Mr. Lu Yu

Chunfeng is a careless girl, except for blowing a spring wind.

Mr. Lu first learned about "Spring Breeze" when he was six years old, when he was still called a deer.

That spring, Liu packed the whole city. Mother took the deer out of the "Shili" coffee shop and soon found that the deer had a whole piece of red pox. A week later, the deer took medicine on time and hid in the room every day to avoid the catkins blown all over the sky by the spring breeze.

"Mom, what is that white thing flying all over the sky?"

"Deer, that's catkin."

"Then why does it fly around this season?"

Because of the spring breeze.

At the age of twenty-four, Mr. Lu graduated from an ordinary university and came to Ann alone with a diploma that was not very valuable.

Teacher Lu's university, like most boys who love literature and art, spent half a year playing guitar and went to Yunnan for a whole summer vacation. When I came back, I cried in the dormitory and chatted with a strange-looking and unshaven uncle Bing in the big icehouse in Yunnan all night. Then I became fascinated with photography and ran with an unknown crew for two months.

Mr. Lu first met Ann in a spring rain. I stood alone at the nearest intersection to the Drum Tower and carried a "Lee's Guitar". Everyone laughed at him when I was in college. An unknown student can't get a "Lee Guitar". He must have been cheated by the man who sold him. But Mr. Lu still calls himself "Li Guitar".

Seeing that the spring rain kept going underground, Mr. Lu simply hid in the underground square of Angulou and couldn't get out. At ten o'clock in the evening, the people in the underground square began to decrease gradually. A girl with generous clothes, light makeup and ponytail began to sob slowly at a distance of more than ten meters from Mr. Lu. The stream of people is getting smaller and smaller, but the girl's crying is getting louder and louder.

Mr. Lu is a warm-hearted man. College students always look for him, so that college students agree that sheep are far less docile than deer.

Lu leisurely walked over and patted the girl on the shoulder and asked:

"What's the matter with you, miss?"

The girl coloured deeply:

"Who are you talking about? Who are you talking about? You are just a young lady! "

Mr. Lu was surprised at first. He gave birth to a fierce girl. Before Mr. Lu could speak again, the girl went on to say:

"My grandmother, love origami cranes, lost. She is short, with gray hair and a long jacket with black and white stripes. Have you seen her? "

Mr. Lu wanted to think and replied:

"no"

The girl began to cry again, and passers-by looked at Mr. Lu and the girl intentionally or unintentionally. Mr. Lu began to become embarrassed, but the girl hugged Mr. Lu's thigh and shouted, "You must help me. Don't go. "

Such a hug, people began to gather, some pointing, some whispering, waiting for people to listen to Qingyuan Committee members, dispersed in a hubbub.

In fact, the human heart is the most terrible, just like the neon lights on the street in front of Mr. Lu. It is not clear whether this neon is the beauty of floating glass on the surface or the plunder, filth and greed behind it.

Mr. Lu picked up the girl and pulled her to start looking for a nearby police station. Before entering the police station, I saw an old man with gray hair and black and white stripes standing at the door. The girl skipped over to the old man and grinned.

"Grandma, where have you been? I can't find you. Don't scare me. "

Mr. Lu watched the two embrace together and planned to turn around and leave.

"Hey, kind man, won't you take us home?"

Mr. Lu looked at the girl in front of him and suddenly remembered the movie "The Love of a Pure Son". In the movie, Chunjiao said that she didn't like Zhang Zhiming, but in the end she just lived like Zhang Zhiming. For an instant, Mr. Lu felt that she looked like Chunjiao in front of him, but he couldn't tell where she looked like. Maybe it's her big shiny eyes.

I sent my grandmother home, washed her, and sat by the bed and told her bedtime stories. All this was staged in front of Teacher Lu.

When the night outside was dark and completely faded, the girl pushed away Mr. Lu, who was wandering on the edge of sleepiness:

"Hey, let's have dinner. It's my treat. "

Oh, oh, great. Mr. Lu obviously only responded to all this. That story just flashed in Mr. Lu's mind like a scene.

