The second time I listened to this version of Lu Chen and Xiaohe's "Happy Nong", I took a pen and wrote the road names on the paper one by one while listening, as if this would bring the city back to life. A tiny fly stopped on Qiujiang Road for a long time, focusing and advancing, but unfortunately it could not switch to the real Qiujiang Road. The fly rubbed its front feet and flew away. When I listened to it for the first time, the documentary "China is So Beautiful" has not yet been included in their episode. In the dailies, two people walk around the alleys in Shanghai, and a certain kind of expression often emerges, covering their youthful faces.
There has always been a magical power in reciting names. If the name of the monster is known by the wizard, then when the name is pronounced, it is when it is reluctantly subdued. If people's names are read out one by one, even if it is a sound without ups and downs, it will stand like a tombstone in the melting moonlight. Now, the names of the city streets are pushed out of the water by the sound of the piano, shaking a map open. The lights come on where you sing, that's our city.
In the past two years, Lu Chen and Xiaohe and many people were in the park in Shanghai, and they made a lot of old Shanghai folk songs. I read a story about a Scottish boy working in London who was sent to the depths of the Appalachian Mountains to find ballads, and found a centenarian with songs in a Scottish family. Unfortunately, the old man found out that her family and the young man had a feud. The fledgling lad was sent back to London with her tongue bruised, and his adventures and achievements (he brought the song back) were hailed by the press and, for a time, a role model for historians and adventurers.
Xiaohe went to Shanghai to find folk songs, accompanied by Lu Chen. There was no adventure or glory at all. I guess their motives are simple, just curiosity and reluctance. Curious about the sound of the past, I believe that the magic in the notes will be cast along with the singing, projecting the scene of the past. At the moment when the projector was turned off, the phantom disappeared, and Wan Lai returned to silence.
Curiosity and reluctance are like people who want to eat, have a nest, and preferably have love and partners. Being able to sing together is such a natural need. "Huan Xi Nong" is also a comfortable and natural song. The studio version of the album features female vocals Fan Fan. The rooftop version of Lu Chen and Xiaohe has a nice harmony, including the nights that have passed by quickly over the years, the noisy street noises day and night, and the love that disappears when it falls to the ground like a goblin.
When this song came out in 2013, the crayfish red carpet on Shouning Road and the world of fake antiques on Dongtai Road were probably still there. The road people have not lost their pride. Shanghai is very crowded, not everyone is crowded in front of the Wukang Building, but just the right amount of even crowding. A lot of things are happening everywhere, and there are a lot of people passing by. The sounds and smells of each street are different, stimulating people's senses to sharpen. The city of the marketplace rejects insensitivity and uniformity.
There are many songs in that album, and the names are also long ("Talking about money hurts feelings, talking about feelings hurts money and hurts feelings"), the breath of farewell is ready to come out. The natural movement of the city erases some of the streets and bands, just like the capillaries of man disappear and regenerate all the time. The circus on the top floor, the band that no longer exists, and the lead singer who dances tango is also squatting at home. In the show, he and Xiaohe face the camera, with their backs to the classic position of Waibaidu Bridge. There is a sluice on the water surface not far behind them, and the flow rate of the water will suddenly become faster, stirring up the smell of the river, and it is best seen at sunset.
When I walked from Hongkou to the Bund during the Spring Festival, passing by here was crowded with people. My friend has a lot of firepower, wears short sleeves in winter, and more than one passerby looks at him. He stepped into the picture of someone else's memory. Those people recalled later, will say: "I saw Shanghai people wearing short sleeves in winter".
A moment in history is very long for an individual. Looking back in the past, this moment will change a person. If the road also has memory (that's for sure), it will remember what happened. I remember a spring when the belly was itchy and the weeds grew and nobody cared about it.
I asked Nong:
"May I ask what constellation Nong is?
What song do you like to listen to?
Ask if you want to,
accompany me around Shanghai,
Open Route 11. "