I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    The lady was stunned for a moment, and she thought for a while: "I don't know much about music, but if you use aroma to describe it, it's probably a vague coffee aroma, mixed with rum and The vanilla cream ice cream, as it fades, the fire toasted pine aromas come to the fore."

    "Do you work as a perfumer?" An Yinong couldn't help but praise, "You not only understand fragrance, but also music. Fireplace time, the name of this song."

    She accepted the compliment generously: "It's beautiful, and the name of the song is beautiful."

    Seeing this harmonious scene, the system couldn't bear it, and floated directly in front of An Yinong. An Yinong lowered his head and started the second song.

    "Go home and talk to you." He responded to the system's questions in his heart.

    The system was quiet: "Then you have to compensate me for one more, no, two wolf-toothed potatoes."

    It is a completely different feeling from the previous song. The song is simple and smooth, and the rhythm is brisk, like the refreshing sea breeze blowing through, blowing away the lazy atmosphere created by sweets and fragrant flowers.

    The brisk singing is like a flying bird, and the sound can 'smell' the slight salty taste of the sea, and can 'see' the endless sea.

    They stepped on the soft white sand, leaving a trail of footprints on the sand, and jumped up again to give birth to wings. They follow the waves and soar freely between the sky and the sea.

    The listener is immersed in it, mesmerized.

    "Guess what it's called?"

    An Yinong's voice awakened the audience around. It turned out that this song was over, but the free and carefree singing was still echoing in the minds of the audience, and they couldn't return to their senses for a long time.

    "If you guess right, or wipe the edge, how about I sing a song for him alone?"

    "Really? Just wipe the edge to get a special tune?" The audience was excited, but they knew how well this unremarkable young man sang.

    That voice really makes people's souls sing away. If only I could sing a song for them...

    When they think of that scene, they feel bubbling with beauty.

    "This song is comfortable to listen to, like the bedside song my mother used to sing to me. Could it be Yueer, Xiaobaiyun or something?"

    "I think the wind is quite similar." Even the uncles and aunts joined the discussion.

    "When I listened, I seemed to 'saw' clean white sheets, washed and dried on the balcony. The sun is just right on the balcony, but I would rather lie in the quilt and be surrounded by the clean air With...I guess, 'white shirt'? Or 'clean'?" The young man came up with a more literary title.

    An Yinong shook his head, ignoring all the wrong answers, and turned his head to look at the girl in the red dress at the front.

    The woman in the red dress frowned and pulled out the reminiscent scents from her memory: "Sea salt, the fragrance of duck pear, the refreshing and cleanness of lemon, orange blossom... If it were me, I would be like this What's the name of your perfume? . .

    "Holiday by the sea." An Yinong clapped and said with a smile, "The name of the song."

    The woman showed an unbelievable expression: "Really, really?"

    "Really, so what kind of music do you want to hear?"

    "The seaside holiday, there is nothing more suitable than this." The seriousness on the face of the woman in the red dress can no longer be maintained, she finally smiled, smiling beautifully, "Otherwise you can sing a song , I'll guess."

    An Yinong sang the third song, still a relaxed tune, and the melodious singing was sent far away by the wind.

    "Did the song come from here?" Another pedestrian was attracted and crowded into the crowd.

    The young man whose sleeve was touched glanced back, and then turned to listen to the movement in front of him. He was still holding a skewer in his hand, but he didn't eat any of it, and let it cool down and congeal the grease.

    "How?" Anon stopped plucking the strings.

    "Warm and cozy, sweeter than the first song, like plum candy when it melts slightly..." The woman in the red dress still used a lot of fragrance to describe it, even like a perfume. Middle, middle and back notes.

    "Similar to a bakery?" she guessed.

    "Very close." An Yinong nodded.

    "Dim sum?" she guessed again.

    An Yinong finally smiled: ""Our Afternoon Tea", the name of this song."

    The woman in the red dress combed her hair slowly to hide her gaffe: Before today, she always thought that the story of Boya Ziqi was just a legend.

    "My name is Song Wei, this is my business card. I know some people... If you are interested in making a record, maybe I can help you a little." She handed a business card to An Yi farmers.

    An Yinong accepted the business card and found only the name, contact number and title on it, the department manager of a well-known fashion brand. He just came here to test the acceptance of his voice by the locals, not wanting to attract a big fish.

    "Your song goes well with our brand's perfume." Song Wei's words had other meanings hidden.

    An Yinong's eyes were slightly curved, but he did not reply immediately.

    "Sing one more song and I'll go back."

    He sang the fourth song, which was different from the previous three songs, like refreshing green plum wine.

