Zhou Yang has been staying in the villa for the past two days. His activity area is several hundred square meters. The farthest distance is under the big tree in the yard.
Life started to become very regular.
Go to bed on time at ten o'clock in the evening, get up on time at six o'clock during the day, run to the yard and practice Hongquan for a while, sweat profusely, rest for a while, then go back to the house to have breakfast with An Xiao.
After breakfast, An Xiao went to work, while Zhou Yang went to the music room of the villa alone, immersed in the instruments and melodies, unable to extricate himself.
The evening clouds gradually dispersed, and the street lights turned on.
"An Xiao, I made it. Listen to it. This is the "Wedding March". It is romantic, warm, holy and solemn..."
After Zhou Yang saw An Xiao coming over, he handed the score to An Xiao, and then chatted lively with Zhou Yang about "The Wedding March."
An Xiao took the score, looked at the melody inside, and felt extremely excited when she heard Zhou Yang's confident look when he talked about "Wedding March".
Her lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just watched quietly as Zhou Yang continued to talk about some professional terms. Although she didn't understand much, seeing Zhou Yang's happy face, she was also happy for him.
But there was no surprise.
As long as he wants to do it, he can definitely do it.
She has always believed this.
Then, she couldn't help but think about what happened in the past two days, and she felt distressed again, and she wanted to hug Zhou Yang.
In the past two days, she had very little communication with Zhou Yang. Even when they sat across from each other during meals, Zhou Yang sat alone, his brows always furrowed and thinking.
She was not very good at things like music. At most, she could understand and listen. She couldn't help Zhou Yang much. Looking at Zhou Yang's appearance, she felt more powerless.
An Xiao's eyes when looking at Zhou Yang were still calm, but they became gentler.
She found that Zhou Yang was really happy. It was a feeling of happiness that radiated from deep inside. When he spoke, he could be described as beaming. An Xiao had known Zhou Yang for such a long time and had never found Zhou Yang to be so happy.
.
"Sorry, I lost my temper a little."
After talking nonstop for a few minutes, Zhou Yang realized that he was a little abrupt, and then he coughed slightly in embarrassment.
Zhou Yang was indeed very happy.
Although "Wedding March" was completed and filled in according to the sounds in my memory, it is completely different from other music.
The previous music, even the so-called saxophone song "Going Home", was at most filled in better by myself with the help of Kenneth. To put it bluntly, it was simple plagiarism and so-called simple creation.
He simply did not understand the music of "Going Home" and the "classic" feel of this music like Kenneth did.
I just think the melody is very nice and I miss it, that's all...
On the sofa that day...
He had a dream about a wedding!
That dream gave him an enlightenment, and he had an unprecedented understanding of music.
He was able to understand the meaning of each melody in "The Wedding March". Surrounded by the melody, beautiful pictures emerged in his mind. In the end, he had hallucinations when he was composing. Those notes
It seemed like it was alive, dancing around him, and his emotions and his soul seemed to be dancing with it, looking for the most suitable rhythm...
He saw the sacred temple...
I saw the newlyweds taking an extremely solemn oath after entering the venue...
I saw the girl holding her father's hand, walking step by step towards the boy in the distance, and hugged each other under the sacred oath of the witness.
He heard applause, blessings, but also uncontrollable cries of excitement...
…
After these scenes passed, he picked up the first draft of "Wedding March" and added "Wedding March". After completing the supplements, he wrote "Dream Wedding" together, and it was so smooth...
…
"It's okay, wait, there's more than one song?"
In the hall, An Xiao looked at the piano music "Dream Wedding" in astonishment.
"Well..." Zhou Yang nodded.
"Can you play it for me?"
"good!"
The two walked into the music room, and she found that the music room was extremely messy. The messy manuscripts were piled up in the room, piled everywhere, and each manuscript had densely written things...
But Zhou Yang didn't seem to see these things, he just sat on the piano bench, and then...
Closed his eyes.
An Xiao found that the moment Zhou Yang touched the piano, his whole person became extremely sacred, so sacred that she dared not even breathe out, instinctively feeling a sense of awe.
Under the soft light, the melody of "Dream Wedding" sounded.
It is beautiful, and the beginning is also extremely cheerful. It is immersed in the beautiful world, which makes people happy physically and mentally. However, unlike "Wedding March", it does not use a joyful rhythm to induce sanctity and solemnity, but instead has a trace of indifference.
