Chapter 721: Hills

After listening to it, Shen Lingwei sighed convincingly: "Yunhai, if you go to "Singer's Night", it is estimated that the title of King of Singer is definitely in your bag."
Although Zhao Wanqing knows that her husband is reasonable, she still insists: "Sister Wei, don't listen to him fooling around. If you have the ability, just show us one. It's a fake way to talk or not practice."
Xiao Yunhai laughed loudly and said, "Okay, wife, I will convince you today."
After that, Xiao Yunhai came to the piano just now, thought about it, and said, "I'm going to sing a new song called "The Hill". Sister Wei, wife, please give me some advice."
Xiao Yunhai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After feeling that his emotions had fully entered the state, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes blurred, his hands flicked, soft music rang, but Xiao Yunhai He did not sing right away, but said softly in a slightly hoarse voice: "A few days ago, I had a dream and dreamed of my life. In the dream, I gained a lot, but lost more. To Achieving success, I endlessly climbed the mountains and walked through the thorns step by step, but finally found that I had nothing. A "Hill" is given to you, me and him who are still on the road, I hope we can grasp the present, Don't let happiness slip away quietly."
Hearing Xiao Yunhai's very charming monologue, Shen Lingwei whispered to Zhao Wanqing: "Your husband is exaggerating the mood, and wants to use this monologue to narrow the distance between himself and the audience. Great."
Zhao Wanqing nodded and said, "He has used this trick many times, especially when singing Chinese songs. During the competition, I can also use this method to let the audience walk into my world as soon as possible."
Xiao Yunhai's eyes on the stage seemed to fall into a dream, the piano sound became more soothing, and the first lyrics finally came out.
"I want to say but I haven't said a lot,
I save because I want to write a song.
Let people sing softly,
Remember it lightly.
It's worth even if you forget it.
Maybe my thoughts trickle down my life,
By luck, it merged into a river.
Then we have each end,
Looking at the crooked river,
Finally dared to be bold,
Hippie smiley,
Face the difficulties of life. "
When Xiao Yunhai sang the first sentence, the voice filled with endless vicissitudes directly shook Zhao Wanqing and Shen Lingwei.
Shen Lingwei is a talented student at the Washington Conservatory of Music in the United States. Because of her talent, she was hired by Warner Records with a high salary just after graduation.
With her excellent performance, it took less than three years to become the company's deputy director of music.
During her time at Warner Records, she wrote many classic English songs and made several singers popular with her hands. The outstanding singers she met are even more rare, but she has never seen a musician like Xiao Yunhai.
She has heard all the songs that Xiao Yunhai composed before. Whether it is love songs, rock, folk songs, Chinese style, martial arts style, he can sing handily, and his creative ability is even worse.
Today was the first time she listened to Xiao Yunhai's scene, and only the first paragraph attracted her ears. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she would really hardly believe that such a voice full of magnetism and vicissitudes would come from a young man in her twenties.
Different from all previous songs, Xiao Yunhai's singing at this moment gives people a feeling of going through vicissitudes and hardships, full of a sense of picture.
Shen Lingwei sighed softly: "It's so amazing, it's the King of Variety Singers."
Zhao Wanqing obviously did not expect that her most familiar husband would come with such a hand, and even her voice became more contagious, as if she was talking about her life.
This surprised Zhao Wanqing, and at the same time, she calmed down and listened seriously.
"Maybe we are immature,
Haven't known yet,
Almost getting old,
Although the young man is still alive.
I look back frequently because of anxiety,
Asking ignorantly,
Ashamed of calling for help,
Tirelessly climbed over every hill. "
When the song was sung here, Xiao Yunhai's whole body and mind had completely entered it.
The "Mountain" by Li Zongsheng, the godfather of the former singing world, can be said to be full of the vicissitudes of life and helplessness. The lyrics are thick and the artistic conception is profound. It is one of Xiao Yunhai's favorite songs.
Before the chorus of the whole song, Shen Lingwei and Zhao Wanqing were brought into Xiao Yunhai's mood, staring at him unblinkingly.
"Across the hills,
Although his head is white.
chatter,
The sorrow I give is not the time.
I have not yet seen immortality as I wish,
Just lose yourself first.
Over the hills,
Only found that no one was waiting.
chatter,
Can't recall tenderness anymore.
Why can't I remember who gave me the hug last time,
when. "
With the climax, Xiao Yunhai's voice seemed even more helpless and sad.
Zhao Wanqing sighed deeply and said: "Sister Wei, hearing my family's singing, I don't want to participate in the competition anymore, it's too shocking."
Shen Lingwei shook her head and said, "Wan Qing, it doesn’t need to be like that. What we hear now are the songs created and sung by the world’s top musicians, whether it’s singing, emotional or aura, even the ones I saw in America The King of Heaven, no one can compare to him. A genius, really a genius worthy of the name, listening to him live is much better than recording."
Zhao Wanqing's eyes towards Xiao Yunhai were full of love, admiration, and pride. He could convince Shen Lingwei, an arrogant and arrogant musical talented girl, with one song, and several times in the music world, Xiao Yunhai was able to do it.
"I didn't deliberately hide,
I didn't intend to make you sad,
How many times have we been drunk and unhappy.
Cursing that life is too short,
I'm sorry to see you late,
It doesn't matter if the woman is crying makeup.
Unfortunately we are immature,
Haven't known yet,
Is already old.
Tried my best but still didn't understand,
Young people around.
Give yourself a reason,
Teasing to love,
About fate,
Fight back without self-reliance,
Until the dead. \"
In the second paragraph, Xiao Yunhai raised it by half a key, his expression seemed to have entered another world, and his voice was even more hoarse, with a sigh of life sighing, chanting and chanting in a Li Zongsheng style. The artistic conception expressed vividly and vividly, and the feeling of the picture rushed to the face.
"Cross over the hills, although they have turned white.
Talking endlessly, I'm not sad from time to time.
I have not yet seen immortality as I wish,
Just lose yourself first.
After crossing the hills, I found that there was no one waiting~EbookFREE.me~ chattering endlessly, and could no longer call back tenderness.
Why can't I remember who gave me the hug last time,
when.
Over the hills, although the head is white
.......\"
In the last climax, Xiao Yunhai’s voice erupted like a flood bursting a dyke. There was great thunder and unstoppable power, and the mood was extremely sublimated. Zhao Wanqing and Shen Lingwei had all been fascinated by hearing, and their ears were strongly impacted. Force, so that their tears couldn't help but flow out.
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