The elegant sound of the flute came from the outskirts of the city, and passers-by told the general that there once was a woman here who had been waiting for her beloved to return...

When he set foot on a familiar land again, his inner feelings were so complicated, as if everything had returned to the time when he was envious of others...

He searched for her traces in this dilapidated lonely city, but could not find her. The rain from the sky fell one after another...

"Listen to youth, usher in laughter, and envy many people. The annals of history are gentle and unwilling, and the writing is too slow. Fireworks are easy to get cold, and people are easy to do. But you are asking, am I still serious?"

"Thousands of years later, after many lifetimes of deep love, who else is waiting? How could it not be true in the history of Qing Dynasty? Wei Shu Luoyang City, if you are following me, I passed through the door in my previous life, followed the world of mortals, followed me, and wandered all my life!

He believed she had been waiting for him...

The old man in Gucheng told him that she had always been alone...until the day she died...

Thousands of years later, history will be written, recording such a relationship. If you are still waiting, it will be reincarnated for thousands of generations.

Meditating on Jialan, missing the rain, the sadness of waiting, and the helplessness of the ever-changing emotional world, a poignant and poetic sentimentality.

Listen to the sound of the shepherd boy's flute, hear the solitary village and the wild city. Feel that the fireworks are easy to get cold, sigh, and people and things are easy to separate. Wait, the tears do not return to people, wait, reincarnation is born. Forever, hope to be a king, eternal, so it will happen in vain...

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Shao Xuxian followed Bi Xia's words and recited silently in his heart. Before he saw the music, this very picture-like word was imprinted in his mind, and he fell into the world of the hero and heroine in the word. His tears washed away a helpless hurt.

Enduring the torture of time and waiting for the annual rings, I still believe that fate is destined for this life. I can only say that love is too deep and love is too true.

It’s just this kind of words, just this kind of song, which spans thousands of years and transcends the boundaries of time and space. It is displayed in front of the world. "Okay!" Shao Xuxian shouted, "Hurry up and fill in the music, Bi Xia, I have to listen to it, right away..."

When Bi Xia saw this, he smiled faintly and didn't think anything of it. This was the true temperament of a musician. The music world needs such people, and Bi Xia was also moved emotionally by him.

Bi Xia lowered his voice, with a hint of hoarseness, and his voice was distant and plaintive, like weeping and complaining, telling the story of a thousand-year love.

"Fate takes root and we, Jialan Temple, listen to the sound of rain and look forward to it forever!"

Bi Xia's voice condition is better than that of the original singer Zhou Tianwang, and his breath is fuller. When he sang this love song that spans time and space with a slightly frosted voice. In the small recording studio, Shao Xuxian and his

The assistants were stunned, and unconsciously felt very blocked in their hearts. An indescribable emotion was fermenting in their hearts, and their noses were sour. They were all moved by this song. There are not many songs that can move people to tears nowadays.

This song seems particularly precious.

After a long time, Shao Xuxian raised his head. He looked at Bi Xia with burning eyes, held his hands tightly, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Bi Xia..."

Bi Xia was shocked by Shao Xuxian. It was the first time for him to be stared at so eagerly by a man, and he instantly felt goosebumps all over his body. They were just good friends, not gay friends. "If you have something to say, what are you doing?

So hesitant." Bi Xia folded his hands in front of his chest and said with a defensive look.

"What's your expression?" Shao Xuxian also realized that something was wrong, but when he saw Bi Xia's look of guarding against fire, theft, and perverts, he became angry, "I want to ask you if you can sell this song to me?"

"After saying that, Shao Xuxian also felt that his request might be a bit too much, and he had a look of shame on his face.

Bi Xia is not just a simple producer or songwriter, he is also a singer, a well-known singer. Songs like this have been rare in several years. If he doesn't keep it for himself and sells it, I don't think the singer would have the original intention.

"That's it..." Bi Xia was stunned when he heard this. He liked this song "Fireworks Easily Cold" very much. The original singer of this song in his memory, Zhou Tianwang, won the "2010 Beijing Pop Music Ceremony" for this song.

Golden Melody Award. In addition, this song was selected into the school textbook by a high school, which shows how exciting it is.

There are only a few "Chinese-style" songs that can be compared with them. One song is one less, but Shao Xuxian is different from others. He is the son of director Shao Dengyi, and he and Bi Xia are brothers, and

The two of them also had similar aspirations, so Bi Xia didn't want to disappoint Shao Xuxian, so he treated it as a meeting gift for his senior brother.

"Okay!" Bi Xia nodded.

"Really?!" Shao Xuxian didn't believe it at first, but after seeing Bi Xia smile and nod, he hugged Bi Xia fiercely and slapped his back hard, "That's great, thank you so much, Bi Xia!"

"Okay, don't get excited, let's record this song while we are so interested today." Fortunately, Bi Xia is very strong. If ordinary people let Shao Xuxian be photographed like this, they would probably be photographed badly.

This song was written by Bi Xia, so the producer Bi Xia is also the most authoritative. He proposed to produce this song, and Shao Xuxian naturally would not disagree.

Bi Xia put a lot of thought into the production of "Fireworks Easily Cold". He made many attempts on the arrangement, including guzheng, flute, piano, guitar, Tao Yun and other instruments, trying to create the best combination.

It fits the soundtrack of this song.

Shao Xuxian was also actively helping Bi Xia. Both of them were very talented in music, which also accelerated Bi Xia's progress. During this process, Shao Xuxian unconsciously developed a feeling of admiration for Bi Xia.

This guy is simply a monster.

He was proficient in almost all the instruments in the recording studio. Shao Xuxian and his assistant looked at Bi Xia in great surprise. This was the most incredible thing they had ever seen.

Bi Xia also gradually learned these instruments when he studied with Teacher Sanbao last year. In fact, he is not proficient in them all. It is just that he knows these instruments very well and knows which sound characteristics he wants. Therefore, he seems to be very talented when trying them.

Just extremely knowledgeable.

After the soundtrack, naturally came the recording. This was Bi Xia's first time recording for someone else. He wore a headset, listened to the background music coming from the headset, and looked at Shao Xuxian who was well prepared in the recording studio.

"Wait a minute!" Bi Xia suddenly interrupted Shao Xuxian who was singing passionately in the recording studio.

Shao Xuxian hurriedly stopped singing and looked at Bi Xia with a hint of embarrassment. When working, Bi Xia always exudes a faint majesty. This majesty is not exuded from the loudness of his voice or the serious expression on his face, but from a

A quality that is serious, professional and meticulous, which makes people unable to help but feel a sense of awe.

"If you let me wait a little longer, history will turn around... Try using a falsetto when singing this line. You don't need to raise your voice, lower it, just use a falsetto." Bi Xia said.

"Um"

…

"The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots. This sentence needs to be brought up and the difference in key is reflected, so that there will be a sense of contradiction!" Bi Xia interrupted again and said.

"Um"

“Do it again”

"good!"

…

The two of them recorded the song over and over intermittently. During this time, they had almost chewed this song to death by turning it over and over again.
Chapter completed!