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Great!
so amazing!
Sounds great!
sounds amazing!
She forced herself to calm down.
"I haven't finished singing..."
"Although Lin Nan's singing is good, Qin Nan's singing should be even better!"
Zhao Xiaoya comforted herself like this.
then……
……
"I was wandering in the world, and I couldn't find your heaven.
Put the east bottle in the west mirror, I wish I could forget it. "
The voice of the young man on the stage suddenly became a little more twisted.
all emotions.
All the emotions that were suppressed before were vented all at once.
That is the obsession with the person you think about and wait for!
That was an expression of all kinds of emotions hidden in the bottom of my heart that could not be concealed!
A tide of emotions rushed over.
Zhao Xiaoya couldn't help trembling all over her body!
"What a beautiful lyrics!"
"Wandering in the world, I can't find her paradise... This is too beautiful!"
"Placing the east bottle and the west mirror is the custom of ancient architecture in Wanzhou. Put the bottle in the east of the living room and the mirror in the west, which means a life of peace (bottle) and tranquility (mirror)... The boy who can write this kind of lyrics has a good understanding of ancient culture. Is it that deep?"
A girl from the Department of Architecture was full of amazement: "Even I only learned about such small details by accident."
"If this song is his original, then he must have spent a lot of effort, and wrote it with an extremely serious and rigorous attitude."
"It's amazing to be able to write such rigorous and romantic lyrics..."
The more the girl talked, the more excited she became.
Her eye sockets even became a little moister all of a sudden.
……
"It's the Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum will be sent to your side.
Sing softly your favorite song. "
Lin Nansheng held the guitar, played it lightly, and sang softly at the same time.
He walks slowly across the stage.
Everyone watched his steps.
That appearance is really like the appearance and posture of mountain climbing during the Qingming Festival.
The boy's voice suddenly and gradually disappeared, leaving behind melodious and melodious guitar sounds.
He paces the stage.
Every step is like stepping on the bottom, the hearts of all the audience.
"The person in all the songs... has that person passed away!"
"Understood, I understand! This is about the love between life and death!"
"On the Qingming rain, the world is wandering, he doesn't see her, only on the mountain in the rain, on the stone tablet in front of the grave, Yin and Yang look at each other..." All of a sudden.
The eye sockets of many girls couldn't help it, and they all turned red.
Zhao Xiaoya was completely speechless.
She just felt her throat...
Throat is a bit dry and hoarse.
This song is in her ear, and it has not been separated for a long time.
every word.
every note.
It was as if they were telling her a story.
This feeling……
This feeling is far stronger than Qin Nan's "Rain in the South"!
……
"There is a qin in the distance, which is ethereal and ethereal, and its sound urges the sky to rain.
Juanjuan told himself what was on his mind. "
After a piece of music.
The boy's singing sounded again.
It is still the same calm and soothing singing voice as at the beginning.
The singing is gentle, without deliberately sensationalizing, and some are just a feeling of talking about the most ordinary things.
But rather...
It happened to be such a very simple voice.
It happened to be this kind of very unintentionally sensational singing.
On the contrary, it made everyone present feel a little sad for no reason.
"I seem to be in the south of the Yangtze River. From the singing, I heard the sound of plum rain."
"Suddenly, I don't know what to say... I liked my deskmate in the third grade of junior high school. She was not very good-looking and had some baby fat, but I liked her very much. I used to think that it was just a hazy love, which couldn't be counted, but it passed. For many years, I still like her."
A boy in black short sleeves and a certain peaked cap.
He looked up at Lin Nan on the stage, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he muttered to himself: "Later, I was sure that I liked her, and I wanted to be with her, so I asked my classmate for her contact information." , but I couldn’t get in touch, so I asked for her address again, mustered up the courage, and went to the community where her home is located to find her.”
"But I didn't expect... Her neighbor told me that she had been dead for four years."
"Well... It was the year she graduated from junior high school, and also the year I graduated from junior high school. It was also at that time that I suddenly realized that... she has left my world for a long time, but I still can't forget her."
The more the boy talked, the more excited he was, tears rolled down his cheeks, and his voice became a little choked up: "Forget...why is it so difficult to forget someone."
"I like her very much, the kind of love that I like very much, but I really want to forget her. If I can't forget her, I will never be able to like anyone else. I am so sad and I am so scared , I am afraid that I will die alone from now on, but I am very entangled, entangled in, if I forget her, then she will be very lonely down here."
"If even I forget her, there will still be people who remember that she has been to this world. I am the proof that she has been to this world. This is something I think I am proud of, but it is also the thing I am most reluctant to throw away, Ah Guo... you Can you, can you meet me again?"
He all at once.
I couldn't cry.
……
"The shadow of the moon is flickering, the fireworks are heavy, and the candles are red.
The old dreams of the world of mortals are all empty. "
Lin Nan stepped forward, raised his head slightly, and looked at the blue sky above his head.
His state of mind is constantly changing along with the singing.
Behind the seemingly calm, casual, and idle singing.
It is the reality that makes Lin Nan feel quite lonely.
There is still some uncontrollable sadness in his singing.
Between the lines of the lyrics and music, there is precipitation from the plum rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the love that cannot be obtained under the Qingming.
That heavy sadness, that love that tried to understate it.
Everything weighed heavily on Lin Nan's heart.
He is singing.
He is also interpreting the life of the person in the song.
Everyone looked at the boy standing on the stage.
They listen to the guitar.
They listened to the boy's song.
now.
Although it is the scorching sun.
however.
Everyone didn't feel too much heat.
"This……"
Sun Cheng was keenly aware of the changing atmosphere around him.
He looked at the boy who was still on the stage with surprise all over his face.
He looked around.
Into the eye.
There are already many people with red eyes.
There were still many people booing and shouting there before.
But now...
The crowd fell silent.
They are all infested.
They all fell into the song.
"Simply using singing, in such a short period of time, all the emotions were conveyed to all the people..."
Sun Cheng's eyes lit up, and his whole body trembled with excitement: "This guy... this guy is simply a genius singer!"
"He will be hot, he will definitely be hot! It is impossible for him not to be hot!"
Sun Cheng's heart beat faster and faster.
There was a sparkle in his eyes looking at Lin Nan.
This is the star of tomorrow they are looking for!
Although the singing skills need to be refined.
But the stage performance is simply perfect!
Paired with that handsome face, coupled with such a terrifying talent!
If this is not popular, there is no reason at all!
Sun Cheng was excited.
The more I think about it, the more excited I get!
Su Youhan stared blankly at Lin Nan over there.
In her heart, she didn't know why, and she would suddenly feel sad.
perhaps……
Maybe it's because other people just heard the sadness in the singing, but Su Youhan really felt Lin Nan's loneliness deeply.
She couldn't help but think back to the back of Lin Nan standing in front of the corridor under the rain curtain in primary school, staring blankly at the heavy rain.
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