After Yan He finished explaining the story written by Wei Cheng, he felt deeply in his heart.
It is a story about an old man and his doll.
Is the old man stupid? Of course he is stupid!
It is really stupid to devote his whole life to the silk-stringing show and finally burn the dolls that have accompanied him throughout his life out of anger.
But it is precisely because of this silly energy that the story behind the song seems perfect.
At the same time, Yan He also recalled his past.
Unlike A Ling, Le Zheng Ling can still see her mother at least during the holidays, but Ke Yan and Ke don't get this kind of treatment.
She was raised by her father.
She has never seen her mother since she was a child.
She didn't know where her mother had gone, but every time she mentioned her mother's affairs to Yan Wu, Yan Wu would only gently caress Yan He, who was still a little girl at the time, without answering.
As Yanhe grew up, she no longer asked this question.
Maybe...my mother will never come back, right?
Just like Mo Qingxian's father, his mother may have died during the World War more than ten years ago...
Yan He can still vaguely recall the warmth that embraced him when he was born.
However, this warmth was taken away by the nameless flames of war... just like the dolls were burned to death in the song...
Some people say that at least one of the parents of potential singers is also a potential singer, or has the potential to become a singer. Only then can the potential singers of this generation be born, which is of course the generation of Zhi Yanhe and A Ling.
Since Yan Wu was a powerful warrior, when Yan He saw Tian Yi becoming a singer and the scene of many demon cultists coming towards the academy, he naturally determined where his mother was going.
Thinking of this, although his bright sapphire eyes lost their previous agility, there was a firmness deep in them.
A Ling's mother became a singer, so she should help her mother complete the road she never finished!
Thinking of this, Yan He opened his mouth to sing, as if he were transformed into the puppet jumping into the fire, reciting the story contained in "The Thread Pulling Opera" with a somewhat sad feeling.
"...
You are wrong and I refuse to be right; you are ignorant and I am ignorant.
How can you be willing to let the soup stop the fire in your heart?
If you are withered, I will never wither, and if you are tired, I will not dare to be tired.
What can I use to warm you to a thousand years old?
The wind and snow are faintly white in autumn.
The bright lights wrinkle your eyebrows.
If you shed a tear, I can accompany you when you grow old.
Even if it turns into ashes in the smoke, it will go away perfectly.
The wind and snow are faintly white at the end of autumn."
This time she sang a cappella, and Yan He incorporated her emotions into the singing. Not only herself, but also Tianyi and others as the audience couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.
It's not sad or sad, it's just that in everyone's hearts, some sad memories have been awakened one after another, and the feeling of wanting to be integrated into the singing silently emerges.
"Yanhe..."
Le Zhengling looked at her friend with some worry.
Although this time she perfectly expressed the artistic conception of the song for "The Silk String Opera", as a good friend, A-ling could tell at a glance that something was wrong with Yan He, and she naturally knew that Yan He was thinking of her mother.
Even if she didn't say anything on the surface, she would definitely feel uncomfortable in her heart. Although Yan He had long adapted to a life without maternal love, it didn't mean that she didn't need maternal love. She still felt sad when she thought about it.
Soon, the song ended and everyone fell into silence.
"Yanhe, you don't have any stories from the past, right? It sounds very sad to hear you sing."
The first person to break the silence was Luo Tianyi. The girl was seen blinking her big green eyes like emeralds and breaking the silence with a slightly naughty voice.
These words instantly wiped away the sadness that filled the hall. After coming back to his senses, Yan He smiled slightly and did not explain. Let the past things go by.
"It went very well. I have already mastered the feeling of this song. When I record the song later, I can just sing it like this again. With a few quick moves, I can submit the video today. Many fans can't wait!"
These days, Yan He has only released one song, "Dream Rain". Coupled with the promotion of Wei Cheng and Tian Yi, it has earned her more than 100,000 fans. But she has been busy with other things this week
The thing is, I haven't released a new work for a while. In other words, it's a missing person. Long-term lack of focus will lead to a decline in popularity.
