As the music sounded, Liu Xinyue sang this touching song with great emotion.
"Thinking about your back, I feel the tenacity; touching your hands, I feel the hardship..."
As soon as Liu Xinyue's voice came out, the heads of all the audience including the judges buzzed, and they were brought into the artistic conception of the song almost at the same time, and the familiar figure of her father appeared in their minds.
With his warm smile and kind face, his father worked hard for life. No matter how hard or tired he was, when he got home, he would hold himself in his arms, lift it above his head, and give himself the most sincere love. No matter how hard life was, he would always be there.
Receive it with a smile and face it.
Gradually, my father got older, wrinkles appeared around his eyes, gray hair grew on his temples, and his tall and straight body became no longer tall. He also became cautious when talking to himself, for fear of upsetting his children, and he was afraid of making his children unhappy.
When I became bored, my biggest hope every day became that my children could come home often and cook their favorite meals when they were young.
It's a pity that such a simple wish is so difficult to realize. My father is silently watching at home, looking at what he is doing.
There are also some people whose father has left them forever. The home without their father no longer feels like a home. The happy time they spent with their father when they were children has now become an eternal pain in their hearts, which makes people dare not think about it.
, dare not recall it.
At this moment, almost everyone wanted to return to their father's side immediately, just like they did when they were children, snuggling in their father's arms, acting coquettishly and playing happily with their father.
It's just that all of this can never go back.
Unknowingly, people's faces were covered with tears and they were immersed in deep memories.
Liu Xinyue's eyes were always gazing affectionately at the Liushan Mountain below, with tears silently falling down her face. Her mind was full of pictures of her father riding a bicycle and playing happily with her when she was a child. For a moment, her heart felt like a knife.
Cut.
"I have not done enough to be your son and daughter in this life. I beg you, please be my father in the next life... my old father!"
Liu Xinyue finished her song, gently wiped the tears from her face, and bowed deeply to the judges and audience to thank her.
quiet!
The entire stadium was eerily silent, you could almost hear a pin drop.
Everyone burst into tears, immersed in their feelings for their father, feeling grateful, guilty, regretful, or deeply saddened. They were so deep that they couldn't extricate themselves.
"My performance is over, thank you all!"
Liu Xinyue's words were like a thunder, awakening everyone from their artistic conception.
After a brief silence.
"Okay, you sang so well!"
"This is the most touching song I have ever heard. Woo hoo hoo, it made me cry..."
"I miss my dad, I want to go home..."
The entire audience stood up and applauded Liu Xinyue desperately. Many people even took out their phones and called their father...
The judges also stood up silently, with tears on their faces, and clapped their hands without saying a word. They were deeply affected in their hearts.
The endless applause lasted for four or five minutes. After the host Li Yue repeatedly signaled, it gradually subsided. People wiped their tears and sat down. They thought of their old father who was silently watching at home, and they all felt inexplicable.
There was a heaviness.
Backstage, Zhen Shuang had tears on her face and her mouth was open. Her first thought when she woke up was, Liu Xinyue sang well, great!
But then, she realized that Liu Xinyue's singing shocked almost everyone. She wouldn't take away her championship, right?
Zhen Shuang couldn't help but feel worried for a while.
But soon, Zhen Shuang felt relieved again, and a sneer could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.
So what if you sing well? If there are many people who sing well, can they all win the championship?
I have bribed almost all the judges, and I have already been chosen as the champion. No matter how good Liu Xinyue sings, do you still have to get behind me?
"Hey!" Zhen Shuang pouted and sat leisurely on the sofa, looking content and content.
Not far away from Zhen Shuang, Luo Feng was completely stunned at this moment.
"Yue Gong Xianyin, Yue Gong Xianyin, who is much more pure than Master, who is she?" On Luo Feng's face, besides shock, there was more fear.
"They must be senior members of the master's sect. They must have a much higher status than Master. They must have also discovered the passage and chased it all the way."
"Oh, no!" Luo Feng was shocked, "Before I sang on stage, Liu Xinyue must have discovered me. Maybe as soon as the Qingge Competition is over, I will be captured and taken back to betray the family.
Punishment for the crime!”
"No, I have to run away quickly, tell Brother Yong about this, and then hide quickly."
Thinking of this, Luo Feng stood up and ran outside in a panic.
"Ouch." Luo Feng ran to the door. Without noticing, Luo Feng bumped directly into Liu Jun, knocking Liu Jun, an old man, onto his back.
"You are sick!" Liu Jun got up and cursed angrily.
However, how could Luo Feng care about him now? He was so frightened that he peeed and stumbled away without a trace.
On the stage, Liu Xinyue looked at Liu Shan who had no reaction at all, and suddenly felt sad.
"It failed. My father didn't respond at all. My father didn't hear my singing. My father didn't hear me..." Liu Xinyue suddenly felt a surge of despair in her heart. Her face that she had just wiped clean was suddenly wet with tears.
"Old man, my daughter sang so well. The whole audience and the judges were all moved. I cried so much that I couldn't stop crying. However, my daughter sang this song to you. How could you
Why don't you wake up and listen." Zhao Fang held Liu Shan's hand and burst into tears.
"Dad..." Liu Xinqing threw herself in front of Liu Shan, her mouth tightened, and her tears fell down.
Lin Hai watched from the side, his brows furrowed tightly, and he felt disappointed in his heart.
Liu Xinyue's singing before, but even he, who knew the fairy music of the Moon Palace, was moved. He was immersed in the artistic conception of the singing, which showed how powerful Liu Xinyue's singing was.
But even so, Liu Shan didn't wake up. Lin Hai really didn't know how to wake up Liu Shan.
For a time, Lin Hai was irritable and depressed.
He had promised Liu Xinyue from the beginning that he could save her father, and even made it a condition for Liu Xinyue to be his woman.
Although it was a joke at the beginning, in the end, Liu Xinyue did become his girlfriend.
Now that he couldn't save Liu Shan, how could he face Liu Xinyue and her family?
"Now, all the judges, please rate Liu Xinyue!" At this time, the host Li Yue suddenly spoke towards the judges' seat.
As soon as she finished speaking, except for Zhao Ying who gave the score cleanly, the other judges were in a dilemma.
They were all greeted by Ye Ziming, not to mention those old guys. They were very happy to be served by Zhen Shuang in bed. According to the plan, they wanted Zhen Shuang to win the championship.
However, Liu Xinyue's singing was so good that it was obvious to all.
If her score was really lower than Zhen Shuang's, there would probably be public outrage on the spot.
How can this be good?
These judges couldn't help but exchange glances with each other, and even those who were very close came together to whisper.
After a short exchange, several judges finally reached a consensus.
My group has more or less taken advantage of Ye Ziming and Zhen Shuang. If I don't give Zhen Shuang the championship, I really can't explain it.
As for offending the public? These judges smiled disdainfully and said it was offending. A group of ordinary people could still turn the world upside down.
Even if there is a conflict, wouldn't it be possible for Ye Ziming's strength to deal with these people?
No need to worry at all!
Thinking of this, these judges picked up the signature pens in their hands and pointed them towards the bright score board.