The rain continued, and the street lamps on the roadside were dazzling, turning out of the unique alleys of Xi' an, and suddenly fell into a unique silence. The girl stopped:

"Are you really not very talkative? Silence is cool, right? "

"I don't know your name yet," Mr. Lu interrupted the girl.

"Ah, my name is Feng Chun, a native of Xi. Mr. Lu replied, "My name is Lu, and I have known you since I first arrived in An."

They came to the side street and opened the door of a shop. Just push a person straight to Mr. Lu's chest.

"Are people in Xi 'an so busy?" Mr. Lu asked. At this time, the spring breeze lowered its head and scraped off a few mutton buns left in the bowl.

Wipe your mouth and answer: "not really, I am sometimes slow." What are you doing in Xi 'an? "

"Work."

"Is there a place to live? Go to my house. "

Mr. Lu was taken aback.

"Your ya of, want to what! I rented it upstairs. "

Said the spring breeze bowed his head, cheeks slightly red.

Pushing open the door, they walked into midnight. The spring breeze is blowing, and it's a little cold. But Mr. Lu shivered and there was only one customer left in the barber shop next to him.

"That is the master's habit. He will wait until this time every month on this day, probably because of the people in a story. "

The spring breeze looked at Lu Chuan and said.

Mr. Lu turned his head and focused on the black speaker at the door. There's Toni. S zebra, zebra, sing "You are red from the south".

Spring breeze asked:

Do you like folk songs?

Mr. Lu nodded. "Every ballad has a story."

Spring breeze shook his head: "There are not so many stories, but you still can't let go of one person in your heart, and there are still things you are still worried about."

When he got home, Mr. Lu went straight to the second floor with his guitar and suitcase on the first floor.

In early spring, the sky is mostly blue. When Mr. Lu opened his eyes, the sun just fell on his face through the window. Someone just knocked at the door from the first floor after washing.

"Mr Lu, breakfast is ready. Would you like some? "

Hearing this, Mr. Lu unconsciously moved his intestines a few times.

"Ok, I will pay extra every month."

I came to the first floor and saw Feng Chun wearing shorts and a tall ponytail, pouring milk into the quilt. Mr. Lu is a little afraid of getting involved with that girl yesterday.

Visiting the furniture in the house, most of them are unknown brands, but they are scattered. The bookcase stands in front of the far wall, with a stack of records on the top floor. Mr. Lu recognized the "Beyond" band on the left and the "Red" band on the right. There are several books that are not too thick or too thin in the middle, and there are two records occasionally in the middle. The label of the record says "BM", "NF", "BF" and "CL", which is a bit strange to read. There are several green plants on the windowsill with oblique sunlight. Mr. Lu glanced at them and only recognized "mimosa". Before watching the whole circle, Feng Chun said, "Sit down and eat quickly."

Mr. Lu stared at the table: two fried eggs, two pieces of bread and a glass of milk. I thought it was completely western.

"Is that guitar on your back Li's?" Mr. Lu's train of thought was interrupted, and he replied in surprise: "You are still an expert."

When Mr. Lu listened to the spring breeze, he felt that he was one step closer to success.

Well, I know a little.

Mr. Lu always feels serious or a little worried about folk songs.

After breakfast, Mr. Lu went upstairs to open his suitcase and packed everything in the room, especially with the wooden pendants and photo frames that Mr. Lu carried with him and the guitar at the bedside, the room suddenly felt a little more musical. Turn on the phone and skillfully slide to the mailbox of "Lu Tao Studio":

After discussion in our studio, Mr. Lu's resume and words were loved by everyone. After the video interview, I hope Mr. Lu will join our studio. If Mr. Lu is interested, please come to my studio for an interview on April 12, and look forward to your arrival!

When Mr. Lu first received this message, he thought it was a fraudulent message. He didn't believe it until he opened Baidu to inquire, and then received an email with the official seal of the studio.

Mr. Lu fiddled with his guitar and played a song "Crossing the Ocean to See You". No sooner had I finished singing than someone knocked at the door. Open the door, grandma and Feng Chun are standing in front of the door. "My grandmother likes this song very much. Can you sing it again? "

After singing this song for the second time, grandma said, "Xiao Li's songs are always so affectionate."

