"Ms. Han, you have a good singing skills now and have already touched the level of the queen of the song, but your tone is gone from the purity of the past. The "Wild Flowers in the Fieldside" you sang now is not as good as "Wild Flowers in the Fieldside" ten years ago."

"It's not suitable to sing such songs."

Han Jia nodded slightly as she listened to Wang Ye's comments.

Of course, as time goes by, your voice will always change, no longer the same as it used to be.

"However, although the tone is less pure, it looks a little quiet, well, it is a resentfulness."

Hearing this, Han Jia's plain hands couldn't help but hold them tightly.

Of course, complaints!

How can you not complain?

Only she knows how she has lived these ten years.

If that person hadn't abandoned her cruelly back then, why would she be so depressed and criticized here ten years later by a big boy who was only eighteen years old who didn't know whether her hair was full or not?!

If you can't get good songs with you, I can't do anything at most!

I went to accompany those damn fat guys, thin monkey stinky old men, just pretended that they were being eaten by dogs!

Fortunately, Wang Ye was not a person who kept him in hiding, so he immediately spoke again.

“I do have a song that might be right for you.”

"You can try singing."

Wang Ye simply picked up the song score on the table, gently flipped two or three pages, and pulled out one of them.

In the center of this song score are three handwritten regular script characters - "Orchid and Grass".

Han Jia took the song score and just took a look, and her heart moved, because the lyrics were actually a modern poem.

"Orchids"

———

I came from the mountains with orchids and grass

Plant in a small garden and hope that the flowers will bloom early

Watch three times a day and it's so exciting

But there is no orchid

In the blink of an eye, we will move into the warm room.

Regrets every day and never forgets each other

I hope the flowers will be able to fulfill their wish as soon as possible

The flowers in the garden add a lot of fragrance

...

The more she looked, the more colorful she looked, and she began to sing in a cappella according to the lyrics' simplified notes.

"I came from the mountains, brought orchids and plants, planted in a small garden, hoping that the flowers would bloom early..."

"I watched it three times a day, but I saw it all, but the orchids remained, and there was no bud..."

"But the orchid is still there, and there is no bud..."

"But the orchid is still there, and there is no bud..."

"What a good orchid, but there is still no bud... crying... Wang, Teacher Wang Ye, this poem, this song, you are specifically for me...I..."

The faint and quiet voice was filled with remoteness and humming with the song and the elegant melody echoed endlessly. When a poem was halfway through, the poem was singing, "But the orchid was still there, and there were no buds." There was a line of clear tears flowing down Han Jia's face and wet her cheeks.

Han Jia couldn't continue singing anymore, and she was sobbing even more.

This poem, this song seems to have written all her resentment and hatred for more than ten years.

Back then, it was that person who brought her out of the mountains. She was like the woman in this poem with hope, with orchids and plants, hoping that the orchids would bloom early. However, she waited and waited, and when the time of the flower had passed, there was not even a single flower bud...

Wang Ye's expression was faint, but he chuckled and said nothing.

No matter how you think, as long as you are happy.

In fact, this is just a coincidence. The story in this song is just a coincidence.

Someone once said that when listening to music, many times I listen to the memories and moods of the past.

Yes, the memories, the mood of the past, the mood of the past.

Han Jia cried while singing, and half of the reason was that she moved herself.

Of course, a song that can make people "touch themselves" must be an ordinary person. The melody, lyrics, the story in the lyrics and the singer's level are combined to give birth to a classic song that makes countless people "touch themselves".

This song "Orchid and Grass" is not a popular song, but a national folk song.

If you don’t have a certain experience in the past, you may not be able to hear the artistic conception, but if you have the right taste, you will definitely like it very much.

It can be said that this is a niche but best work among the niche.

"Ms. Han, your singing skills are almost impeccable. There is almost no problem in trying to sing this song orchid and grass. If you want to say there is, then there is only one."

"The style and artistic conception of this song are very simple, quiet and indifferent."

"So, you have to restrain your emotions a little, remember that it is quiet, not resentment."

"I'll give you ten minutes to calm your emotions, and I'll do it again and I'll listen."

"If not..."

"Okay! I can do it! Teacher Wang Ye, I can do it!"

"Wait a moment...I want to borrow the bathroom?"

The last sentence Han Jia did not say to Wang Ye, but to Zhang Min behind Wang Ye.

At some point, Zhang Min stood quietly beside the sofa. Zhang Min nodded and pointed at the direction of his own bathroom.

"Thank you, thank you... Xiao Guoer, mom goes to the bathroom for a while, you have to be good, do you understand?"

After Han Jia left, Han Guoer sat obediently on the side and motionless, but her eyes were staring straight at Wang Ye.

"Brother, your poem, this song is so beautiful..."

"It was because I heard her and felt it... I am really a genius young writer. This inspiration, this writing..."

"Sister Min, you're thinking too much, it's just a coincidence. Han Jia just happened to be suitable for this song."

Zhang Min shook her head when she heard this, obviously she didn't believe it. Wang Ye chuckled and said, "If you don't believe it, just forget it."

Ten minutes, no, less than ten minutes, just a little over seven minutes Han Jia came out.

Her hair was messy and her eyes were swollen. Obviously, she was crying in the bathroom for these seven minutes.

Such crying is actually a good thing. Crying is the best way for humans to relieve stress and release negative emotions. However, somehow, the older the humans are, the gradually deteriorate the tear glands.

Han Jia took a deep breath and looked at Wang Ye.

"Okay, I'm fine, Teacher Wang Ye, let's start."

"Okay, listen to me. Singing this song "Orchid Grass" does not require complicated singing skills. The most important thing is that you must integrate your emotions, your mood, and the faint resentment in your heart into it."

"But remember, resentment can only hide restraint."

"The style of music should be five points of quietness, three points of resentment, and one point of indifferent."

"The last minute at the end is relieved..."

“Can you do it?”

"Yes, I can!"

Han Jia's decisive answer.

When she said this, she recalled the request of the famous director ten years ago after examining her.

Play a 'sad smile'...

Thinking of this, Han Jia suddenly smiled faintly.

It turns out that there is really a sad smile in this world. I will understand it ten years later and understand...

Han Jia suddenly felt relieved of a knot from this ten years ago.

...

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