The moonlight climbed up to the treetops, and beside the Dianchi Lake, a bonfire rose in front of Ye Weiyang and his family.

After dinner, Ye Weiyang, Huang Bai and He Zishan, who were full of wine and meals, were sitting around in front of the bonfire, their three faces were red reflected by the bonfire.

He Zishan held a dry branch while tinking the bonfire, while saying curiously: "Teacher Ye, are you so silent in the afternoon because after listening to the story of the third uncle, you are inspired and creating songs?"

They had heard of Ye Weiyang's request from the program team.

As a singer, He Zishan is actually very understandable about Ye Weiyang's sudden inspiration.

Many musicians have the inspiration for creating music from a story or sentence I heard one day, and suddenly have an idea, a melody suddenly appears in their minds, and then a song is perfected.

But what she felt amazing was that Ye Weiyang actually made a song in his mind in just one afternoon and had not made any records with paper and pen.

This is too outrageous...

Ye Weiyang nodded, but did not explain in depth, and the matter was not explained clearly.

In fact, he spent the whole afternoon thinking about it, and then, for some reason, he suddenly wanted to sing a song for the affectionate old man.

He was not interested in singing a song before, but today after listening to the old man's story, he suddenly had a strong resonance.

"I'm looking forward to it. I don't know what good song Xiaoye has written. Let me reveal it first?" Huang Bai also said with interest.

"You will know in a while." Ye Weiyang smiled and shook his head, leaving behind his back.

A few minutes later, several staff members helped the third uncle in the village and the uncle in the afternoon to the camp.

"Teacher Ye, we have invited people."

Ye Weiyang immediately stood up and greeted him, helping the third uncle, who was over 80 years old, to the campfire and sit down.

There is still some chill in Kuncheng in the evenings of March and April, so please don’t catch a cold.

Ye Weiyang said with a familiar look: "Uncle San, I'm sorry, I'm so late, please come here."

"After hearing the love story between you and your wife in the morning, I was deeply shocked and asked provocatively, you take time to sit under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village every day. Are you remembering your wife?"

The third uncle raised his head and looked at Ye Weiyang with a turbid gaze. After he was silent for a few seconds, he said in a mandarin with a local accent: "Yes, if you miss her, just sit at the entrance of the village. She used to miss me."

A simple and simple sentence moved Ye Weiyang.

"If you miss her, go to the entrance of the village to sit." In just one sentence, it was filled with too much emotion.

Ye Weiyang nodded heavily, reached out and held the third uncle's arm, and said with some emotion: "San Uncle, I have a song I want to give to you."

He turned around and looked at the staff of the program team, and the staff immediately handed over the guitar.

By the bonfire under the moonlight, Ye Weiyang, wearing a white dress, held the guitar in the swaying fire, and smiled at his third uncle: "I hope his third uncle can like this song."

The third uncle didn't say anything, just looked at Ye Weiyang silently and nodded.

The crisp guitar sounded by the bonfire, and a prelude with a strong sense of melancholy and hesitation flowed into everyone's heart like flowing water.

He Zishan's eyes were slightly bright, and a strong folk song smell was captured by her!

This should be a folk song!

Before He Zishan could experience it more, Ye Weiyang's magnetic singing had already started.

"It's a far distance from the city"

"In my hometown of fertile picnic smoke"

"There is a village called Beacon Tower"

"I used to be with a girl named Achu"

"Look at the moon together"

"Smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus"

"The moonlight on that night is still shining in the sky."

"It's particularly heartbreaking tonight"

This is a song filled with stories.

Ye Weiyang closed his eyes, full of sincerity, sang very seriously, and had no sensation at all.

It's just a guitar and a voice, telling a sad story sincerely.

"Miss Achu"

"Your fragrance is filled with the wind in the countryside"

"The lipstick kissed by the wind is about to be more obvious"

"Miss Achu"

"The tears of time tear off my disguise"

"Do you remember how young I looked like?"

"Will you be far away tonight?"

"Burn the bonfire to watch over me"

The third uncle looked at Ye Weiyang singing softly under the bonfire, feeling the deep feelings that surged out of this song. The heart that was already calm and unwavering, gradually rippled with ripples.

He stared deeply every day, and his impulses and thoughts at every moment, forgot how many springs, summers, autumns and winters, and could not count how many days and nights wrapped in longing, and never let go of the strongest concerns he had ever given answers at this moment.

But, does his Achu still remember what he looked like when he was young?

"Miss Achu"

"Your fragrance is filled with the wind in the countryside"

"The lipstick kissed by the wind is about to be more obvious"

"Miss Achu"

"The tears of time tear off my disguise"

"Do you remember how young I looked like?"

"Will you be far away tonight?"

"Burn the bonfire to watch over me"

A few repeated lyrics sound like a calm and gentle breeze. The deep love hidden behind the lyrics is heartbreaking. The few notes, arranged and combined, compose a sad song.

People are always nostalgic and traveling through the cycle of reincarnation year after year. The people who are worried about them are still there, but they have changed their appearance and are intact.

The beautiful pictures of the past kept popping up in the third uncle's mind. These scenes urged him to be sad and urged him to cry.

His turbid eyes kept gushing out in the reflection of the fire.

Tears mixed with smoke kept hovering into the air.

For decades, the longing and affection that has been accumulated in my heart for the departure of my lover has been completely released in Ye Weiyang's singing.

"A gentle evening breeze"

"Please take away my melancholy."

"Don't let me follow the unforgettable hesitation"

"Miss Achu"

"Where are you now?"

"Do you remember how young I looked like?"

"Will you be far away tonight?"

"Burn the bonfire to watch over me"

Ye Weiyang's singing has already touched the crying voices, like crying and remarks, which moved everyone here who listened to the song.

He Zishan had already burst into tears and was sobbing with empathy.

Many of the female staff members of the program team also shed tears on the spot.

A good song is like a pair of hands, which can tear open the hourglass in your heart and let the past flow slowly. Perhaps on a lonely night, someone or something will suddenly pop up, making people's eyes red.

"Miss Achu" is such a song.

Everyone has a girl named Achu in their hearts.

She can be a person who cannot love in the glitzy world, a hometown that she misses day and night but cannot go back to, or even a dream that she can never enter after she wakes up.

The world is messy, but "Miss Achu" is clean and can be hung in your heart and made the sun and the moon.

This is a very thoughtful song, especially with the real experience of the third uncle, it makes people feel even more difficult to control themselves.

....

"Miss Achu"

"Will you be far away tonight?"
Chapter completed!