Chapter 229 Fireworks get cold easily

Author: Meow and Aow

Chapter 229 Fireworks get cold easily

The month of November was spent amidst the expectations and quarrels among netizens.

Various short video grannies and self-media took this opportunity to gain enough popularity.

As a result, when surfing the Internet, even many passers-by who usually do not pay attention to singers, songwriters and other information know that there is a chart competition in December that is commonly known as the War of the Gods in the music industry.

So, starting at nearly 12 o'clock on the night of November 30th, the music association's new song list had the highest traffic ever.

Many people even set alarm clocks specifically for fear that they would miss it and not be able to hear the new songs as soon as possible.

Until November is completely forgotten, December comes, and after countless people refresh it, the new song list lists a series of new songs.

"who!"

"rare"

"I need to"

"Fireworks Easily Cold"

"This is not the result I want"

…

As the official website of China.

The music association’s page is clean and concise, there are never any pop-up advertisements, and all new songs are basically treated equally.

There is no information about the singer or creator on the homepage, but among the rows of song titles, many people caught the most special one right away - Fireworks Easily Cold.

Chinese-style song titles are always incompatible with other songs and are particularly eye-catching.

That's it.

Without much hesitation, everyone directly selected this song to listen to.

However, the guitar sound in the intro made many people stunned.

Huh?

This orchestration doesn’t look like Chinese style!

Was it a mistake?

While everyone was thinking this, a cold and handsome male voice with a hint of loneliness sounded in everyone's ears:

"The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world."

"The dream is cold and I have a lot of love debts in my life."

"..."

Their original doubts were immediately thrown away, and the magnetic voice directly led them into a world full of Zen and vicissitudes of life.

After dinner, Xiao Zhengchuan became obsessed with studying an ancient book. When he came to his senses, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

He immediately closed his book and wrote calligraphy, preparing to wash up and go to bed.

However, when he passed by his daughter's room, he saw lights inside through the window. Xiao Zhengchuan frowned slightly with dissatisfaction and approached, ready to remind his daughter to go to bed early.

However, at this moment, a lonely and distant singing voice attracted his attention for a moment.

It made his mind involuntarily recall the story he had just read in the ancient books.

He seemed to see, in that gray and desolate time, through the lonely bells and the deserted courtyard, a nun in monk's robes, alone among the ancient Buddhas in the green lantern, chanting sutras and praying day after day.

For a promise, she waited through life and death, even if her face gradually withered, even if time changed, she waited year after year.

"Whose soul will be broken if the layers of the pagoda are broken?"

"The pain went straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp collapsed"

"..."

Perhaps it was uttered in the silent night. The young male voice had a sense of etherealness, and seemed like a bystander, telling people a story with a far-reaching artistic conception.

But if you taste it carefully, you can feel the cool Zen feeling behind the singer's voice after experiencing great sorrow and joy.

There seems to be a man with sparse features looking at you like the moonlight. Although he is taciturn and silent, the emotions contained in his eyes are always surging, restrained and resentful.

Xiao Zhengchuan had already seen that in the dilapidated city, a thin and weathered man came in a hurry. He passed through the dilapidated home where everything was different, and came to the collapsed ancient temple gate. On the dilapidated door plaque

Then, with slight hesitation, he clicked the mottled door knocker a few times.

He never saw anyone thinking about him day and night. Only an old woman told him that there was someone who had been waiting stupidly.

"It rains heavily in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep"

"I hear you are always alone"

"..."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhengchuan had a vague feeling that it was raining outside. It was not a continuous drizzle, but a stagnant feeling of time falling.

The raindrops fell on the empty stone streets, and the echoes they made were filled with regret and desolation. It was also a kind of chaos caused by the impermanence of the world and the broken mountains and rivers, or the eternal desolation after the prosperity of a city.

It was like the state he had been holding the ancient book in his hands before.

Together with this singer, he came here through time and space with a lonely and distant soul.

I saw an ancient city, an ancient temple, old trees with tangled roots, and overgrown weeds. With a creaking sound, the faded wooden door was opened, and the story was told, and then a feeling of sadness grew in my heart.

He let out a deep sigh.

Sighing on human affairs is just like fireworks, easily cold and easy to separate.

“Listening to the laughter that welcomes youth makes many people envious.”

"The annals of history are too gentle and unwilling to write down"

"Fireworks are easy to cool and people are easy to separate"

"..."

Xiao Zhengchuan separated his emotions from the story he had seen before, but tasted a different flavor from the lyrics the second time.

As a literati who loves ancient books, I especially like to savor the joys and sorrows in history.

He really understands the sentiment of "the writing is too harsh".

History books read like cold words, and there is a thrill behind each paragraph. Only by understanding it carefully and digging slowly can we deduce one or two points of the past.

As a bystander, he naturally cannot empathize with it, but he is still often fascinated by the majesty and brilliance of it.

Maybe just like this song, even if the sea changes, even if things and people change, some feelings and some spirits will always be passed down.

Make every onlooker moved.

"Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity."

After listening to a song, Xiao Zhengchuan, who was originally a little sleepy, no longer felt sleepy at all.

He thought for a while and knocked on his daughter's door.

Xiao Chengyue, who had just listened to her idol's song and felt filled with sadness and depression, immediately came to her senses.

I was too anxious to listen to music just now and didn't wear headphones.

She hurriedly said: "Dad, I'm going to sleep right away!"

Xiao Zhengchuan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh a little: "Then before you go to bed, can you tell me the name of this song?"

"This song?" Xiao Chengyue was stunned, and immediately jumped up from the bed in surprise, walked quickly to the door and opened it: "Dad, do you think this song is good too?"

"Well, it sounds pretty good. The lyricist is very good at writing lyrics!" Xiao Zhengchuan asked, "What's the name of this song?"

"Fireworks get cold easily!" Xiao Chengyue said in a boastful tone: "My idol Jing Luo wrote it. How do you think it is? Isn't it awesome?"

Although Xiao Zhengchuan appreciated this song, out of his father's instinct, he still didn't like his daughter showing off other men in front of him, so he couldn't help but asked: "Do you know what story your idol's song is based on?"

Did you write it?"

Xiao Chengyue was stunned for a moment: "Ah? Is there any prototype of the story told in this song?"

"It seems like you usually don't read too much!" Xiao Zhengchuan showed an expression of hatred: "You don't even know the source of your idol's songs, what kind of fan are you?"

Xiao Chengyue was stunned for a second, and then looked at her father with an expression like looking at a strange animal: "Dad, you can't tell! Are you also a little drop of water?"

Xiao Zhengchuan rolled his eyes: "What a small drop of water, I am still a lake."

"Then how do you know what story this song is about?" Xiao Chengyue asked.

"Of course I heard it." Xiao Zhengchuan said, and said a little impatiently: "You star-chasers are just chasing stars and don't study hard."

After saying that, he didn't wait for his daughter to continue asking, and waved her back to the room to sleep: "Go to bed early, we have classes tomorrow."

Xiao Chengyue didn't take it seriously when she saw this. She just secretly took out her mobile phone and said, "Forget it if you don't tell me. I'll check it myself."

Not to mention this night, how many people stayed up all night trying to explore the story behind this song.
To be continued...