The sad mood is like a dream, as if there is a person standing next to me, whispering to myself, telling myself a story about love that is not available...
She actually heard the pain.
And the emotions actually swirled with this pain, gradually turning into a kind of deep affection...
"Wedding March" is about walking into the wedding hall with your beloved, but "Dream Wedding" is more like standing in the corner, watching your beloved and others enter the sacred hall, and finally in despair
In it, I fantasize about all the beauties of the past and all the longings of the past.
Zhou Yang closed his eyes and played immersively.
This is a very magical state. Even though you can't see the keys clearly, you can feel the position of each key very skillfully, and you can even feel what kind of sound each key will produce and what kind of melody it will form.
…
After playing "The Wedding March", he did not open his eyes or let go of the keys. Instead, he started playing some inexplicable melodies again.
His understanding of music seems to have deepened.
Somehow, since that coma, he began an incredible transformation, learning things very quickly, and understanding things very quickly, especially some artistic things.
The "love theme" that he had never understood before seemed to gradually become clear to him. The image in his mind when he first met An Xiao became clearer and clearer, and became more and more beautiful...
Then!
Unable to help himself, he began to use these inexplicable melodies to express the picture in his heart.
When I first met An Xiao, she was young and had low self-esteem, and was anxious and uneasy...
It was as if the rootless duckweed had flowed into an abyss and was about to sink at any moment, but was finally placed on the most fertile land and nourished...
Later, I was inexplicably trusted. This trust was very heavy, and gradually turned into a burden, and then it weighed on myself, as if it was about to collapse at any time, but in the end I persisted.
The flame is burning, the wind is blowing, and the rain is pouring. At its darkest moment, it turns into a little spark alone in the wilderness, which can only become clear in the darkness, but will be extinguished at any time.
Among the sparks, there are faces and voices...
The inexplicable melody became low, like a violin playing, carrying hesitation, confiding and uneasiness...
Just when the melody gradually progressed to a deeper level and reached its peak, Zhou Yang somehow played a wrong note. After that note, Zhou Yang's feeling of immersion completely disappeared...
The picture completely collapsed and everything came to an abrupt end...
He opened his eyes, feeling completely calm. He stared at the piano with a sense of loss. After being stunned for a long time, he revealed a wry smile.
"All right!"
He turned his head and found An Xiao looking at him silently. Although he tried hard to maintain his calmness, his eyes were sparkling and his chest was trembling slightly.
When she saw Zhou Yang looking at her, she did not hide or avoid it as usual, but pursed her lips: "What is the piece of music after "Dream Wedding"?"
"Ah... I played it impromptu." Zhou Yang hesitated for a moment, stood up, and said this sentence in a very complicated voice.
In fact...
It was indeed improvised. After thinking of some scenes, his fingers played uncontrollably, as if he was telling a story about encounters through music. But after playing, when he seriously thought about what he was playing, he suddenly
It's too late to give an answer.
"It feels very heavy..."
An Xiao tried hard to smile, but she couldn't.
"Well, it seems like..."
Zhou Yang continued to sit back on the chair. After writing out a piece of music, he nodded subconsciously.
"What's next?"
"I don't know, my mind is terribly empty, as if it's been blocked..." When Zhou Yang wanted to immerse himself in that state again, he found that he couldn't immerse himself in that state, and he was very tired, as if he would faint at any time.
, in the end he had no choice but to give up.
An Xiao didn't speak. After seeing Zhou Yang's face turned very pale, he looked elsewhere unconsciously.
She thought of Zhou Yang's appearance when he was lying on the sofa, and various past experiences with Zhou Yang. Finally, the melody that Zhou Yang had played inexplicably just came to mind. Those melody reminded her of herself.
The scene when I first met Zhou Yang...
Youthful, timid, hard-working, paranoid...
But talented.
Zhou Yang looked at An Xiao's condition and seemed to be in a strange state. He stood up and took the napkin and wanted to hand it to An Xiao.
But An Xiao turned his head and laughed.
"Do you want to confess to me again?"
"ah?"
"I said, do you want to confess your love to me again?"
Zhou Yang had never seen An Xiao smile like this.
As gentle as the beautiful and warm sunshine in spring...
The snow melts and spring flowers bloom.
"An Xiao, will you be my girlfriend? I will treat you well all my life..."
Zhou Yang was shocked, but finally realized what was happening and said these words.
Then……
When he saw An Xiao nodded, he smiled even more happily.