Chapter 30

For a musician, a singer, there's no doubt that the voice is very important. Even in the era of idols, pure talent still dominates the music industry. Simply put, having a good appearance can certainly add points, but without it, one can still become famous.

However, without a good voice, I'm sorry, you won't be able to make it.

But on the other hand, to become a qualified, or even a great musician and singer, not having a pleasant voice is not entirely impossible. After all, music, in the end, is about conveying emotion to the listener.

So, even if some people have a voice like a broken gong, when they sing, it might not sound bad at all, and a song might even make you cry.

Conversely, even if some people have naturally gifted voices, they may struggle for years and still not become famous!

At the root of it all is emotion.

With emotion, the voice has flavor; with emotion, the song has the power to touch the heart.

Therefore, for a successful singer, a keen sense of music and a delicate grasp of emotion are both essential.

Liaoliao, of course, is not yet considered successful, but there's no doubt that after releasing only one single, she was chosen by the company to be a key focus for development. Clearly, she already possesses these two qualities.

In short, she is a music-sensitive person.

A music-sensitive person... a good song can move any ordinary person and make them feel the emotion in the music. But the same song, when heard by a music-sensitive person, can instantly resonate with their soul.

When Liaoliao put on the headphones and pressed the play button, she was somewhat resigned, somewhat amused, and somewhat indifferent.

After all, there was no need to think about it; the result was obvious: she started learning the piano at eleven, picked up the guitar at thirteen, and began trying to write lyrics and compose songs at sixteen, and was known as a "musical prodigy" at a young age. But even from the current perspective, how many of the songs she wrote in her late teens and before graduation were mature works? What she thought were great works at the time now seem very childish.

In music, she has always been a very proud and even somewhat arrogant person! And even with her pride and arrogance, she doesn't think much of her early works.

So, how could she possibly have any expectations for a seventeen-year-old high school student's work?

She even thought that expecting a seventeen-year-old boy to write a mature work was less realistic than imagining Gu Yulong suddenly saying, "Hey, Liaoliao, I really like your voice, let me write a song for you!"

Yes, mature... In her view, the work of the seventeen-year-old boy on this tape doesn't need to be stunning; even if it's just a bit mature, it would be quite remarkable.

After all, he's only seventeen.

However, when she pressed the play button, she heard a delicate and calm voice accompanied by the crisp sound of a guitar, singing, "Can't wipe away the tears in your eyes, the road is too long, can't catch up with forgiveness..."

Suddenly, her chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

The recorder was just an ordinary one, even if it was a so-called high-end model for journalists, it was still just an ordinary recorder. So, the recording quality wasn't great, but fortunately, it was just poor quality, and there were no other noises to disrupt the calm and sad melody.

She opened her mouth slightly, her eyes widened, and listened to the voice in the recorder continue, "You are my unspeakable pain, I want to forget, but can't help but recall, like a refugee, stumbling along, your chains, unable to be released..."

For a full minute, she didn't move.

Qi Jie smiled, slowly eating the small buns and drinking the hot soy milk, watching her.

There was a hint of smugness in her eyes.

Huang Wenjuan, on the other hand, had been stunned since Liaoliao suddenly stopped her chopsticks. But she couldn't hear anything and didn't know what was playing in the recorder. She just saw Liaoliao's shocked and amazed expression, feeling lost and helpless.

"Qi Jie, is she... okay?" she asked softly.

Qi Jie shook her head and gestured to her, "Eat! Don't just stare, eat!"

After a minute, Liaoliao suddenly came to her senses. Then, she put down her chopsticks with a snap and reached for the rewind button.

Huang Wenjuan was about to pick up a fried dough stick but was startled by her, looking up to see her eyes, though unfocused, shining brightly, as if she was about to be overjoyed.

She pressed the stop button and then the play button.

But it wasn't the right part yet, so she rewound again. This time, the guitar sound just started.

Liaoliao pursed her lips slightly, her eyes gleaming with a ravenous light.

It was still the same guitar, still the same voice, a voice that seemed to naturally carry a sense of sadness, singing calmly:

"White moonlight, in a corner of the heart,

So bright, yet so cold,

Everyone has a sorrow,

Wants to hide, but it only becomes more obvious.

White moonlight, shining at both ends of the horizon,

In the heart, but not by the side,

Can't wipe away the tears in your eyes,

The road is too long, can't catch up with forgiveness.

..."

Liaoliao held her breath, clenching her fists slightly, and then breathing heavily, as if she was running a long distance. The air conditioning in the room was quite strong, but after rewinding twice, she had some fine sweat on her forehead and nose.

Then, Qi Jie finished her breakfast first.

She stood up as if nothing had happened, got water, boiled it, took out a small can of green tea, and poured some into three cups. When the water boiled, she leisurely poured it into the cups.

But during the breaks, she would occasionally glance at Liaoliao.

And every time, a smile would appear on her face.

A fragrant aroma rose in the room.

Finally, although she had been carefully observing Liaoliao's movements, Huang Wenjuan's appetite wasn't big, and she quickly finished her meal. Seeing Qi Jie hand her a cup of tea, she took it, looked at Liaoliao, and then at the temporary dining table, asking, "Should I wake her up and let her eat something?"

Qi Jie smiled, "Why don't you try calling her?"

Huang Wenjuan thought for a moment but shook her head, "I'd rather not. Once, when she was writing a song, I called her to eat, and she almost killed me... If it doesn't work, I'll go down and buy something for her later!"

After saying that, she put down the teacup and quickly tidied up the temporary dining table.

But suddenly, Liaoliao took off one of her headphones, looking dissatisfied, "What is this!"

Qi Jie and Huang Wenjuan turned to look at her.

Liaoliao shook the headphones in her hand, continuing to complain, "Why is he still singing this kind of song?"

Qi Jie curiously walked over, took the headphones, and put them on. As soon as she listened, she laughed.

The headphones were playing, "In the rainy season of my seventeenth year, recalling the bits and pieces of my childhood, I realize that growing up is slowly approaching..."

So, Qi Jie said, "I don't think it's bad! Actually, I think among the many songs he wrote, this is the kind of song he should be writing and singing at his age."

Liaoliao frowned, speaking a bit loudly, "But compared to the previous one, this song is too ordinary! Although the melody and rhythm are still good, I admit that this song has as much potential in the market as the previous one, but... the style is completely different..."

Despite her frown, she still patiently listened to the entire song.

But the next one was still this!

When she listened to the previous one, she didn't feel that he sang it many times. Or rather, even though he sang it many times, she still couldn't help but rewind and listen again. But this one didn't quite suit her taste, so... she fast-forwarded.

But, "snap," the tape reached the end.

She took out the tape, about to flip it over and continue listening, when Qi Jie suddenly said, "The other side isn't recorded, it's a blank tape."

Liaoliao paused, weighing the tape in her hand, and asked, "Do you have any others?"

Qi Jie turned around, took out two more tapes from her bag, and handed them to her, "I only started recording shortly before you came. There are only these, a total of seven songs, all here."

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