I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

Tune the guitar sound, and touch the guitar strings slightly.

This is a good guitar.

At least better than the guitar Lu Yuan once played.

After slowly bringing the chair to the window, Lu Yuan adjusted the breath of his body to the best condition.

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

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

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

This song is not suitable for playing alone.

The original band of the world combined several talents to play the melody and accompaniment.

But this is not important to Lu Yuan.

At this time, the bright moonlight from the windowsill came 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, and both felt very strange.

But the two of them didn't bother by saying anything, and even Lu Yuan's expression made them feel that something was about to be born inexplicably.

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

That year, when he was learning this song, he was actually very ambitious. He wanted to pretend to be in front of girls, pretend to be pretended in KTV, pretend to be pretended to be pretended to be in other places, pretend to pretend to be those high-level competitors...

But after all, the installation was not successful.

He thinks that literary and artistic youth are very popular, but in fact, he is not very popular with RMB powerhouses.

In fact, it is the same regardless of the era.

You sing dozens of English songs in KTV that you think are very powerful. Why don't you be as good as a RMB powerhouse who reveals the BMW car keys, and then pretends to feel deeply that these days are very boring...

After all, college is not a high school.

In high school, I could play the piano in front of a little girl, play the guitar and sing English songs. Maybe it’s very good for little girls to admire.

Please, the things you worship are completely different, okay?

Therefore, Lu Yuan's thoughts of working hard to pretend to be forced were completely tragically shattered.

This is Lu Yuan's lingering pain.

But now it's different. He found the feeling of pretending, this time, he wanted to pretend that he hadn't pretended to be in college!

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

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

Could it be that he is about to officially start?

But at this moment...

"Boo!"

"..."

"..."

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

The extremely discordant and unpleasant sound made Wang Zhenxue and James a jump.

Then the two 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 install the force in the most perfect posture, to make up for the regret of not pretending, but he was interested Was it too excited or something that he made the wrong sound.

This pretending is imperfect.

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

After looking at Lu Yuan's expression, James hesitated for a while. When he was about to say something to temporarily end this invitation, he suddenly found that Lu Yuan had pressed the chord slightly, and then the guitar sound slowly rang.

A beautiful, as if the American rock and roll guitar in the 70s appeared in James' ears.

James stayed for a while.

Wang Jinxue was also in a daze.

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

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

In fact, guitar music is not impossible.

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

James closed his eyes and admired the guitar song. He seemed to see the bar, the church, and the sacredness and depravity in the guitar song, as well as the slight smell mixed with it.

Lu Yuan started to play and his smile grew deeper and deeper. After watching the appreciative expressions of James and Wang Jinxue, he suddenly felt a little satisfied.

Previously, he was forced to pretend to be forced, and sometimes Lu Yuan even pretended to be inexplicably forced himself to not know.

But now it's different. Now Lu Yuan feels that he is very active in pretending to be coercive, and he has that kind of independent control.

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

"Onadarkdeserthighway,

Driving on a dark desert road

coolwindinmyhair...

The cool breeze blows my hair..."

James opened his eyes!

This is not a melody, nor a tune, it is really a song, and it is an English song.

Wang Jinxue was also in a daze in her beautiful eyes, she stared at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan's voice was very hoarse, and there was a sense of vicissitudes that did not fit his age in the hoarseness. Inexplicably, Wang Jinxue felt that this young young man who seemed to be young had gone through many things like a wandering singer.

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.

In the moonlight...

Lu Yuan smiled. He really wanted to pretend to be forced to make up for the regret that he had not pretended to be forced.

But at this moment Lu Yuan realized that he was indeed immersed in the memory of this song...

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

The feeling of trying to pretend to be forced has slowly disappeared. It has gradually become the emotion of trying hard but not being recognized, and ultimately losing to the cruel reality. Of course, this emotion also contains the emotion that even Lu Yuan himself can't explain. Complaint.

He is a born singer.

More than one person has commented on him this way.

It is easy for him to be emotional when singing.

In fact, whether it is English songs or Chinese songs, the classics are always indelible. They will only keep marking the depths of your soul, making you always infected by this soul...

