Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to "Ms. Dong", it is much easier to recall "Wild Zi". After all, it is one of his favorite songs. With the help of lv4's composition skills, they can be played on the spot.

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As soon as the prelude came out, everyone present was confused.

Not only have I never heard of the song title, but I feel that this melody is not very familiar with it.

Anyway, it's just a little strange.

Pan Zi and Mangzi on the stage, together with Zhang Ming, were confused.

Jiang Chengwen spoke softly and sang: "Why is the more violent the wind is, the more my heart is..."

"It's like a trace of dust, dancing freely in the wind."

"I want to hold the firm but drifting courage in my hands."

"I will become a giant, step on my strength... step on my dream."

Han Jing tried her best to squeeze into the front row. Her hair was a little messy. When she raised her hand, she heard Jiang Chengwen's soft voice coming into her ears.

The soothing voice, coupled with the boy who was playing solo with his eyes closed on the stage, gave people a fierce impact in an instant.

"Why is the more violent the wind is, the more my heart is."

"It's like a trace of sand, dancing lightly with the wind."

"I want to keep the courage to hold it deep in my heart, but also to be a small one."

"Always walk in the direction of the strong wind."

Han Jing was not only stunned, but under that voice, she felt a trembling in her heart.

At the beginning, it was easy, with only a few tail sounds slightly unrestrained, and it felt as quiet as a virgin. It was like dust and sand dissipating, dancing freely.

free……

Under the chanting of the boy on that stage, freedom seemed to condense into a smell, which was transmitted into the heart and taste buds through his ears.

However, at the next moment, a breath came through the microphone.

"call……"

Jiang Chengwen on the stage suddenly opened his eyes and sang loudly: "Blow, blow, my pride and indulge!"

"Blow it, blow it won't ruin my pure garden."

...

Suddenly, chanting loudly, unrestly, free and strong, outlined the image of a wild child growing wildly in everyone's minds.

At that moment, Han Jing was stunned.

The music brings resonance, and she is like this song.

Like a savage child.

Jiang Chengwen's voice was raised again, and the guitar in his hand became more and more vigorous.

"Let the wind blow, let it mess up, it's me that can't be destroyed..."

“Outlook at the end!!”

"Blow it, blow it, I'm not afraid of barefoot!"

"Blow it, it doesn't matter if it disturbs me!"

"Look at me, I'm smiling bravely!"

"Look, I'm going bravely...waving..."

As Han Jing listened, she didn't notice that her eyes suddenly turned red, tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn't feel anything.

The singing seemed to be free and easy, as if it was scattering.

But is that really the case?

A person who is straying wildly with dark power, no matter how big his heart or how high his energy is, she is still lonely.

Lonely people are prone to self-comfort and tend to want to become radiant. It is difficult for them to find the meaning of their own existence.

It's like her, she was the same.

Living in the darkness, she finally found a trace of light.

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, and the guitar swept in his hand slowed down.

Guitarist, bassist, drummer.

The three of them stood on the stage, looking at Jiang Chengwen in front of them with a little dazed look.

A moment of sadness, a moment of admiration.

‘Is it the singing self?’

Somehow, Pan Zi suddenly wanted to light a cigarette.

‘It seems like there are many people singing again.’

People who are wild in this world, memories come to my mind. They are all people who grow wildly in this world...

This time, it was a bit abnormal.

No one cheered in the audience. They were all listening to the song quietly. Under the high notes, they felt their scalp numb, not shock, but stimulation from their hearts.

Never thought that such a song could make people outline a picture in their minds so easily.

Wild children are like grass and wind...

"Why is the more violent the wind, the more my heart is, and it is like a trace of sand, dancing lightly with the wind..."

As the melodious guitar sound came into his ears, Jiang Chengwen spoke and continued to sing, while also closing his eyes.

That kind of free and easy soothing stimulates people's minds.

This extraordinary song is impressed by people's hearts.

Introduce deep thought, induce resonance, and return to a sense of loneliness that has lasted forever.

"Always walk towards the direction of the strong wind..."

Jiang Chengwen opened his eyes and swept the strings in his hand.

His voice rose.

"Blow and blow, my pride and indulgence, blow and blow, I can't destroy my pure garden, let the wind blow, let it mess up, and if it is destroyed is my outlook at the end!!"

"Blow and blow, I'm not afraid of barefoot; blow and blow, it doesn't matter to disturb me!"

"Look at me, I'm smiling bravely!"

"Look, I'm waving bravely!"

This is the song that Jiang Chengwen remembers the most. At some moments, it also symbolizes himself. During those lonely and ordinary days, this song also accompanied him for a long journey.

"Is it you? I will give me a heart and let me move forward bravely."

"It's you, you will give me a light window so that I can't be afraid."

Jiang Chengwen's voice was raised again, and the guitar in his hand was sweeping harder and harder.

"Blow and blow, my pride and indulge!"

"Blow it, blow it won't ruin my pure garden!"

"Let the wind blow, let it mess up, it's me if it's destroyed!!!"

“Outlook at the end!!”

His voice rose again, and the guitar's sweeping sound became chaotic at this moment.

The clanging voice was a bit messy, but it didn't seem harsh, but it gave everyone a feeling--'It should be messy!'

"Blow it, blow it, I'm not afraid of barefoot!!"

"Blow it, it doesn't matter if it disturbs me!"

"Look at me, I'm smiling bravely!!!"

Jiang Chengwen curled up, his voice almost came out with a roar. He even forgot what his singing skills were.

Many times, the emotions contained in music can exceed singing skills, such as Yao Shisan, and Second Brother, all kinds of...

This kind of emotional stimulation is more exciting than deep singing skills.

"Look, I'm waving bravely!"

Jiang Chengwen swept the strings violently, and with a click, the guitar in his hand broke a string.
To be continued...