chapter 15

Huoren was a little flustered.

He could only get in by singing, but he wasn’t able to open his mouth when he met the new friend who sang so well.

“Sorry.” He whispered “I can’t sing that well.”

“It’s all right.” Chi Ji smiled and comforted, “it’s not like it’s a performance, but it’s alright if you don’t want to.”

Huoren hesitated for a few seconds, but he still sang him the song <It is better not to forget>.

In recent months, he has expanded his music library, and has learned a lot of pop songs released in recent years, but at this time, because of the pressure he felt, he chose the one he knew the best.

Chi Ji sat beside him and listened quietly, remembering and understanding the meaning of the lyrics.

Huoren fell into a state of shame after singing and explained “I haven’t been singing well enough and I don’t know how to improve.”

“You have a good sense of sound,” Chi Ji said seriously. “When I listen to your singing, I can make up the music score in my mind. There is no deviation at all.”

“… Thank you.” Huoren looked down at the song list and unconsciously clenched the page. “The teacher said I had no feelings when singing.”

“In fact, I think so too.” Chi Ji thought and asked. “Why do you put yourself in the position of a bystander when you sing?”

“What?”

“Singing is a kind of telling.” Chi Ji slowly explained, “my teacher said, ‘songs without resonance die when they are born’.”

Like Huoren, he was 15 years old. He was introverted and careful when talking. He was also a little shy.

“Resonate?” Huoren didn’t keep up with his train of thought: “With whom?”

Previously, in Teacher Zhong’s teaching, he said that singing should arouse his inner emotions, but this sentence sounded a little vague.

“Resonate with the singing role,” Chi Ji stood up and showed him the music score he had previously sung. “That is, well, roleplay.”

Huoren turned a few pages and knew that the songs he sang came from a musical.

《Spring Awakening.》

Because it was a musical script, there were not only music scores, but also character introduction, story introduction, dialogue and notes.

He looked quickly and gradually looked surprised.

Chi Ji’s laptop was next to him. At that time, he could easily retrieve the lyrics of the Chinese song he just sang.

“Mn? Can you understand it?” He smiled shyly. “I planned to participate in this play before I returned home, but I didn’t have enough time.”

Huoren saw the warm lines in the script, and now his cheeks were a little hot. He put the script aside and said, “I heard several songs that day. The images and songs were very beautiful.”

Chi Ji turned over the computer screen and showed Huoren the lines of “It is better not to forget”.

“I… should be able to help you,” he explained. “Look at this song. It’s about regret and anxiety after loss and separation.”

Huoren vaguely understood the meaning and continued to listen to him analyze the artistic conception in the lyrics.

It was more like analyzing the story behind each lyric than artistic conception.

“For example, in this section, the tight embrace that was once within reach, now feels like a joke.” Chi Ji pointed his pencil at the lyrics and slowly guided him to understand: “Think about it, you are nostalgic and saying it mockingly when you stand in the role of the singer.”

“There’s also this line, I can’t look back, turn my back to you, but I’m thinking it’s better not to forget.” His shyness faded and completely threw himself into the state of analyzing it. “This section has a very contradictory mood. If you want to express this song well, you should read the singer’s emotion and role in your heart and completely make it yours.”

Huoren remembered every word he said in his mind, but he was still confused for a long time.

“I want to ask, how does the teacher know when I’m portraying the feelings?” He had that question in mind, and this friend could solve his doubts: “I feel like… my imitation ability is alright, but the teacher shook his head and said it was wrong.”

Chi Ji was a little introverted when talking about himself. As soon as he talked about his favorite field, he was serious and lovely, and spoke slowly to him in a soft voice.

“Because singing is a kind of telling, and you are the one who is telling it, not as a substitute for others. There is no emotion, only skills when imitating, and very important feelings can’t be expressed that way” Chi Ji said, and suddenly remembered something: “Why don’t you hang out with me this weekend?”

“Ah?”

“I have an appointment to go to the Shidu Grand Theater to watch a musical. It’s near the building.” Chi Ji’s eyes lit up: “There are a lot of tickets. How about you come?”

Huoren subconsciously wanted to refuse: “I don’t know?”

“It happened to be the original version of 《Spring Awakening》.” Chi Ji winked: “Don’t you really like these songs?”

Huoren wasn’t sure whether Xie Lianyun was familiar with him. He was in a bit of a dilemma at the moment.

“That’s it. You’re the first friend I made back home. We’ll go together on Saturday~”.

“Ok, ok…”

After thanking him, he went downstairs with his things and sent the notice to the teacher.

Xie Lianyun came out with an USB.

“Let’s go to the multimedia room.” He grabbed Huoren’s shoulder and took him forward: “It’s still early. It’s not time for you to practice.”

Long Jia came up with a peach in his mouth and looked at them up and down: “Oh?”

Huoren coughed: “Xie-ge, you are grabbing me too tightly.”

“Huohuo is my roommate,” Xie Lianyun said, looking at Long Jia. “I want to steal him.”

Long Jia played along with him: “Don’t steal him, Huohuo is just playing tricks with you.”

In fact, the two big boys have become familiar in recent months. They said a few words to each other and continued to go their own way.

Huoren was still grabbed by Xie Lianyun when he reached the elevator door. At that moment, he finally remembered Chi Ji.

He told him the details. Xie Lianyun was still rubbing his ears: “Alright, it’s an extra ticket. The front row position is good. You can still see them touching each other.”

Huoren: “…?”

“But then again,” he looked at the USB flash drive he was carrying. “Don’t you have the computer in the room?”

“Oh, it’s easier to leave it in the dormitory.” Xie Lianyun was obviously admiring himself: “I’ve been with it all morning today. If I don’t work until the deadline again, I’ll have to work my ass off.”

Huoren went to the multimedia room to expand his knowledge. Usually, as soon as he opened the classical music album, he learned while listening, and his brain and cerebellum worked together without delay.

Xie Lianyun used to continue composing music, otherwise he would have been playing in the dormitory for a day and couldn’t even get it done.

The two of them, after a while, began to be busy, wearing headphones without interfering with each other.

Huoren finished learning this music theory and looked at Xie Lianyun through the glass.

The English music arrangement software had opened four or five windows. The curves, broken lines and large and small color blocks were combined in a complex way. The small white cursor went up and down like a sparrow, and the speed was so fast that it was almost invisible.

Xie Lianyun wrote two sections and was itching to drink something sweet. He sent a text message to the assistant to urge him to buy one. He looked at Huoren and said “Is it fun? Does it look particularly awesome?”

Huoren laid on the edge of the glass wall and looked at his screen for a while. Suddenly he said, “Do you adjust this drum to balance the effect of the bass?”

Xie Lianyun:?

He got stuck halfway through his text message and suddenly forgot where he had to send it.

“You can see that?” Xie Lianyun said “What style is this?”

Huoren wasn’t sure whether the two or three lines should be read together or separately. He frowned, as if he were trying to read pinyin: “Jazz?”

Xie Lianyun:??

Huoren thought his answer wasn’t clear enough: “Bebop?”

Xie Lianyun quickly deleted that part of his solo album, coughed twice and said: “It doesn’t match, I wrote it without basis.”

No, the child just finished reading the software introduction last month, and now he can understand the harmony?

He hasn’t taught him anything recently. What kind of little monster was living in the dormitory?