In addition to being the wind that has been blowing all spring, the spring breeze is also a carefree girl.
The first time Mr. Lu knew about "Spring Breeze" was when he was six years old, when he was still called Xiaolu.
That spring catkins flew all over the city. Not long after the mother took the little deer out of the "Shili" coffee shop, she discovered that the little deer had red pimples all over its body. The following week, the deer took medicine on time and hid in the room every day to avoid the catkins blown all over the sky by the spring breeze.
"Mom, what are those white things flying all over the sky?"
"Little deer, those are called catkins"< /p>
"Then why is it flying around in this season?"
"Because there is a spring breeze."
At the age of twenty-four, Mr. Lu graduated from an ordinary university and came to Xi'an alone with a diploma that was not very valuable.
Mr. Lu, like most boys who love literature and art, spent half a year playing guitar in college, and spent a whole summer working on a trip to Yunnan. After returning to the dormitory, I chatted all night with a weird-looking and unshaven Uncle Bing in the Big Ice House in Yunnan. Then I became obsessed with photography and followed an unknown crew for two months.
The first time Mr. Lu met Xi’an was in a spring rain. He stood alone at the intersection closest to the Drum Tower, carrying a "Li Guitar" on his back. When he was in college, others laughed at him. How could an unknown student get a "Li Guitar"? He must have been deceived by the person who sold him. But Mr. Lu still said he was "Li Gui".
Mr. Lu saw the spring rain falling non-stop, so he simply hid in the underground square of Xi'an Drum Tower and did not come out. At ten o'clock in the evening, the flow of people in the underground square began to gradually decrease. A dozen meters away from Mr. Lu, a girl who was elegantly dressed, with light makeup and a ponytail began to sob slowly. The flow of people became smaller and smaller, but the girl's cries became louder and louder.
Mr. Lu is a warm-hearted person. His classmates at the university came to him for anything, so much so that they all agreed that sheep were far less docile than deer.
Mr. Lu walked over slowly, patted the girl on the shoulder and asked:
"You What's wrong, Miss?"
The girl's expression suddenly changed:
"Who are you talking about, Miss? You are a young lady!"
Mr. Lu was startled at first because he was so angry with the "violent" girl. Before Mr. Lu could speak again, the girl continued:
"My grandma who loved folding paper cranes is missing. She was small, with gray hair, and wore black and white striped clothes. "Have you seen the long coat?"
Mr. Lu thought for a while and replied:
"No. ".
The girl started to cry again, and passersby unconsciously or unconsciously looked at Mr. Lu and the girl. Mr. Lu began to become embarrassed, but the girl hugged Mr. Lu's thigh and shouted: "You must help me, don't leave."
With such a hug, people began to gather, some were giving instructions, some were whispering, waiting for people to hear the whole story and then dispersed.
In fact, the human heart is the most terrifying thing. Just like the feasting and feasting on the streets of Xi'an in front of Mr. Lu, it is unclear whether the neon lights are the beautiful scenery of floating glass on the surface. Or the robbery, filth and greed behind it.
Mr. Lu picked up the girl and pulled her to look for the nearby police station. Before walking into the police station, I saw an old man with gray hair and black and white stripes standing at the door. The girl jumped up to the old man and grinned:
"Grandma, where have you been? I can't even find you. Don't scare me."
Mr. Lu looked at the two hugging each other and planned to turn around and leave. .
"Hey, won't you send us home, kindhearted person?"
Mr. Lu looked at the girl in front of him , suddenly remembered the movie "Chun Jiao and Zhiming". In the movie, Chunjiao said that she didn't like Zhang Zhiming, but in the end she ended up living like Zhang Zhiming. For a moment, Mr. Lu felt that the woman in front of him looked very much like Chunjiao, but he couldn't tell what the resemblance was. Maybe it was her big, twinkling eyes.
I sent my grandma home, helped her wash up, sat by the bed and told her a bedtime story, and all this happened calmly. In front of Mr. Deer.
When the dark night outside the house completely faded away from the hustle and bustle, the girl pushed Mr. Lu, who was hovering on the edge of sleep:
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"Hey, go have a midnight snack, I'll treat you."
"Oh, oh, okay." Mr. Lu had obviously just reacted to all this, and the stories just flashed through Mr. Lu's mind like one scene after another.