After so many days, it’s a miracle that Yan He’s fans still remain in six figures.
"The lyrics were written by Wei Cheng, the music was drawn by Xinhua, and the music was harmonized by Tianyi...then this song should be considered everyone's work."
After working for a while, Yan He wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and did not think about enjoying this honor alone. After all, thanks to the help of everyone, the song could be completed.
"In that case, just mention it in the production credits. However, I suggest that Wei Cheng's name should not be Lao V, but should be changed to... the leader of women's clothing!"
Luo Tianyi thought about it, and finally glanced at Wei Cheng, the female costumer in the demonstration video, with a naughty smile, and what he said made all the girls laugh.
"Okay! That's it! Don't forget Xiao Moko who produced the PV..."
Therefore, with the concerted efforts of the major members of the band, everyone submitted the produced songs "Silk Opera", "Virtual Boy", and "Dream Whisper" to Station B.
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Go back in time a little bit.
When Yan He opened his mouth to sing the lyrics of "Silk String Opera", Wei Cheng was sitting cross-legged in the room, tempering his bones piece by piece.
Wei Cheng, whose physical body was already much stronger than ordinary warriors, found it not easy to refine his body quickly.
The stronger the body and the harder the bones, which means that the difficulty of tempering will also increase. In other words, although Wei Cheng can have several times the power of the same level after being promoted, the difficulty of his promotion is also higher.
Everyone’s imagination!
The Forest of Sound is an extremely precious opportunity for warriors. Logically speaking, Wei Cheng entered the Forest of Sound, allowing himself to reach the peak in the early stages of experiencing difficulties. He should have passed the next stage long ago, but that was too much.
His strong body prevented him from taking the final step.
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That is the body-refining skill produced in the training system panel: Black Flame Holy Body!
Logically speaking, the Soul Soul Lock can only produce a small amount of black fire, which was originally not enough to support Wei Cheng's body refining. However, when Wei Cheng took out the former Tianyi's promotion to the singer, Ye Shan gave it to him
black ball, and then put the black ball in his arms.
When the black flame passes through the black ball, it will strengthen a little bit. Although the degree of this increase is very small and can be ignored, through Wei Cheng's unremitting strengthening time and time again, the black fire is actually the size of a fingernail from the beginning.
, it became as big as a whole fist!
Looking at the black fire burning silently in his hand, Wei Cheng took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and pressed the flame into his hand in one breath!
Time passes bit by bit.
At this moment, Wei Cheng had a faint black flow underneath his skin, and his entire body slowly emitted an unimaginable high temperature, as if he were an alchemy furnace rather than a normal human body temperature.
Sweat had already soaked the seats, and the whole room even smelled faintly of barbecue. Wei Cheng's face was also shaking constantly, obviously suffering from great pain.
If anyone saw Wei Chen in his current state, they would definitely say that he is crazy!
He actually used the black flame contained in the Soul Soul Lock to refine his body!
Aren't you afraid of burning yourself?
"Hoo! Hoo!"
With heavy breathing, Wei Cheng closed his eyes tightly and carefully felt the black fire flowing inside his body, allowing these black fires to destroy his body while also reshaping his body.
It can be said that Nirvana is reborn. Only when it has experienced destruction, catastrophe, and is on the verge of reaching its limit, can the potential of the human body be stimulated unconsciously.
Wei Cheng, who was gritting his teeth and enduring the heat of the black fire, suddenly opened his eyes and heard the voices and songs being sung outside the room, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
"It seems to be going well."
"Maybe...it's time to come!"
As his eyelids closed again, Wei Cheng felt as if he was being pulled into the perspective of the doll, being thrown into the fire, burning himself to illuminate the people around him.
At the barrier between the early and middle stages, the first small difficulty of experiencing difficulties begins. The invisible black fire will allow him to be reborn brightly in the light of the fire!