Chapter 185 Confessions of a Music Critic

  Beijing, a rather sophisticated private piano room.

  Outside the window, the red leaves are brilliant, indoors, sandalwood curls. A woman stood in front of the zither, with her hands on the guzheng in front of her, and she concentrated for a while.

  If some people are here, you can immediately hear that what the woman is playing at this time is the tune in the second video posted on Weibo, “Piano Makes Me Very Unbeautiful.”

   The first and second paragraphs were all fine and smooth, almost exactly the same as what was shown in the video, not only the sound, but also the movements of the hands! But in the third paragraph that followed, the woman's movements suddenly stopped.

Afterwards, the woman who had been very calm before walked out of the piano room, came to the courtyard of the villa, and threw on a reclining chair placed in the courtyard without any image. Yes, only the word "fall" can describe it. its action.

   "It's stuck here again!"

   "How can his hands be so flexible? This is unscientific!"

The woman frowned slightly, as pale as a distant mountain, and under the distant mountain, her eyes were like autumn water, giving the entire courtyard an indescribable beauty. Fingers crossed, and after that, he was so dazed and dazed.

   It wasn't until the cell phone that had been placed on the side of the rattan chair dinged that she regained her senses.

   is a reminder on Weibo. After picking up the phone, the woman first saw not the new content of the reminder, but the page she stayed on before.

   "Fantastic fingering, this eldest brother must be a master of the Audition Troupe!"

   This is a comment that was newly pinned to the top. The woman saw this, shook her head, and smiled beautifully. The next moment, she still clicked in:

   "Pfft, don't be funny, little pot friend, but you're actually right, the Great God mostly grew up playing Tetris when he was a child."

   "How does it compare to the flying of the bumble bee?"

   "I will only admire three people in my life. One has died and the other has not yet been born. The rest will be left to you. I mean the handsome guy in the video."

   "Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about the great **** marry me? It's not a nympho, but I'm really addicted, I feel like I've been poisoned, blogger, you know what I'm asking! @Piano makes me very unbeautiful"

   "Male God, you are so handsome, I want to give you a monkey! QWQ"

  …

  Various responses.

"Superficial, really superficial!" The woman murmured her opinion. The id that said the monkey was born was very familiar to her, and when she clicked on it, she realized that she had read it right. A young pianist praised by people.

   "Silly woman, what about your modesty and your integrity?"

The    woman shook her head again and watched it for a long while, finally feeling bored.

In fact, Weibo is like this. A "micro" character makes it popular, but it is also this "micro" character, which allows it to only convey information, not to express. Fortunately, there is another thing called long Weibo, even though it is like uncooked rice, is a bit undercooked.

   Click on the red prompt on the Weibo page, jump to the past page, and next, it is a new Weibo that was just released, um, a long Weibo.

  Blogger, Liang Yige, a well-known music critic, can also be said to be quite well-known, at least in the industry circle, and his Weibo followers are 12 million. This is definitely not comparable to the number of fans of some celebrities such as singers and videos, but as a music critic, it can be said that this number of fans is already enough to be called heaven-defying!

   This is actually evident from the fact that women who have never paid much attention to lace have followed his Weibo.

   Half lying on the rattan chair, the woman quietly watched:

   I was dragged out by a friend for a drink last night. He and his wife quarreled. This time, the quarrel was a bit fierce, and they hurt each other. They got drunk after a few drinks. Maybe for a person who wants to get drunk, drinking plain water will also get drunk.

   Drunk and hazy, I was deeply impressed by the two words of this old man who was nearly forty years old. First, she was as gentle as water when she thought about it back then, and second, the days of the dog days.

   Yes, I also sighed with him, these **** days!

   An old man in his 40s took me to drink and talked to me. What does this mean?

   explains three things, one, I am a good person, two, I am popular, and three, am I a trash can? No, no, no, that's not the case, my friends, I'm sure you don't think so either.

  Three, I'm a **** old man too!

  Thinking back then, I was also in full bloom, thinking back then, I was also higher than the sky, thinking back then...

   These dog days!

real.

   I clearly feel that I have just passed through youth, how come I have already entered middle age, no, middle age in the blink of an eye? Where has the time gone?

I am still young, I have always been very young in mentality, friends, this last sentence, I am not trying to praise myself here, but I want to say that it is useless to be young in mentality. In fact, it is not only young in mentality, every time When I looked in the mirror for the second time, I also felt that I was really young.

   To put it directly, I am still handsome.

   As long as I smile, thousands of girls will fall for me. (If you want to vomit, please pay attention to the occasion and pay attention to hygiene.)

but.

  On Weibo, in the circle of friends, and on many occasions in reality, I often see large-scale publicity.

   After Zero Zero!

  The post-00s have all made their debut, how dare I say that I am young as a post-80s?

  No, I really am not young anymore, youth used to belong to me, but now belongs to them. And in another ten or twenty years, it will eventually not belong to them, but belong to another one of them.

   At that time, me, what about us?

   Thinking of this, I was also drunk.