The patter of rain continued, and the street lights on the roadside were bright and dazzling. As they turned out of Xi'an's unique alley, the two suddenly fell into a unique silence. The girl stopped:
"Are you really not so talkative? Is it cooler to be silent?"
"I don't know your name yet" Mr. Lu interrupted the girl.
"Ah, my name is Chunfeng, Mu Chunfeng, a native of Xi'an." Mr. Lu continued: "My surname is Lu, and I met you when I first came to Xi'an."< /p>
The two came to the side street and opened a store door. I just pushed someone away and hit Mr. Lu on the chest.
"Are people in Xi'an always so busy?" Mr. Lu asked. At this time, Chunfeng lowered his head and picked up the few mutton steamed buns left in the bowl.
Wiping his mouth, he replied: "Not really, I am very slow sometimes. What are you doing in Xi'an?"
"Work."
"Do you have a place to live? Come to my house."
Mr. Lu ate Startled.
"What are you thinking about! My apartment is for rent upstairs."
As Chunfeng said, he lowered his head, his cheeks faintly redness.
Pushing open the store door, the two walked into the night. A gust of spring breeze blew by, a bit cool. On the other hand, Mr. Lu shuddered, and there was still one customer left at the barber shop next to him.
"That's the shopkeeper's habit. He waits for this time on this day of every month, probably because of the person in the story."
Chunfeng looked at Mr. Lu and said.
Mr. Lu turned his head and focused his attention on the black speaker at the door. Song Dongye's "Zebra, Zebra" was playing inside, and he was singing "You are the red from the south." ah".
Chunfeng asked:
"Do you like folk songs?"
Mr. Lu nodded, "There is a story in every ballad."
Chunfeng shook his head: "There are so many stories. It's just that you can't let go of someone in your heart, or there is something that you are still worried about."
Back at Chunfeng’s house, Mr. Lu carried his guitar and suitcase from the first floor straight to the second floor.
In early spring, the sky is mostly blue. When Mr. Deer opened his eyes, the sun just shined on his face through the window. Just after washing up, someone came up from the first floor and knocked on the door.
"Mr. Lu, breakfast is ready, do you want to eat some?"
Mr. Lu heard this , the intestines moved a few times unconsciously.
"Okay, I will pay separately every month.
"
When I came to the first floor, I saw Chunfeng wearing shorts, with a high ponytail, and pouring milk into the quilt. Mr. Lu was a little afraid to contact the girl from yesterday. Together.
The furniture in the house is mostly of unknown brands, but it is placed in an orderly manner. The bookcase is placed in front of the far wall, and there is a bookcase on the top floor. Stacks of records. Mr. Lu immediately recognized that the one on the left was from the band Beyond, and on the right was Leslie Cheung's "Red". There were a few medium-thin books in the middle, and occasionally there were two records in the middle. The labels read "BM", "NF", "BF" and "CL", which sounded a bit strange. There were several green plants on the windowsill where the sunlight shone in. Mr. Lu glanced at them and only recognized "Bashful". "Grass." Before finishing the whole tour, Chunfeng said, "Sit down and eat." ”
Mr. Lu’s eyes were fixed on the table: two fried eggs, two slices of bread, and a glass of milk. He thought that this was completely Western style.
"You are carrying Li Guitar, right? Mr. Lu's train of thought was interrupted, and he returned in surprise: "Chunfeng, you are still an expert." "
When Mr. Lu heard Chunfeng's words, he felt that the relationship had become closer.
"Well, I know something." .
Mr. Lu always feels that Chunfeng becomes more serious when he mentions folk songs. To be precise, he is a little worried.
After breakfast, Mr. Lu went upstairs to open his suitcase and put his belongings in the room. Especially with the wooden pendants and photo frames that Mr. Lu brought with him, and the guitar on the bedside, the room suddenly felt like a musician. . Open the phone and skillfully slide to the email from "Taolu Studio":
After discussion in our studio, Mr. Lu's resume and text were liked by everyone. After the video interview, I hope you will join our studio. If you are interested, please come to our studio for an interview on April 12th. We look forward to your arrival!
Mr. Lu’s first time! When I received this text message, I thought it was a scam. I didn’t believe it until I opened Baidu to check it and received an email with the official seal of the studio.
Mr. Lu was fiddling with it. I played the song "Across the Ocean to See You" on the guitar. Just after I finished singing, there was a knock on the door. Grandma and Chunfeng were standing in front of the door. "My grandma likes this song very much. Can you sing it again?" Once? "
After singing this song for the second time, grandma said: "Xiao Li's songs are always so affectionate."
