Chapter 136 The Most Precious Place of Dreams
It was a voice with the boy's personal coldness. Compared with the original sound of the song, it lacked the vicissitudes of life, but it had a little more youthful atmosphere that only teenagers have.
The song Wang Ling played and sang was a cover of "Old Boy" by a group called "Chopstick Brothers" from another world line.
This song depicts the confusion of not being able to express one's feelings to the girl one loves deeply and being afraid of being rejected. It shows a feeling that youth is gone and things have changed.
Wang Ling likes this song very much.
Wang Ling remembers that when he first fell in love, he once liked a girl. However, due to his own reasons, Wang Ling did not speak until the year of graduation.
He was afraid that he would hurt the other person.
At this moment, Wang Ling was holding a guitar, standing in this shabby little restaurant and singing "Old Boy", with a different kind of emotion in it. As soon as the voice started, both Mr. Tan and Tang Youning were intoxicated...
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That's the person I miss and love deeply day and night
How should I express it
Will she accept me
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Maybe I will never say that to her
I am destined to wander around the world
How can I have any worries
Dreams are always out of reach
Should I give up
Flowers bloom and fall and it's rainy season again
Where are you, spring
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Youth is like a rushing river
It's gone and never comes back, no time to say goodbye
Only numb me
No more passion back then!
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Look at the flowers floating all over the sky
Withering at the most beautiful moment
Who will remember that it has been in this world...
This is the A section of the song, but Wang Ling only sang here and put down the guitar. Mr. Tan was completely stunned - there is such a thing! ?
While Wang Ling was playing and singing, Mr. Tan also checked the lyrics and found that there was no relevant search record on the Internet. This is enough to prove that this is an original song!
This is just a high school boy, who can write such a touching song full of youthful atmosphere...
At this moment, after Wang Ling finished playing and singing, both the forum owner and Tang Youning felt inexplicably moved.
I suddenly felt that this boy had a lot of stories!
This is a song they have never heard before. Just listening to a small part of the melody, there is a feeling of being addicted!
The forum owner felt that he had been completely attracted by this boy. This is probably the legendary ancestor's gift, right?
Wang Ling: "..."
Only Wang Ling himself knew that this was not a gift from the ancestor at all...He did not produce music, he was just a porter of music!
Putting the young man's guitar back to its original position, Wang Ling silently returned to his seat and ate noodles. His calm attitude seemed to have only done a very small thing, but it brought an irresistible shock to Tang Youning's heart.
...Who is this person?
Tang Youning was shocked, his head hung, feeling completely defeated... In order to learn music, he had given up everything, secretly used a sum of the family's demolition money behind his parents' backs, and gave all the money to a vocal teacher. The demolition money was originally reserved for him to marry a wife. Later, the matter was exposed, and his family cut off all his living expenses. And Tang Youning officially became a wandering singer.
It seems that he is really not cut out for this...
If he had listened to his parents' advice and not touched the demolition money, maybe he would have a happy wife now. Living in a brand new house, maybe he could even play with his children... Find a stable life and live a stable life.
For the first time, Tang Youning felt that his life was a mistake.
Should he continue?
After listening to Wang Ling's singing, Tang Youning began to question himself.
"How much money can a wandering singer like you make in a day?" Wang's father asked.
Tang Youning's arrogance of having learned formal music theory has completely disappeared. He scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed: "It depends on the situation... Sometimes it rains and I can't make much money. I sing everywhere, just hoping that people can appreciate me because of my music, not pity me."
"..." There was a silence in the store.
Tang Youning touched his guitar, his eyes moistened: "I thought that with my strength, it would be no problem to pass the audition... Now, I only have this left."
"Do you plan to continue on this road?" Wang's father asked again.
Tang Youning shook his head: "I don't know."
"I don't know, but I still want to."
Wang's father raised his eyebrows and felt that this young man was quite persistent. If it were an ordinary person, he would have given up resistance under his poisonous tongue attack, and these people often couldn't accomplish anything great... and the hesitation just showed that the young man didn't want to give up easily.
"What do you think of my son's song just now?"
"That song is really nice!"
Tang Youning was a little excited, but also a little disappointed: "Maybe I will never be able to write this song in my lifetime..."
"Have you ever thought that the failure of the audition might be due to the song selection?" Father Wang asked again.
Wang Ling sat in his seat and raised his eyebrows slightly. He already felt that Wang's father's attitude towards the young man was a little different. From being venomous to being enlightening. Wang's father was originally a storyteller. He had always been very good at controlling the topic and his ability to guide was also first-class... Wang Ling had witnessed with his own eyes that Wang's father guided more than 90% of a group of 2,000 pirated book friends to read the genuine version again.
Tang Youning blinked and looked at Wang's father: "What do you mean by teacher?"
"Don't call me teacher, it sounds awkward. Just call me uncle." Wang's father waved his hand: "What I mean is, if you don't dislike my son's song, how about I sell it to you?"
Tang Youning stood up in an instant: "Uncle... You said, you want to sell this song to me?"
But soon, Tang Youning showed a bitter and resentful expression: "But, uncle... I don't have money."
These days, an original work of excellent quality is really rare! Tang Youning felt that with Wang Ling's song, he could sell the copyright for a sky-high price if he submitted it to any record company!
Dad Wang quietly lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth: "How much money do you have on you?"
Tang Youning searched all his pockets, and the loose change and coins together were exactly thirty-three yuan and seventy cents...
Tang Youning was anxious, looked at Dad Wang, gritted his teeth, then hugged his guitar tightly, kissed it hard, and handed it to Dad Wang: "Uncle...if you don't mind..."
"I do." Dad Wang rolled his eyes bluntly.
Boss Tan was speechless: "..." This is too straightforward!
Dad Wang: "Why do I need your guitar? Can you eat this guitar? This thing is your life and property, right? How can you walk in the rivers and lakes without a thing?"
After that, Dad Wang turned his eyes to the boss: "Boss Tan, do you have paper and pen?"
Boss Tan nodded: "Yes!"
Dad Wang has always had a good memory and knows some music theory. So after Wang Ling sang it once, Wang's father had basically memorized the lyrics and melody. Even if there were omissions, Wang Ling would supplement them with telepathy...
He quickly wrote down the lyrics of "Old Boy" on paper, and then wrote a simple score by hand, capped the pen, and did a series of actions smoothly!
Finally, Wang's father handed the paper to Tang Youning: "The most valuable thing about dreams is that no matter how big the setbacks are... they can be recast!"
Tang Youning held the paper, his hands were shaking.
Father Wang exhaled a long puff of smoke, shook off the ash, stood up, grabbed the thirty-three yuan and seventy cents on the table, and then stuffed it into the hands of the owner of the restaurant: "Two bowls of beef noodles, a total of thirty yuan, no need to change the extra money."
After that, the two fathers and sons and Erha left the store directly, leaving the owner of the restaurant with thirty-three yuan and seventy cents in his hand, looking messy...
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After teleporting home with Father Wang and Erha, Wang Ling saw Father Wang leaning on the sofa and sighing with relief: "Your mother maxed out my salary card, we have to save money these days!"
Wang Ling: "..."
Father Wang looked at Wang Ling seriously and taught him earnestly: "Look, today I used a little wisdom to save the money for two bowls of beef noodles! Do you know what it means to be thrifty? This is it!"
Wang Ling: "..."