After tuning the guitar, I touched the guitar strings slightly.

This is a good guitar.

At least it's better than the guitar Lu Yuan once played.

After slowly moving the chair to the window, Lu Yuan adjusted his whole body's breath to the best state.

This is a very difficult song to sing, at least among the English songs that Lu Yuan can sing, it is one of the most difficult to sing.

He lowered his head and picked up the guitar, while gently touching the strings of the guitar with his fingers.

Of course, he didn't play it, but kept thinking about how to play the song and the strange feeling in his memory.

This song is actually not suitable for one person to play.

It turns out that bands from around the world combined several people to come up with the melody and accompaniment.

But this is not important to Lu Yuan.

At this time, the bright moonlight from the window sill shone in, and it happened to shine on Lu Yuan's face, making Lu Yuan look very peaceful.

He closed his eyes.

Wang Jinxue and James looked at each other, both of them felt strange.

But neither of them said anything to disturb them, and even Lu Yuan's expression gave them an inexplicable feeling that something was about to be born.

Lu Yuan suddenly smiled slightly, his past regrets and helplessness echoed in his mind.

That year, when he learned this song, he was actually very ambitious. He wanted to show off in front of girls, show off in KTV, show off in other places, show off those high-end skills...

But in the end, I didn't pretend to be successful.

He thinks that literary and artistic young people are very popular, but in fact they are not as popular as the powerful RMB people at all.

In fact, it is the same no matter what era it is.

You sing dozens of English songs that you think are very good in KTV, why not show your BMW car keys slightly, and then pretend to sigh deeply that life has been boring recently...

After all, college is not high school.

When I was in high school, I could play the piano, guitar and sing English songs in front of little girls. Maybe I was so good that the little girls would admire me. After all, I was still young at that time, but in college...

Please, what you worship is completely different, okay?

Therefore, Lu Yuan's idea of ​​putting in all the hard work to show off was completely shattered, tragically.

This is Lu Yuan's lingering pain.

But things are different now. He has found the feeling of showing off. This time, he wants to put on the showback that he never had in college!

After about thirty seconds of silence, Lu Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and then continued to play the guitar with an ambitious pretense...

Wang Jinxue and James both felt a sense of tension at the same time, and even their breathing stagnated slightly!

Could it be, is he going to officially start?

But at this moment...

"Boom!"

"..."

"..."

Lu Yuan's hand holding the string suddenly trembled...

The extremely discordant and unpleasant sound startled Wang Jinxue and James.

Then the two of them looked at Lu Yuan speechlessly.

"Cough, cough, sorry, I played the wrong string and my hand slipped..." Lu Yuan smiled awkwardly. He originally wanted to pretend to be cool in the most perfect manner to make up for the regret of not pretending to be cool, but he was not interested

Either because he was too excited or something, he marked the wrong note.

There is something wrong with this pretense.

"Mr. Lu Yuan, how about today..."

James hesitated for a while after seeing Lu Yuan's expression. Just when he was about to say something to end the invitation for the time being, he suddenly found that Lu Yuan pressed a chord slightly, and then the guitar sound slowly sounded.

A beautiful, American rock and roll guitar sound from the 1970s appeared in James' ears.

James was stunned.

Wang Jinxue was also stunned.

She saw Lu Yuan sitting on a chair holding his guitar and playing the melody very skillfully. The melody was long but very beautiful.

Is Lu Yuan planning to compose a guitar song for James instead of a piano song?

In fact, guitar music is not impossible.

After all, Lu Yuan's music fits the theme of the movie very well and sounds very authentic and flavorful.

James closed his eyes and listened to the guitar music. He seemed to see a bar, a church, a lot of holiness and depravity in the guitar music, as well as a faint smell mixed with it.

Lu Yuan got excited about playing, and his smile became deeper and deeper. After looking at the admiring expressions of James and Wang Jinxue, he suddenly felt a little satisfied.

In the past, pretentiousness was forced, and sometimes Lu Yuan even pretended to be coquettish for no apparent reason without even knowing it.

But it's different now. Now Lu Yuan feels that he is taking the initiative to show off, and he has that kind of independent control.

After about fifty seconds of prelude, Lu Yuan moved his neck slightly...

“on a dark desert highway,

Driving on a dark desert road

cool wind in my hair……

The cool breeze blew my hair..."

James opens his eyes!

This is not a melody or a tune, this is really a song, and it is an English song.

Wang Jinxue's beautiful eyes were also stunned as she stared at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan's voice was very hoarse, with a hint of vicissitudes that did not match his age. Inexplicably, Wang Jinxue felt that this young man who did not look very old was like a wandering singer who had gone through many, many things.

Of course, this did not surprise Wang Jinxue.

What surprised Wang Jinxue was that Lu Yuan could really sing English songs, and he sang very well.

Under the moonlight...

Lu Yuan smiled. He really wanted to show off to make up for the regret that he had not been able to show off.

But at this moment, Lu Yuan found that he was really immersed in the memory of this song...

His mentality at the moment was completely different from when he played "Canon". If playing "Canon" was just playing without any sense of memory or immersion, then "Hotel California" was completely the opposite.

The feeling of wanting to show off has gradually disappeared, and gradually turned into the feeling of trying hard but not being recognized, and ultimately losing to the cruel reality. Of course, this feeling also contains a kind of feeling that even Lu Yuan himself cannot explain clearly.

accusation.

He is a natural singer.

More than one person has commented on him this way.

He easily gets emotional when singing.

In fact, whether it is an English song or a Chinese song, a classic will always be indelible. It will only always be imprinted in the depths of your soul and keep you infected by this soul...

Not long after Lu Yuan opened his mouth, the piano music not far away stopped.

"Is anyone singing?"

"Over there..."

"It sounds pretty good. Let's go over and have a look."

"good!"

"He seems to be a yellow man. Is he a Japanese?"

"No, he should be a Chinese."

"Chinese?"

"right."

A few people in twos and threes came to Lu Yuan's seat and stopped to look at Lu Yuan.

Luo Yuan's voice echoed in Nuoda's cafe. Even though most of the people here were Spaniards, and although they couldn't understand what Lu Yuan was singing, they could hear the emotion in Lu Yuan's singing.

It's very emotional and full of visuals.

James no longer wondered whether this was a tune or a song, and he no longer wondered why Lu Yuan, a man who could barely speak English, could sing an English song, and it sounded very standard.

He was just immersed in the song and enjoying it.

“she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys
To be continued...