face.

Only this paragraph, the hanging heart has been put into her stomach.

Shen Fei's works have brought her too many surprises.

In terms of lyrics and songs, this song shows the soft side of "Mrs. Luxury" that has never been seen before, and shows it vividly.

In terms of melody, it is also calm after the big opening and closing.

Even if you don't know music, you can feel the beautiful mood created by this song.

Bai Lu's eyes were stunned.

Thinking about the lyrics I just heard, my eyes were empty.

Yang Qian rarely stood quietly in the crowd.

didn't have any other thoughts, just looked at Shen Fei in front of him quietly with Li Xin.

Zhang Binbin's face was cloudy.

You have to know that you can make this big move with a flat hair, and you won't be in the limelight if you say anything.

Every lyric of Shen Fei is like a cold wind blowing on his face.

It hurts to smoke.

"We who don't understand love and hate, sorrow and suffering".

"They all think that love is like the fickleness of the storm".

"Believe in love for one day, for eternity".

"Time froze in this moment".

“......"

The fragments hidden in the deepest part of the human heart are gradually emerging in front of us.

Young people empathize.

Listeners who have entered the age of no confusion.

Regret, sadness, and sadness all came to my heart at this moment.

With the sound of flowing strings, a painting seems to pass in front of everyone's eyes.

Like a girl who has been waiting for a thousand years in time, after the wind and rain, before dawn, she finally came from the misty and rainy water town, revealing that beautiful smiling face.

It seems that after a thousand years, the fate on the Sansheng Stone is still continuing.

The woman who walked out of the painting looked back alone in the smoke and rain of the south of the Yangtze River.

Then it shattered like a dream.

The young man followed the woman who had dissipated like smoke, crossed time and space, and came to the small town of Jiangnan.

In the early morning, the rain stopped, and the mist was everywhere.

In the south of the Yangtze River mixed with tea rhyme, under the smoke and rain, the boy met the girl for the first time.

The two of them held umbrellas in their hands, stepped on bluestone slabs, and walked through the moss-covered alleys.

In the laughter and play, it is the feelings that have not been picked out, but they know each other.

The

smoke and rain are hazy and drunk in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are all kinds of tenderness in the eyebrows.

The girl smiled in her eyes, and the boy fell in love at first sight.

Under the witness of Sansheng Stone, ignorant love germinated at this moment.

The house painted roof tiles are copied by thousands of years of smoke and rain, not as good as your eyes and smile.

Across the river to mention the pen for several years, since then the heart is confused to remember the south of the Yangtze River.

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