"This is a very humanistic stage."

In addition to fans, there were also music critics.

They are not just watching a musical feast, but they are also performing their own jobs.

A music critic looked at the three singers representing three generations on the stage. He could feel the weight of this work and was very impressed that Zhou Yiyang could bring such a work with humanistic care.

"That's true." Another music critic next to him nodded, "But the three of them should be singing together, right? Although it's quite nice to sing to each other like this."

Perhaps because these three people are not participating in the competition and there is no competition, netizens also have very good evaluations of them.

"This song sounds great, and it's the kind of song that has a lot of depth. It's worth recalling over and over again."

"He Lianbei is still awesome. He makes people intoxicated as soon as he opens his mouth. The sword is not old yet!"

"Luo Chen and Ling Hu are really suitable for this kind of songs that don't require much singing skills, and they sang quite well. He Lianbei didn't say anything else, they sang really beautifully, and they all sang in my heart."

"I also really like their song. It doesn't have any treble, transposition, or a particularly gorgeous stage. It's just three men singing, and it's very comfortable."

"This song is very suitable for listening to late at night, and the melody is also very good, so it's not easy to get tired of it."

"Hey, He Lianbei can really handle any style of music. I'm thinking now, how great it would be if he could also participate in our competition. I really look forward to him playing against Moonlight Girl."

"He Lianbei doesn't have the desire to win, so he is not suitable for this competition. For him, winning a world championship is nothing! He should be satisfied if he can hear him singing again."

"Their song is really good. The three of them sang it with completely different feelings, and it fits their identities very well."

At this time, Jin Xiuyu and Ai Xi were sitting in the audience and watching. They were much more relaxed now, completely enjoying the show.

"They are so strong!" Ai Xi opened his mouth, feeling more and more that his bold words about winning the championship sounded funny.

"Well, indeed," Jin Xiuyu nodded: "I know He Lianbei's strength is no worse than Wen Yuan's, and his popularity is higher. Fortunately, he didn't come, otherwise the top two would be locked up."

"It turns out there are so many great singers in China," Ai Xi exclaimed exaggeratedly: "It was just that the publicity was poor in the past, so many people didn't know about it, right?"

"It should be like this." Jin Xiuyu nodded: "Hey, the three of them seem to be singing together!"

At this time, Yue Shao and the four others also looked at the stage expectantly.

You know they have been waiting for this moment for a long time. Who wouldn't want to see these three men singing at the same time!

"Will you be crushed?" Tang Yue suddenly asked immorally.

"Well..." Su Yin suddenly laughed: "I don't think so! Brother Bei is not that kind of person, and their song, even if it is the chorus, is not a particularly exciting type."

While talking, the three of them were already standing together.

He Lianbei stood behind these two young men like a great patriarch, looking at them kindly.

For some reason, many people's eyes became wet after watching this scene.

It's quite a bit like a successor.

Wang Junjun sighed:

"Now that I think about it, we in the Chinese music scene also have successors."

"He Lianbei, Wen Yuan, they will quit one day, but there are still more outstanding juniors emerging."

The girl next to her nodded, quite agreeing with Wang Junjun’s point of view:

"That's true, but Luo Chen and Ling Hu's main focus is on being actors. At this time, if it was a chorus of Moonlight Girls, it would feel more representative."

At this point, several of them laughed.

It's just that this song may have been sung by these three men, so they can sing the vicissitudes of time!

When the three voices came out, all doubts and discussions disappeared.

Because the cooperation between these three people is quite perfect:

[over the hills

Although my head is gray

chatter

The sorrow that time does not give me

Still haven’t seen immortality as I wish

Just lose yourself first

over the hills

Only to find that no one was waiting

chatter

I can never bring back tenderness

Why can’t I remember who gave me a hug last time?

at what time]

Their voices seemed to blend into one, and at that moment, it was like a man who had read a thousand things, lit a cigarette, sat in front of the window, looked at the gray and rainy day, and looked back on the past.

What the audience actually cares about at this moment is not whether the song is good or not.

Because all the techniques actually mean nothing in this song.

They looked at the sentence on the screen, which made people read and ponder over and over again in order to understand the complete lyrics, and their hearts almost twitched together.

Lin Xuan'er no longer knew how to evaluate this song or their performance.

But she knew one thing clearly: Anyone who uses the standard of singing skills to measure this performance, which seems to be reciting in vain, will not understand the song.

At this moment, Father Lin was sitting in the room and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Say," he smiled bitterly. He just felt that this song was so well written, and the lyrics were so penetrating that it made people think of themselves every time they heard it, and then they felt an indescribable helplessness:

"What on earth has Zhou Yiyang been through, so how could he write such lyrics?"

Mother Lin shook her head: "This is talent, and it is really suitable for He Lianbei to sing. I feel now that they are telling stories instead of singing."

"Yes," Father Lin sighed: "Hills, hills, but we never know whether we have already crossed the hills or whether we are actually halfway up the mountain."

"Is that important?" Mother Lin smiled: "Seeing a mountain is not a mountain, there is no difference between the mountainside and the hill."

In fact, when we got here, many foreign netizens could not understand it at all.

Even if this lyric is translated into English, it is difficult for people to understand its essence and true meaning.

But for the domestic audience, they were completely immersed in this performance.

Crossing the hills, with gray heads and no one waiting for you, it is so desolate. However, Helianbei sang a kind of free and easy.

They had to admire this state of mind, but they could also try to find some strength in the midst of confusion and loss.

Until the light on the stage dimmed again, the three of them returned to their original positions and continued what they had done before.

When the three of them finished singing, Wang Xingrui slowly came out of the artistic conception of the song.

Like many viewers, she only had a feeling of unfinished business.

"It sounds really nice," Wang Xingrui sighed: "It just makes me a little sad when I sing it."
Chapter completed!