My Best Wife

Chapter 240 Ex-Girlfriend (4)

While talking, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly heard the melodious guitar sound from the next door, and then heard Huang Wanting's singing.

"Night is a grand carnival of one person, his eyes have to travel far, but the dark night blocks the wings of missing, what makes a person's loneliness into a sky full of stars, needless to say, tonight I will only talk to loneliness... …"

Fang Zhiqiang was fascinated as he listened, and his heart seemed to calm down a lot. Fang Zhiqiang quietly smoked a cigarette and listened, then stood up and walked directly over. Huang Wanting's door was not closed. Obviously, it was opened specially for him.

Fang Zhiqiang walked in, was taken by the door, walked to Huang Wanting's room and stood against the wall, listening to Huang Wanting sitting there holding a guitar and continuing to sing.

"Who belongs to who, who belongs to who you are, who belongs to who you are, only loneliness is who and who you are." Huang Wanting continued singing.

Fang Zhiqiang was stunned. It turned out that what Huang Wanting said to herself just now were the words in her song.

Huang Wanting sang seriously, and Fang Zhiqiang listened carefully, just leaning against the wall.

He suddenly felt that this girl was beautiful.

"Can you play it?" Huang Wanting passed the guitar to Fang Zhiqiang after talking.

"I heard it occasionally last time. This is the first time I heard it. I don't remember it." Fang Zhiqiang shook his head.

"This is a piece of music." Huang Wanting took out a sheet of music from the shelf next to Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiqiang looked at the handwritten score in surprise and said: "Handwritten?"

"Yes, this is a song I wrote by myself. I just wrote the song and filled in the lyrics randomly." Huang Wanting nodded and said.

Fang Zhiqiang was also welcome, and took the guitar that Huang Wanting handed over, and sat at the table, dialed it, and tried the sound.

"It seems to be really good at playing." Huang Wanting smiled and said.

Fang Zhiqiang ignored Huang Wanting, looked at the music score, and then started to play, and then sang along with him: "Ye, is a grand carnival of one person, his eyes are going to travel far, but the dark night blocks the wings of miss. , What is it that renders a person’s loneliness into starlight, no need to say, tonight I will only talk to loneliness. Who is who, who you are, who is yours, only loneliness is your own and Who……"

While singing, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly burst into tears. I don’t know why. When he sang this song, he remembered the happy time with Nie Qian, and also remembered that after Nie Qian left quietly. For a while, every night when he was lonely in bed, he remembered the insults and scorn he had suffered while delivering the express. Thinking about it, tears flowed out. Isn’t that exactly the sentence? In this increasingly indifferent and secular world, who must belong to whom, and who belong to you? Who is yours again? Everything is just an unknown number. No one knows that after today and tomorrow you will still belong to who you are, and who are not yours. Only loneliness will always belong to you.

After Fang Zhiqiang finished singing, he gently put down the guitar, and said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I haven't played it for a long time, and the first time I played this tune, there were two things wrong."

"No, you play very well. I can see that you have practiced it before. The most important thing is that you can sing well and sing better than me. Perhaps, this song itself should be suitable for boys. , The low voice sounds more meaningful, and the more important point is that you sing very emotionally. This song is for you, do you want? Take this sheet of music away." Huang Wanting pointed to the table Said the score.

"Send me off? What do you mean?" Fang Zhiqiang was a little stunned.

"This song is a song written by myself. Do you know the copyright? It means that you can sing this song in the future, and I give you authorization. Otherwise, you can sing it without my permission It is considered infringement."

Fang Zhiqiang laughed a little dumbfounded, and asked: "Did you write these songs for your singing in the nightclub? I didn't expect you to be a creative talent."

"No, I haven't sang these songs out in the capital, at least I haven't performed them on stage." Huang Wanting shook her head, and then sorted out her entire score.

"Huh?" Fang Zhiqiang was completely surprised this time.

"I like music and singing. For me, although these songs can be regarded as creations, they are actually the sustenance of my own soul. These things record my heart. Music is what I love, and I don’t The only way is to make a living by selling and singing, but I will not sell my heart for life, so what is the difference between me and my friends who are prostitutes? I will never let them be tainted by money, I never I have never performed them on stage, at least I would not sing them in such a place. Not only because of the money, but also because of the fact that there are a few people there who can appreciate music and understand music, and their brains There is only wine and sex, and music is in their minds, just a tool to promote wine and sex." Huang Wanting shook her head and said lightly.

Fang Zhiqiang was completely surprised and looked at Huang Wanting blankly.

"What's the matter? Don't you know me? Do you think I'm stupid?" Huang Wanting glanced at Fang Zhiqiang and asked.

"No, I used to call myself a literary youth, but now I discovered that you are the real literary youth." Fang Zhiqiang smiled.

"It doesn't matter whether you praise me or scold me. Whether it is a literary youth or a second-force youth, everyone has their bottom line and principles in their hearts, and there are things that everyone feels most precious to me. , Music and soul are my most precious things, even if my life is gone, I will not touch them." Huang Wanting said indifferently, and then said: "How is it? Are you in a better mood?"

"Do you think that song is a healing song? Yours is obviously a sad song."

"It seems to be the same. How about you play this song? It was written by me a year ago. The rhythm is relatively cheerful. Although it is not a healing system, it should be in a better mood." Huang Wanting opened her own one again. A sheet of music was turned out and one was placed in front of Fang Zhiqiang.

"Wait, wait a minute, I'll try it again. I haven't played it for many years. I just need to get used to the score directly."

"You play, I sing, I will show you." Huang Wanting said indifferently.

Afterwards, Fang Zhiqiang sat on the stool holding Huang Wanting's guitar and sang, while Huang Wanting sat on the table in front of him and sang with Fang Zhiqiang. Fang Zhiqiang played her and sang.

Time suddenly slipped away so quietly, neither of them felt it. In the process of playing and singing with Huang Wanting, Fang Zhiqiang suddenly forgot everything, forgot about Nie Qian, forgot about Li Xiaoxiao, and forgot about the **** Sammi International work. He stayed with Huang Wanting’s music and Huang Wanting together. In the soul. Every song written by Huang Wanting is not that complicated. Both the words and the music are relatively simple. However, after losing too many technical and commercial things, every song and tune are the simplest and the simplest. Purity hits the human heart most directly.