Not long after Lu Yuan spoke, the piano music not far away stopped.

"Is anyone singing?"

"over there……"

"It sounds good, let's go and take a look."

"it is good!"

"It seems to be a yellow race, is it an RB person?"

"No, he should be a Chinese."

"Huaxia?"

"Correct."

Several people in twos and threes came to Lu Yuan's seat and stopped to watch Lu Yuan.

At the moment, Lu Yuan’s voice echoed in the coffee shop of Nuo University. Although most of them were Spanish, they could hear the emotions in Lu Yuan’s singing even though they could not understand what Lu Yuan was singing.

The emotion is strong, and the picture is full.

James is no longer entangled in whether this is a tune or a song, and he no longer wonders why Lu Yuan, a man who can even speak English very reluctantly, sings English songs, and it sounds very standard.

He just immersed himself in this song and enjoyed it.

"Shegotalotofpretty, prettyboys

She has many beautiful boys.

thatshecallsfriends

She calls it a friend..."

When Lu Yuan's voice became thicker, James heard a strange smell.

In his mind he remembered the scene in his script. The young lady encountered the scene of the priest. It seemed like a simple sentence, but it revealed a degenerate reality...

Anyone can become her friend.

Anyone can enter that room.

Very ironic, but very realistic.

James can guarantee that not many people have read his script, even if these people watch it overnight, it will be kept secret!

So Lu Yuan definitely saw it for the first time today.

I saw this song for the first time today, but I can create such a complete song that even fits perfectly...

What does this show?

James shook his head and became unbelievable. This unbelievability was stronger than Lu Yuan's sudden English song.

At this moment, when he looked at Lu Yuan, he somehow felt that Lu Yuan, a Chinese man, was full of a sense of mystery.

This kind of mystery cools James behind.

"I have seen many geniuses in my life, but no matter which genius is inferior to him, I can even predict that no one can surpass him in the past century...

He remembered Brando's evaluation of Lu Yuan.

At first he thought that Bran would be too old for many years and would inevitably be nonsense...

But now, he suddenly discovered that Brando was right, and even the evaluation of every word was right.

James shook his head.

As for Wang Jinxue, she was silent.

………………………………

More and more people gathered in the cafe.

But it is not noisy and calm.

Everyone stood on the aisle watching this Chinese man singing affectionately...

"Ucancheckoutanytimeulike.

You can check out whenever you want.

butucanneverleave!

But you can never leave..."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes again after singing the last lyrics.

But the guitar sound didn't stop, it was still playing.

The melody is still beautiful and fast.

Everyone was waiting for Lu Yuan to speak again, but Lu Yuan never spoke.

Flick, flick.

After playing the guitar for about two minutes, Lu Yuan opened his eyes.

Eyes opened, notes fell...

Everyone looked at Lu Yuan.

They couldn't believe that the song was over, which made them a little uncomfortable...

Then, the applause resounded like a tide.

This applause shocked Lu Yuan, and then Lu Yuan saw that he was surrounded by people for some time...

"One more song!"

"Come on!"

"do it again!"

"God, can you sing it again?"

There was a burst of screams from the peaceful cafe!

"Mr. Lu Yuan, I want this song, we want it, you make a price! I love you, Mr. Lu Yuan!" James stood up excitedly and ran to Lu Yuan holding Lu Yuan's hand.

His eyes were as hot as seeing the prey, even his ears licked his beard-covered lips, his face flushed slightly...

He squeezed Lu Yuan's hand tightly, even this posture seemed to hug Lu Yuan into his arms.

Lu Yuan's face paled with fright, and the inexplicable chrysanthemum was tight, and he subconsciously avoided a long distance.

"That, Director James..."

"what?"

"Maybe your American culture is very open, and I respect your culture and I am not discriminating against anything, but I am still quite normal. I don't engage in basics... I like beautiful girls..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

"I don't engage in basic studies...No, no, no, I don't engage in basic education. I'm normal. I'm just too excited. I..." When Wang Zhenxue silently translated Lu Yuan's words to James, James was anxious. .