When Mr. Lu opened his eyes in the afternoon, the spring breeze was looking at Mr. Lu's face. Suddenly, Lu Chuan opened his eyes and was startled by the spring breeze in front of him:

What are you doing?

(Spring breeze thought, ya, more delicate than girls. )

Answer: "they say that people who love guitar breathe slowly when they sleep." Let me see if this is the case. "

Feng Chun is a careless girl. Grandma said that when she was born, catkins were flying all over the sky, and she was once named "catkins". Waiting for the spring breeze to be bigger is not to say that the "spring breeze" suits you, but also to twist my grandmother to change her name. At that time, Xu Wei's Freedom Like the Wind was often circulated in the mp3 carefully collected by Chunfeng.

Mr. Lu walked out of the house and walked alone on the Second Ring Road when the night began to cover the top of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda. I saw Lanzhou when I went to the roadside convenience store to buy cigarettes. Tony. Mr. Lu's mind began to flash Ms. Dong of S. Skillfully and gently, a Lanzhou fell to the ground. A circle of smoke Buddha passed behind Mr. Lu's ear.

"You don't know when the sanitation workers get up to clean the streets!"

Spring breeze picked up cigarette butts, took a few quick steps, passed by Lu Chuan, turned around and threw them into the trash can not far away.

"Spring breeze, you are a bit like Chunjiao"

"Really? Probably because her name is Chunjiao and my name is Feng Chun. "

"Why do you like folk songs?" Spring breeze then asked.

"Isn't it cool?" Mr. Lu said with a smile.

Just after that, Mr. Lu felt a sharp pain in his arm. The spring breeze man gently held his head high and looked at Mr. Lu with a coquettish look. Before the pain was over, the spring breeze dragged Lu Chuan home. Skillfully opened Mr. Lu's guitar bag and sang "Zebra, Zebra" with a serious expression on his face.

"At that time, we played this song when we passed the barber shop after supper. That was the first song we heard after we met. I often hum that song. The "BM" on my bookcase is a zebra, which I sang myself. "

"BF is the Queen of the North?"

"Well," the spring breeze nodded.

On the morning of April 12, Mr. Lu got up early. Like the other days, he was used to breakfast cooked by the spring breeze and disappeared on the crowded bus in An.

Mr. Lu spent four years in college in a thin bed in a six-person dormitory. Occasionally, I get up in the morning and stand on the balcony and smoke some cigarettes that my roommate threw at the bedside last night.

Mr. Lu doesn't smoke much, but he never smokes the same cigarettes, except Lanzhou.

From little pandas to Su Yan, from special John Bray to Belmont. I met many people in college, and many people who love music got together to talk about things, but the topic finally returned to music. Some people like Cui Jian's "Nothing", some people like to sing Wang Feng's "Life in Full Bloom", some people stay up all night for "Li Qixiang", some people say that "Ten Years" has written down their past, some people are puffed up and some people are silent.

Mr. Lu seldom suffers from insomnia. There is only one thing that makes him suffer from insomnia.

One is Li Zhi. When the song "You left Nanjing, and no one paid attention to me" began to circulate, Mr. Lu would fumble for a cigarette from the bedside, inhale three or five mouthfuls, and then walk silently from the silent balcony to the bedside, tossing and turning, insomnia. The bed board of the dormitory creaks, as if to take away the last thrill of a person living in the world. A few nights after the creak came out, my roommate shouted several times, "What are you doing? Are you playing leisurely and tossing and turning?"

A deep voice reached the dark corridor.

Where's Teacher Lu? Nobody knows.

About a girl, about a good friend, about a story, about a guitar chord conversion is always not smooth, about Mr. Lu can't see the future

It is the spring breeze that causes insomnia. Every spring, when it blows and Liu is all over the city, Mr. Lu never leaves the dormitory. As soon as I get out of the dormitory and touch the catkins, I will get red spots on my body, which makes me feel terrible. I have seen many doctors and taken several remedies, but those famous doctors are not famous, and those remedies are not biased. Mr. Lu simply gave up. Anyway, there are only ten days of catkins floating in a year, and there is no cure for allergies. Just avoid allergens.

