LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 10 Love Song 1980
Opposite her
Short hair like me
Like me, I don’t like to talk.
It's just that her eyes are bigger than mine
My grades are worse than hers
Opposite her
Short hair like me
Like me, I don’t like to talk.
Yu Dongqing could tell that it was a song called "Her and Me" that he wrote when he was playing in a band in college. Now it sounds a bit childish and immature, but he plays the guitar really well.
It turns out that Zhang Yang was the bass player in the band, and his guitar skills were certainly not bad. He also opened a music store and kept practicing his skills over the years.
After finishing the song, Zhang Yang handed the guitar to Du Hui: "You sing!"
"I don't dare play the guitar in front of you and play the guitar in front of you. Can I sing a few words?" Du Hui said with a smile.
"Okay, you sing, and my buddy will accompany you!"
Du Hui was not polite, took a sip of beer and hummed softly, it was a ditty:
I want to read many, many books with you
Let’s explore novels, prose, poetry and drama together
Have afternoon tea together
Looking into your bright eyes full of tenderness
Walking together in the spring afternoon
Together. La la la.
"Sorry, I forgot the words."
Du Hui smiled and continued.
This is also a song written by their band!
"Summer"!
However, this matter is obviously much more mature in the later stage than in the early stage.
Du Hui's original voice was pretty good, with a full mid-range. He was the second lead singer in the original band, and he mainly played keyboards. Over the years, his voice has obviously deteriorated and many of the lyrics have been forgotten. But everyone was just playing and having fun.
After Du Hui finished singing, Liu Yimin saw Zhang Yang looking at him and waved his hands quickly: "You know I'm just a drummer, singing is none of my business."
After hearing this, Zhang Yang let Liu Yimin go and looked at Yu Dongqing: "Dongqing, you come here too, we are just friends just having fun."
It was obvious that Zhang Yang was a little worried about Yu Dongqing's hoarse voice.
Yu Dongqing smiled and took the guitar.
The stimulation of alcohol made him want to roar.
"Brother, I just sang two songs for girls, and I'll write another one today!" After that, he plucked the strings lightly, and after the prelude, he started singing.
you once said to me
you love me forever
I understand love
but always what
Girl, don't cry
We are still together
Today's joy will be tomorrow's eternal memory
Luo Dayou's "Love Song 1980"!
When the other three people heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up:
What a song!
"Holly, new song? Did you write it?" Liu Yimin refrained from asking.
Yu Dongqing nodded and continued singing.
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Today's joy will be tomorrow's eternal memory
The rhythm is simple and lively, and the melody is catchy, especially Yu Dongqing's broken gong voice, which gives it a unique taste when singing.
As Liu Yimin and the others listened, they couldn't help but hum along with the rhythm.
After Yu Dongqing finished singing, Zhang Yang couldn't help but said: "Brother, what's the name of this song?"
"Love Song 1980"
"Why is it Love Song 1980 and not 2020?" Zhang Yang was a little confused.
"Do you think there is still such love now?!" Yu Dongqing asked.
"High!" Zhang Yang raised his thumb: "Hurry up and write down the lyrics, and I'll sing too!"
Yu Dongqing had no choice but to find a pen and paper, write down the lyrics and compose the music in a few strokes, and the four of them tapped their chopsticks and sang to the beat:
You do not belong to me
I don't own you either
Girl, no one in the world has the right to possess her
maybe we break up
Just don't look back
At least you don't have to weave some beautiful excuses
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Several men sang loudly in the courtyard, which soon alerted the guests in the bar and everyone ran to the backyard.
The Ladybird Band also stopped singing. The lead singer Zhang Wei looked at his somewhat bewildered companions and motioned for everyone to follow them.
Zhang Wei came to the backyard and saw four men with their sleeves rolled up, tapping their chopsticks and singing an unknown song. The man in the middle wearing big pants was playing and singing while holding a guitar. His broken gong voice was particularly eye-catching.
"Who is he?" his companion asked quietly.
Zhang Wei looked at it carefully for a while and suddenly remembered something: "His name seems to be Yu Dongqing. He once wrote songs and was a singer many years ago. Then his voice broke and he disappeared quickly. Now he seems to be a music editor in the music department of a company." But he is also very mediocre, and some people say he has exhausted his talents."
"Is your talent exhausted? But this song is so well written! And with his broken voice, it's a perfect match for him to sing this song!"
"I don't know about that." Zhang Wei shook his head.
The companion listened for a while and suddenly said: "Hey, what do you think we should sing this song then?"
"You said it was at the Midi Music Festival?" Zhang Wei reacted.
"Yes, we haven't been able to find suitable songs, and this one is the best!" said my companion.
Although the Ladybirds mainly sing songs written by themselves, they do not exclude singing other people's songs, especially very good songs.
This is the first time for the Ladybirds to participate in the Midi Music Festival, so naturally they want to make a name for themselves.
"What you said makes sense!" Zhang Wei suddenly became excited.
"But, are they willing?" The companion became worried again.
"We pay."
After a few people finished singing, Zhang Wei walked over and asked respectfully: Hello, Teacher Yu, we are the Ladybird Band. I really like the song you just sang and want to sing it at the Midi Concert. As for getting paid for the songs, you said. "
"No." Yu Dongqing said without looking back.
Zhang Wei didn't expect Yu Dongqing to refuse so straightforwardly, and was a little surprised. He said a few good words, but Zhang Yang next to him became impatient.
"I mean, buddy, you are so thick-faced? I told you that I am not willing to give it to you, so why are you so nagging? You hurry up and don't delay us drinking and singing!"
After saying that, he said to Yu Dongqing: "Dongqing, the guitar is playing! I haven't had enough of this yet!"
Then the singing of several old men sounded again in the yard.
Zhang Wei suddenly felt extremely embarrassed. He wanted to leave but was really reluctant to part with the song. In the end, Liu Yimin winked at him and he left sadly.
This was just a small episode. Everyone continued drinking and singing until ten o'clock in the evening when they dispersed. Liu Yimin went to the door to see them off, Zhang Yang was driving his BMW 5 Series, Du Hui was driving an Audi A4, but he saw Yu Dongqing riding on the pedal!
"You didn't drive?" Du Hui asked in surprise.
"This is a convenient ride, unlike you who have to find a driver. Bye, let's go!"
As Yu Dongqing stepped on the accelerator, thick smoke burst out from behind the small pedal and disappeared in a flash.
"Hey, brothers, have you noticed that Yu Dongqing seems to be a different person today, not as taciturn as before." Du Hui said to the other two people.
"Yes. It seems that Mingrui is about to get over her death from illness. Did she have a second spring after meeting that girl?!" Liu Yimin said.
"It makes sense!" Du Hui also joined in: "For men like us, only the bodies of young girls can ignite the passion for life."
"Damn it. As expected on the Internet, you are professors during the day and beasts at night!" Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing and scolding.
Du Hui was not annoyed and laughed.
He teaches in a serious school, and can only take off his mask completely when he is drunk in front of a group of buddies.
I was shocked to hear that the famous Hong Kong musician Mr. Koo Ka-fai passed away yesterday. I express my deepest condolences. Gu Jiahui and lyricist Huang Zhan can be called a golden partner. The two are called the "Hui Huang Combination" and now the two old people meet in heaven. People fly like flowers, and clouds are like short songs.