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When Mr. Lu opened his eyes in the afternoon, the spring breeze was looking at Mr. Lu’s face. Mr. Lu suddenly opened his eyes and was startled by the spring breeze in front of him:
"Uh, what are you doing?"
(Chunfeng thought, you are more beautiful than a girl.)
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Replied: "They say that people who love guitar breathe very slowly when they sleep. Let me see if that's the case. "
Chunfeng is a carefree girl. Grandma said that when she was born, catkins were flying all over the sky, so she was named "Catkins". Waiting for the spring breeze to get a little stronger, I have to say "Chunfeng" "It suits me, and I even forced my grandma to change my name. At that time, Xu Wei's "Free Like the Wind" was often circulated in the mp3 that Chunfeng carefully collected.
Mr. Lu is here When night began to cover the top of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, I walked out of the house and walked alone along the Second Ring Road. When I went to the convenience supermarket to buy cigarettes, I saw Lanzhou by Song Dongye. After a few puffs of Lanzhou skillfully, a circle of smoke passed behind Mr. Lu’s ears.
“You don’t know what time the sanitation workers are. Get up and clean the streets! ”
Chunfeng picked up the cigarette butt, walked a few steps quickly, passed Mr. Deer, turned around and threw it into the trash can not far away.
"Chunfeng, you look a bit like Chunjiao"
"Really? Probably because her name is Chunjiao and I am called Chunfeng.
"
"Why do you like ballads? "Chunfeng asked next.
"I think it's cool," Mr. Lu said with a smile.
Just finished speaking Mr. Lu felt a sharp pain in his arm. Chunfeng raised his head lightly and looked at Mr. Lu coquettishly. Before the pain was over, Chunfeng dragged Mr. Lu and ran back home, skillfully opening Mr. Lu's hand.
"That time we finished our supper and played while passing by the barber shop. This is the song, it was the first song we listened to after we met. I often hum that song, and the "BM" on my bookcase is my own version of "Zebra, Zebra." "
"BF is the Queen of the North? ”
“Yes,” Chunfeng nodded.
On the morning of April 12, Mr. Lu got up early, like before It was the same for a few days. It was customary to finish the breakfast cooked by Chunfeng and disappear on the crowded bus in Xi'an.
Mr. Lu spent his four years of college in the morning. On the thin bed in the human dormitory. Occasionally, when I get up in the morning, I stand on the balcony and take a few puffs of the cigarette that my roommate threw on his bedside last night. My husband has not smoked many cigarettes, but the cigarettes he smokes are never the same, except for Lanzhou.
From Red Panda to Suyan, from Special John Bray to Belmont. I met many different people in college, and many people who loved music gathered together to chat, but in the end the topic returned to music. Some people liked Cui Jian's "Nothing", while others liked to sing Wang Feng's "Blooming Life". ", some stayed up all night for "Qili Xiang", some said that "Ten Years" wrote down their past events, some were arrogant, some were silent.
Mr. Lu rarely suffers from insomnia. Only one person made him sleepless.
When the song "You left Nanjing, no one talked to me anymore" started to sing. Mr. Lu would look for a cigarette from the bedside, take three or five puffs, and then walk silently to the bed from the silent balcony, tossing and turning, and the bed board in the dormitory made a squeaking sound, as if he was about to sleep. I struggled to get rid of the last bit of pleasure in living alone. There were several nights when my roommate shouted out after a few creaking sounds: "What are you doing? Why are you playing so leisurely?" Leisurely, tossing and turning. "
The deep voice reached the dark corridor.
Where is Mr. Lu? The devil knows.
Maybe it’s because of a girl, maybe it’s because of a good friend, maybe it’s because of a story, maybe it’s because the transition of a guitar chord is always not smooth, maybe it’s because Mr. Lu can’t see the future days.
The thing that causes insomnia is the spring breeze. Every spring, when catkins fly all over the city, Mr. Lu never leaves his dormitory. As soon as I got out of the dormitory, I would get red pimples on my body, which were unbearably itchy. I had seen doctors many times and tried several folk remedies, but those famous doctors were no longer famous when I came to Mr. Lu, and those folk remedies were unbearable. Mr. Lu just gave up. There are only a dozen or so days a year when catkins float, so allergies can't be cured.
