How can there be a night under the seventh chapter? 10

The most angelic in April

Chapter 7 of the Night:Composed by Jay Chou and lyrics written by Huang Junlang, it is a metaphor for the story of Detective Sherlock Holmes in 1983 in a suspenseful tone. The sound of the typewriter hurriedly unveiled, the clues hidden in Holmes's diary, the fusion of classical music and electronic music, Jay Chou's self-talking rap, incarnated as Sherlock Holmes to lead the audience to find the truth of the ** case.

tells the story of a suspenseful Blue Rose murder case, with Jay Chou himself playing the detective, Zhan Yuhao of Nanquan's mother playing the detective's assistant, and Song Jianzhang playing the suspect. The story describes a ** case that happened in a park in the suburbs of London, and the only clues left at the scene were a blue rose in the mouth of the deceased and a suspicious young man who escaped.

The detective and the little assistant started from the blue rose, visited the flower shop, the elderly, and even went to the library to find data, and finally found the café where the suspect worked, and in the process of chasing, the suspect was injured and fled; The two had to go back to the café and ask for the address of the suspect's residence, and find out the truth step by step.

Jay Chou's deliberately lowered hard voice singing method with a ghostly soprano hints at the detective's calmness and madness, and the music is heard Jay Chou singing in falsetto at the end, presenting a rare movie soundtrack pattern in pop**.

At the beginning of the MV, the director designed a movie title, the ** of the murder scene, character introduction, and special effects subtitles; The movie soundtrack is different from the singing version included in **, and Jay Chou wrote a soundtrack that fits the situation for the layout of the plot. Jay Chou made this MV into a MV movie version of more than 7 minutes, which was included in the *** of "Still Fantesi".

The fence of the season, after all, can't lock the stars from turning.

The bell of Christmas Eve will turn again, and the wheel of years will advance again.

Looking back, the ebb and flow of the tide has submerged the footprints of yesterday, and the wind has dried the troubles and sorrows of yesterday.

And I still walk in the hustle and bustle with my own steps, sometimes strong, sometimes confused. Sometimes mature, sometimes still naïve......

Life bears the weight of life, and who is not on the road of life, moving forward through ups and downs.

Then I precipitated the essence of life and slowly tasted the ......

The wind is light and the flowers settle, time steps on the light footprints, and the beauty of the past is rolled up and long. In the last chapter of the night, the sweet fragrance was dissipated.

How many times, looking for the breath of memory into the gap of dreams, looking at the traces of the past: a river of tobacco, a belt of autumn water, across the river to look at the beauty that disappeared in an instant. The yellowed diary is full of foggy and elegant, the years that the pen flips, a certain year, a certain year and a month of repentance, and you are missing in a certain year and month.

The years are as slow as a shuttle, and the light is fleeting.

Looking back, the past year, all the ups and downs are bitter and sweet. The night is full of sleeplessness, listening to the spring words, every day is a new piece, no longer idle, looking at the stars sprinkled with moonlight all the way forward.

This is Guo Jingming's.