    "Similar to first love?" Song Wei guessed.

    "Yes, it's called Moonlight."

    "Moonlight? What does this have to do with first love?" Song Wei was a little puzzled.

    "The moon is so beautiful tonight," An Yinong explained, "If one person says this to another person, it means 'I love you.' statement."

    The homophonic stem of the cherry blossom country, of course people here don’t know it.

    After the four songs, An Yinong wanted to withdraw, but he did not expect that more and more people gathered during this period and surrounded him. In the end, even the policemen patrolling here were attracted, thinking it was a fight or something happened.

    The group shouted: "One more song." Then there was a round of applause.

    The audience was so enthusiastic, An Yinong sang another song, this time it was not an original song, but a more classic old song, a rock song. The friends at the scene all hummed along, and they waved their hands. The glowing mobile phone screen on their hands was like a lamp, and suddenly there was a concert atmosphere.

    "One more song! Here's "Wandering the World"!"

    An Yinong was infected by this atmosphere, he stood up and plucked with his fingertips, the warm and fierce music burned the air, and the young friends cheered.

    And then another, and then another. And more and more pedestrians came over after hearing the singing, and he was locked inside three floors and three floors outside.

    "It's really a young and enthusiastic city, everyone gathers to sing, everyone's face is full of happy smiles, wow...Although I didn't see anyone, I heard a lot of singing Feeling of strength, the guitar is also great!" The foreigner with tall nose and deep eyes stood outside the human wall, holding up his mobile phone.

    "That's why I often say that to listen to a song, you must go to the scene, the atmosphere is completely different."

    He asked the person next to him in awkward Chinese: "Is this a famous local singer?"

    The person who was asked took a long time to understand what he was saying: "Oh, it seems that it is a singer who just came here to audition. We often have young singers here."

    "What? Do singers like this happen often? Oh, it's so interesting, you guys are so lucky to hear this kind of music often, and he sings so well."

    An Yinong sang a lot of songs, and finally, his voice was a little dry and he could no longer sing, so he stopped.

    The audience surrounding him was still enthusiastic.

    "How do I get out?" An Yinong held the guitar and wanted to walk. From his point of view, it was either a human head or a mobile phone held high.

    "Cough, thank you for liking, but I really want to go back, everyone should leave. That... Uncle police!" With sharp eyes, he saw the policeman holding a mobile phone in the crowd.

    The police comrade who secretly rubbed and coaxed:…

    "Ah, it's getting late, he has to go back to rest, and he's going to sing badly." The police comrade who put away his mobile phone was upright, and the two joined forces to make a way for the singer .

    "Thank you, Uncle Police." An Yinong pulled the stereo box with one hand, pressed his hat with the other, carried a guitar on his back, and fled the street corner.

    Everyone was watching, and it was not easy for everyone to chase, so they could only watch him go away.

    His back was photographed and posted on the local forum together with the video recorded with his mobile phone at the scene. He was soon discovered by guitar enthusiasts and entered the attention of this circle.

    "Find a folk guitar master, come quickly."

    When the singer was away, the crowd slowly dispersed, talking about this new thing as they walked.

    But the woman in the red dress did not leave, she stood there for a while.

    "Xiao Yuan, I have a video for you, take a look, can it be used as an exclusive bgm for our new 'lazy' series of fragrances?" The woman in the red dress made a phone call, "By the way, check the copyright of those songs."

    She waited for a while when the assistant called.

    "You said that those songs can be found on the song copyright website. The composition and lyrics are all under the same code: yinong? Well, I see."

    There is no doubt that those copyrights belong to him.

    Who would have thought that she would find such a treasure when she walked out because of the publicity of perfume. Those pieces of music fit so well that she instantly understood the excitement of "high mountains and flowing waters meet bosom friends".

    "Maybe this is fate." If that person is willing, she can use her network to find the best arranger teacher, the best band, and push him out.

    "That's right." Song Wei remembered a person who could help him. Most artists came to the street to perform in order to enter the entertainment industry, and she happened to know one.

    "Ayu."

    "Cousin." There was a cold male voice, and the background sound of meat sizzling on the grill.

    "I saw a very promising singer on the street. I also made a video, do you want to watch it?" Throw it to her cousin.

    "No, the company won't be open for long."

    "What?" Song Wei was stunned, she thought, "Is it them? ... The surname Lu is really deceiving!"

    The author has something to say:

    Song Wei (preparing to post a video): Brother, I met a bosom friend, come and show you his singing.

    Lu Yu (preparing to contact someone): No need.

    Song Wei (interrupting sending): OK.