There are some things you don’t believe in, but you insist on trying them, only to end up feeling uncomfortable. In fact, thousands of things happen every day. There are some things you don’t need to try, some things you don’t try, and some things you just avoid.
Mornings in April are usually peaceful, but people in Xi'an are in a hurry.
It takes 40 minutes to drive from the long alleys to the bustling city with many high-rise buildings, and then get off the car and walk to a golf course with several small villas next to it. Mr. Lu saw a punk-style building. eyes.
Pushing open the door and entering directly into the big room, a modified jeep is particularly eye-catching. Turning around, there are guitars all over the wall, with and without strings. Stringed, each guitar has the words "W, B, H" written on the lower right corner.
"That's the retired guitar that each of us has used," an old man with a stubble on his face said standing next to Mr. Deer.
"Oh, hello, I am..."
"You are Mr. Lu, we have been waiting for you for a long time. "
"How did you recognize me?"
The uncle pointed to the guitar on Mr. Lu's back.
"Mr. Deer is here." The uncle shouted upstairs.
Five or six people came downstairs, one person followed the person in front of him who came downstairs, and said: "That song is better to change the key in the middle." /p>
The first meeting went extremely smoothly, as if it was a gathering of old friends who have known each other for many years.
After lunch, the uncle chatted with Mr. Lu: "Do you know why we accepted you so quickly?"
"Why?"
"Because the lyrics of the song in the attachment of your resume - "Rainbow and Sea" are very similar to our story."
< p>When dusk came, Mr. Lu picked up his guitar and played "Anhe Bridge". After singing, the sound of discussing the arrangement in the recording studio suddenly stopped, and everyone's eyes They all turned to him.
"This is one of my favorite songs." Mr. Lu's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.
"Let him try that song." Chunfeng opened the door and said as he walked with large and small bags. Meatballs, fish tofu, and fresh fat lamb are all wrapped in those big and small bags.
"This is the founder of our studio, Sister Chunfeng," someone with the same dressing style and almost the same age as Mr. Lu introduced to Mr. Lu.
"We have known each other for a few days," Chunfeng continued.
"Well, it turns out you guys know each other."
Mr. Lu was embarrassed for a while, then he adjusted the guitar easily, took the music score and lyrics from the uncle, and sang a little unfamiliarly:
I am thinking of you inside the Second Ring Road
You are on the distant mountain, the spring breeze is ten miles away
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The wind here makes it rain on you
I say all wines are inferior to you
...
Mr. Deer became more and more skilled, everyone held their breath:
Knead all the spring into one Early in the morning
Turn the endless words into a secret and close the door
Inexplicable feelings, please, who will take it away Take it away
I have no choice but to turn the years into songs and leave them in the mountains and rivers
Some of the five or six people beat their chests, others hugged their heads, the uncle clenched his fists tightly, Clearly excited, Chunfeng hugged Mr. Lu across the guitar.
"This is the kind of melody and sound we have been looking for," Chunfeng choked up.
Mr. Lu read this passage carefully. There were no chord changes in this passage. He just changed a few chords naturally.
That night, the studio was filled with the aroma of hot pot. Some people said that they understood their wishes, some said that ideals were realized in that moment, some were silent, one cup of snowflake after another, It wasn't until late at night that I left the studio door.
"So, you decided you wanted me after hearing the song in the attachment, right?"
"Yeah." Chunfeng was a little silent after drinking.
"What's the name of that song?"
""Ten Miles of Spring Breeze""
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"So the "CL" in the bookcase at home is this song?"
"I sang it myself, and I always feel bad about it, until today You played and sang this song."
"I don't know why." Mr. Lu lowered his head and slowed down.
"I know that many things that happen are unreasonable. Just like when I mention ballads, I become serious. The same goes for that song. You will probably meet each other eventually. So you traveled across half of China, came to my studio, and met that song."
Mr. Lu was left behind by the spring breeze, looking at the spring breeze's ponytail. As she swayed from side to side, she suddenly remembered her roommate's words: "What are you doing? Why are you having fun, tossing and turning?"
At this time, a long-awaited spring breeze blew, and catkins flew all over the short street. The catkins scraped Mr. Lu’s cheeks, and slid over the tip of his nose and neck , there was not a trace of itching on my body, I just smelled the quiet smell unique to Xi'an late at night, which was refreshing.
On October 26, 2015, Lu Xiansen Band released its first single "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze"
This is Cool Cheng Wei Liang 1983, I’m glad it was you who read the story.