There are some things you don't believe, but you have to try, and the result is that you are uncomfortable all over. In fact, thousands of things happen every day, some things you don't have to try, some things you don't have to try, and some things you just run away from.

April mornings are usually comfortable, but people in Xi 'an are in a hurry.

It takes 40 minutes to drive, from a long alley to a downtown area with many high-rise buildings, and it passes through more than half of Xi 'an City. Get off and walk to a golf course, next to several villas, a punk-style building caught Mr. Lu's eye.

Pushing open the door and entering the big room directly, a modified jeep is particularly eye-catching. The front of the jeep is full of guitars, some with strings and some without strings. The words "W, B, H" are written in the lower right corner of each guitar.

"That's the retired guitar that everyone of us has used," said a bearded uncle standing next to Mr. Lu.

"Oh, hello, I'm ..."

"You must be Mr. Lu. We have been waiting for you for a long time. "

"How did you recognize me?"

Uncle pointed to Mr. Lu's guitar.

Mr. Lu is here. Uncle shouted upstairs.

There were five or six people downstairs, and one of them followed the one downstairs in front and said, "Change the tone in the middle."

The first meeting went smoothly, as if it were a gathering of old friends who had known each other for many years.

After lunch, my uncle chatted with Mr. Lu. "Do you know why we accepted you so quickly?"

"Why?"

"Because the lyrics of the song Rainbow and the Sea in the attachment of your resume are very similar to our story."

At dusk, Mr. Lu picked up his guitar and played "An He Bridge". After singing, the discussion and arrangement in the recording studio came to an abrupt end, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"This is my favorite song." The more Mr. Lu talks, the smaller his voice becomes.

"Let him try that song." Spring breeze pushed open the door and said while walking with big bags. Meatballs, fish tofu and fresh fat mutton are all wrapped in those big bags.

"This is the founder sister of our studio", dressed exactly like Mr. Lu and about the same age.

"We have known each other for a few days," Spring Breeze replied.

Okay, so you know each other.

Mr. Lu was embarrassed for a while, adjusted his guitar conveniently, took the music and lyrics handed over by his uncle, and sang a little rusty:

I miss you on the second ring road.

You are on the mountain ten miles away from the spring breeze.

The wind and rain here hit you.

I said all the wines are inferior to yours.

……

Mr. Lu became more and more skilled, and everyone held their breath:

Rub all the spring into one morning.

Turn the unstoppable words into secrets and close the door.

An inexplicable feeling. Who will take it away?

I had to turn the years into songs and stay in the mountains and rivers.

Five or six people are beating their chests, some are holding their heads, and the uncle is holding his fist. Spring Breeze was obviously very excited and hugged Mr. Lu through the guitar.

"This is the melody and sound we have been looking for," Feng Chun choked up.

Mr. Lu read the word carefully. This word has no chord conversion. He just changed a few chords naturally.

That night, the studio smelled of hot pot. Some people explain their wishes, some people say that dreams come true instantly, some people are silent, and a cup of snowflakes is followed by a cup until late at night.

"So, you decided to have me after hearing the attached song, didn't you?"

"hmm." Feng Chun was a little silent after drinking.

"What's the name of that song?"

Ten Miles of Spring Breeze

"So CL in the bookcase at home is this song?"

"I sing, always feel bad. To this day, you are still playing this song. "

"I don't know why." Mr Lu lowered his head and slowed down.

"I know that many things happen for no reason, just like when I mention folk songs, it will become serious. So can that song. Maybe you will meet, so you traveled halfway across China to my studio and met that song. "

Mr. Lu was left behind by the spring breeze, watching the ponytail of the spring breeze swing from side to side with her pace, and suddenly remembered the roommate's sentence: "What are you doing?" What are you doing, tossing and turning? "

At this time, a long-lost blow, for a time, Liu Man's short street. Catkin scraped Mr. Lu's cheek, slipped the tip of his nose and neck, and his body stopped itching. He only smells Xi 'an's unique quiet breath in the middle of the night, which is refreshing.

2015101On October 26th, Lu Xiansen released his first single, Spring Breeze Miles.

I'm Liangcheng Wei Liang 1983. I'm glad to see you.