A judge shook his head slightly when he heard the song title.

Nowadays, newcomers without fame and strength always like to mess with originality and try to open the way with originality, but how is it so easy to write a song?

So 99% of the original works of newcomers are rubbish.

"Haha, he actually sings original?"

"In the past, Lin Nan's original works were very bad, but I didn't expect that he would still dare to sing original works today."

"Others sing popular songs that have been tested by the market. Could it be that he thought that his original song could be better than popular songs that have become popular?"

"I see, Brother Nan, you have completely given up on this game."

There was another burst of laughter in the audience.

Several of Lin Nan's fans were still holding banners stubbornly, but at this time, they lost the momentum of quarreling again.

They were also a little disappointed.

"I thought Nan Ge could sing popular songs..."

The cute little girl with a round face suddenly became a little dejected.

"If Brother Nan is not original, it will still sound very nice, it will be original..."

Fans were also a little disappointed with Lin Nan.

They like Lin Nan's singing, but from the point of view of originality, Lin Nan's strength is really not good.

This made fans not confident to argue with others.

"Nanshan South?"

I am leaning slightly against the back row.

Ling Xin, who was originally looking at the information, heard the sound, raised her head, and looked at the stage: "The name of this song is interesting."

On the stage, Lin Nan, who had finally adjusted his guitar and emotions, moved forward slightly, closed his eyes, and sank into the world of music.

Thunder...

The first guitar sounded, and the sound was crisp and sweet.

Then, the lights in the audience, one after another, instantly focused on Lin Nan's body.

"Tsk, it's still pretty good."

"I look like a very good singer. If I hadn't known his background, I would have been deceived by him."

Many people laughed out loud.

When the little fans heard their words, they looked aggrieved, but they couldn't refute it.

"This person is a little singer who I just terminated my contract. He claims to be an original singer, but his songs are really bad." Liu Baohua next to him found an opportunity and looked at Ling Xin happily: "Don't have any expectations for him."

Ling Xin looked at him and frowned slightly.

The two belong to different record companies, each with their own masters. Ling Qianxin has a short time in the industry, has little experience, and is beautiful, and is always harassed by all kinds of people.

"I have something to do, let's go first."

Ling Quanxin nodded, as polite, then got up and was about to leave.

She doesn't like Liu Baohua, but she doesn't deny Liu Baohua's professional qualities.

A song he said was not good is probably really bad.

She basically finished watching the singers in this scene, and none of them felt satisfied.

Before Ling Xin closed the door, she took a last look at the boy on the stage.

It's a pity that his eyebrows are clear and beautiful.

...

...

"You are in the bright sun in the south, and it is snowing heavily."

Lin Nan's slightly sad voice, mixed with a bit of hesitation, appeared instantly, and fell like a bullet, pierced the hearts of countless people present.

Ling Qianxin, who had only a gap left to close the door, paused and felt a stern.

The audience who did not expect Lin Nan were all stunned.

The disappointed little fan raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the stage.

Melody and lyrics…

Although it has just begun, but...

It sounds unexpectedly good?

"I was in the cold night in the north, and all seasons were like spring."

"If it's too late before dark, I'll forget your eyes."

"I can't finish a dream for a lifetime."

The closed door was pushed open by her again.

She stood in front of the gate and looked at the figure on the stage in the distance.

The audience who responded with contempt all restrained their disdain and ridicule.

On the contrary, he became more and more surprised.

The little fan who had already planned to close the banner was stunned when he heard the sound.

Come back to your senses.

She raised her hand again and raised the banner high.

The cute little girl with a round face stared wide and looked disbelief.

Good sound!

Our south and south actually...

So awesome!

Her little face was filled with excitement.

"In the bright sun in the south, heavy snow is flying."

"In the cold night in the north, all seasons are like spring!"

Ling Quanxin chewed the lyrics of the opening two lines in her mind, full of charm, and with the boy's vicissitudes and sad voice, she couldn't move away in an instant.

The judge who was already impatient and was about to finish work and thought about what to eat later also sat up straight, turned his eyes to the stage, and looked surprised.

Even Liu Baohua, who had been disdainful of Lin Nan before, had a fat body trembled.

The audience's eyes were all focused on the boy on the stage!

"Whoever he talks about the island he meets,"

"Because my heart is already deserted."

"He can't hold another home in his heart."

"Be a mute who only lies to yourself."

Lin Nan was completely immersed in his own world. When Lin Nan sang the song Nanshan Nan, two people seemed to appear in his mind.

A boy and a girl he has been secretly in love with for a long time.

For various reasons, boys and girls finally couldn't get together.

In order to fulfill her happiness, the boy also told a kind lie, just like the sing of "a mute who only talks to himself", deceiving himself.

Deep in Ling Quanxin's heart, she suddenly felt like she was plucked by someone. The feeling of singing the lyrics was clearly the voice of her during this period, and perhaps the voice of most young people who are carrying the burden on their way forward in this era.

"Sometimes the world is big, but I am very lonely, like living on a deserted island, no one telling their emotions, no one listening..."

Ling Yunxin looked at the boy on the stage, and felt a little distressed for a moment: "But why... he is so young, how could he have such a deep understanding of life."

All around, completely quiet.

They listened to the tune of the guitar and the vicissitudes and sad voice of the young man, cleansing their hearts.

"He said you are any beauty that is praised by others,"

"Not as good as the first time he met you."

"Time survives and has nothing to do."

“If all the land is connected,

"Let's go on a lifetime just to embrace you."

"Get drunk on his dream, good night."

The ups and downs, the melodious tune, the melodious singing, the faint loneliness, and the figure that looked particularly lonely and cold on the stage of the young man.
To be continued...