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[191] Farewell
Didn't show up?
The beautiful host was stunned for a moment, and her eyes lit up: "Student Ye, are you going to sing an original song?"
Ye Xuan was noncommittal, and was already tuning a guitar.
Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed at first, this is really the rhythm of singing an original song!
But then they were a little confused, original songs, can this work? It won't be hard to hear!
The two sisters, Xiao Chuqing and Xiao Fei'er, looked at Ye Xuan who was concentrating on tuning the piano on the stage, and couldn't help being infatuated, especially Xiao Chuqing, who was already in tears.
No matter what Ye Xuan sang, it was the most beautiful in their hearts.
However, Ye Xuan completely annoyed Chu Jiangchuan's supporters, as well as the fans of the song "Sorrowful of Liren".
"Hmph, being handsome doesn't mean you can sing well!"
"Yeah, when it comes to singing, our Jiang Chuan is the most listenable. I didn't see that scout has been pestering our Jiang Chuan!"
"That's right, I also support Senior Chu."
Chu Jiangchuan still has a lot of supporters in Kunshi No. 1 Middle School, and they all attacked Ye Xuan one after another, hum, let you say that the song chosen by our senior Chu is stupid!
"The song "Sorrows from People" is very nice!"
"We only listen to the melody and tune, regardless of whether the words are written with artistic conception or not."
"That's right! You still want original songs, hehe, and you're not afraid of the wind blowing your waist."
"Can he write an original song that sounds better than "Li Ren Sorrow"? A joke!"
"The Sorrow of Liren" can become popular, and naturally there are many fans who support it. At this moment, they glared at Xuanzun on the stage, ready to see Ye Xuan make a fool of himself.
The beautiful host quickly asked: "Student Ye, I wonder what kind of song you want to sing?"
"Song, I haven't figured this out yet."
Ye Xuan said arrogantly while pulling the strings of the guitar.
"" The beautiful host is about to go crazy: "Brother, are you a tease invited by a monkey?"
Ye Xuan nodded, expressing deep agreement: "If I'm funny, who is the monkey?"
Poof!
Some students who understood, smiled unkindly.
Nima, doesn't this mean that Chu Jiangchuan is a monkey!
Chu Jiangchuan's female fans quit, and glared at the host on stage one by one, making the latter's face turn green.
And Chu Jiangchuan himself is about to explode. If it weren't for the crowds here, he would have cursed if he wanted to maintain his handsome image. Fortunately, his fans still defend him very much.
At this time, after Ye Xuan tuned the piano, he held the guitar and stood in the center of the stage.
There were one after another in the audience, and there were boos and ridicules from time to time.
"What are you singing about?" Ye Xuan said to himself, the original song was called "Sorrow from People"?
Leave people? worry?
Who in the world can feel Liren's sorrow better than Xuanzun?
Suddenly he thought of a song in his mind. Looking at the dim clouds in the sky, his eyes were deep and far away: "I give you a piece of "Farewell"! I hope you like it."
"Farewell" is a poem written by Li Shutong for Ye Xuan, the eighth generation.
In the winter of that year, there was heavy snowfall, and old Shanghai was bleak at that time. Seeing how difficult the people's livelihood was, Ye Xuan made a great wish to save the people from the fire and water.
He packed his bags, bid farewell to his good friend Li Shutong, and said, "Brother Shutong, the national crisis is at stake, and we will meet later."
As he spoke, he waved goodbye and didn't even enter his friend's house.
Later, Ye Xuan found out that after he left, Li Shutong stood in the snow for an entire hour looking at the back of his old friend going away, and didn't even hear his wife's cry many times. Afterwards, Li Shutong returned to the house and closed the door , asked Miss Ye Zi to play the piano, and he wrote down with tears: Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky I ask you when you will come here, and don't hesitate when you come.
Later, Ye Xuan composed the song, and it has been circulated several times. In the new era, it will be sung by an artist named Pu Shu, but because of Ye Xuan's butterfly wings, Pu Shu did not appear.
Therefore, now Ye Xuan can only sing in person!
"Farewell? Send your sister off! This name is not at the same level as Li Renchou."
"The name of such an idiot must be ugly!"
Some students discussed quietly.
"YesA bumpkin! How is he still alive? "
Tang Qingya pursed her lips, a shadow flashed in her eyes, and then looked at Xiao Chuqing who was beside her, extremely surprised:
"Can this hillbilly sing?"
Xiao Chuqing shook her head, "I don't know, but if he dares to take the stage, he must be sure."
I don't know when, the image of Ye Xuan in her heart became extremely high.
"I think he is pretending to be aggressive." Tang Qingya said with disdain.
At this moment, Ye Xuan's whole body's temperament changed suddenly, and his whole body was filled with an aura of vicissitudes and sadness, and his eyes showed loneliness and desolation.
People who were familiar with Ye Xuan changed their faces wildly. At this moment, Ye Xuan gave them the feeling that he was a different person, and his temperament became completely different. The former Ye Xuan gave people the feeling of a mountain, with no one in his eyes, and rebellious.
Now it is like the blue sea, deep and vast, melancholy and vicissitudes.
His slender jade-like palms plucked up and down the strings, and the beautiful melody spread throughout the playground through the microphone.
"This voice"
Everyone was shocked, and Tang Qingya trembled slightly, "This guitar is played well, did he really compose this piece himself?"
Looking at the young man in white who was playing the guitar under the light, Xiao Chuqing's eyes were full of fascination. She also studied music herself, so of course she could feel that Ye Xuan's intonation was excellent.
"Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky. The evening wind blows the sound of the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of friends are scattered. A pot of turbid wine is enough to make me happy, don't dream of cold tonight.
Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky. I ask you when you will come here, and don't linger when you come. "
This opening made everyone kneel down! The whole audience held their breath, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen. Everyone was listening quietly.
His voice is too layered, as if it contains an unresolved sadness, sometimes low, sometimes high, when it is low, everyone's heart falls to the bottom, and when it is high, everyone seems to climb up mountain top.
This is simply a gluttonous feast of sound!
At this moment, there was only one voice in the audience, and everyone was deeply impressed by the young man singing affectionately on the stage.
This is the real singing, the tune sung with soul, it's awesome!
Comparing with Ye Xuanyi, what Chu Jiangchuan sang is like shit, throwing it into the garbage dump, the flies would hate it and be disgusting.
"How can it be?"
The proud Chu Jiangchuan, who was able to go to heaven, was like a mourner. He lost. Compared with Ye Xuan, his singing voice was simply unbearable, and he felt a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness in his heart! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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