  I am still young, I have always been young mentally, but all the references around me tell me that I am not young anymore.

On the Internet, just after this Weibo post, there will be many people comforting me, "Uncle, you are still young!" There are also often people who send me private messages, "Senior, ask you a question!" In reality, in the community When they were hanging out, some people they knew would say to their children, "Nannan (Mao Dan), say hello to uncle!"

   Uncle!

  Senior!

uncle!

   I smiled, but my heart was bleeding, really.

   These dog days!

   Here to share a word with you, oh, it’s a tune, forgive me, as a layman, many times I can’t tell the difference between a word and a tune. Someone who can tell the difference raises their hands, and I'll take a brick later and break your arms one by one from front to back.

   The song goes like this:

   "The sound of Wuye and the sound of autumn, a little plantain and a little sadness, after the third watch returns to the dream and the third watch.

   The lanterns and chess were not collected, and I sighed that the people of Xinfeng Guguan stayed.

   Ten years on the pillow, the worries of Jiangnan’s two elders all come to mind. "

   Have you heard this song?

People who can read my Weibo, people who will often fall for my talent and wisdom, I never doubt your knowledge, I never doubt your knowledge accumulation, I never doubt your literacy, but I also Believe me, most of you have never heard of this song.

   Because it is not a famous song.

  Really, it doesn't count as excellent. Maybe friends who don't know much about classical poetry will be surprised, this is not badly written?

   is good, but that's all, its sentences, its images, everything about it, all seem familiar, yes, even me, a layman, feels "deja vu".

   But when I saw this piece, I was really touched, so I included it in my lexicon. It is necessary to introduce myself to some new friends here. Although I am a music critic, I would prefer someone to call me Mr. Lyricist.

   Let’s go back to this song, not only I was very emotional when I watched it, I believe that many people who are middle-aged friends will be as emotional as me.

   Indeed, as someone in the Jianghu said, time is a butcher’s knife.

  It will cut the string of the kite and make it difficult for us to float again.

When we were young, we could fly high to the sky, look up to the sky and the earth, be open to the world, guide the sages, and judge the world, but when the thread is cut and put away, we only worry about whether we will be hit by the wind and rain. , will it be broken and withered, will it be trampled on, will it be forgotten and abandoned in a corner where no one cares, will it be…

   The wallet is empty when you need it.

  Bending your waist for five buckets of rice, scheming for rice and grain, working hard for parents, wives and children, this is reality, this is life, this is the reality and life of most people like me and you.

   We are not from a wealthy family. We were just born, and some elders deposited 100 million in the children's growth account opened for them, and then said: "This is the first year's lucky money."

  We are not born talents, we are favored by God, we are destined to lead our peers by an era and a half, and we are destined to be admired and worshipped by all living beings.

   We are not admirers.

   We are just the "everyone in the world".

  Thinking back to that time, I also went out laughing with my head up, how could I be from Penghao, but the reality cut me severely, no, it cut a lot of knives.

  I wanted to be a great composer, like Bach Haydn Schumann-Strauss, but I wrote so many pieces that I couldn't even get excited when I listened to it myself.

I want to be a famous lyricist, yes, like Fang Wenshan, the author of "Blue and White Porcelain", @fangwenshan, but I presented a lot of the words I filled in to a well-known and personally admired senior in the word circle after seeing, He said to me seriously: "lady, your words are quite good. It's good to be a hobby."

You see, the senior is the senior, so insightful, so insightful, he actually said that the word I filled in was "very good", I was proud of it for a long time, and then noticed the following words, "It's good to be a hobby. ."

What's the meaning?

   At that time, my wife gave me a cup of tea. I showed her this sentence. She seemed to be smarter than me. If I didn’t understand, she actually understood, and then laughed. As a big man, I'm embarrassed to show weakness, so until now I don't know what this means, my dear friends, do you know?

   Okay, no kidding.

  This is me, the talented and well-known music critic in your eyes.

   This won't work, that won't work, so what am I supposed to do? After worrying for a long time, I remembered a sentence I saw at some time or anywhere, "If you can't do anything, then be a critic!"

  Look, God is actually very merciful, as the saying goes! Even if you can't do anything, you can still be a critic!

  Hahaha, I raised my head to laugh three times, and then put my pen to work. (seems like something is wrong?)

   Really started the comment line, and I realized that it is not so easy to do.

  You are objective, people say you are impersonal, you are human, others say you are not objective, you are both objective and human, and people say you are schizophrenic. You are a fan, people say you are licking, you are black, people say you are poisonous, you are not a fan, but you are not black, what are people saying you wrote, the focus, where is the focus?

   The center of gravity is that you have to be pink, or black.

   It's not pink or black, who sees it?

   So now, on the rivers and lakes, some people call me a big whitewash, and some people call me a big poisonous snake.

   Actually, this is life.

  I am a handsome gentleman, and the world makes me crazy.

  This time, I'm going to raise my big brush again and start painting frantically. I'll give a preview first, high energy ahead, extreme high energy! Friends who can't bear it, please retreat, retreat quickly!

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   (end of this chapter)