The infatuated smile on Zheng Bifan's face faded away little by little.
My body couldn't help but tremble.
Bai Shenghao is a perfect person. Oh my God, does he hate himself like this? Is his beautiful face really nothing in his eyes? Why is it common to deal with all men, and he can't beat Bai Shenghao?
Used?
Bai Shenghao led a group of people out from the backstage, and he was going to watch Wen Liang's singing.
"Sister Bifan, your face is very pale. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
A sister of the Zheng family army pleased Zheng Bifan.
"Get out! Get away!" Zheng Bifan screamed sharply, like a nervous hedgehog, subconsciously, his fingers trembling.
On the big stage, there is only one aperture, and in the center of the aperture, there is only Ranchi standing in a wheelchair pushing (not brushing his teeth, washing his face, and pursing his hair), and the warm and cool feeling of long hair shawls. (This guy's head
On the top, the rich smell of soybean oil on her body made Lanqi tremble her eyebrows frequently.)
There is no background design, no dance, no smoke, no props.
It was just a dry microphone, and the audience had not yet reacted when the accompaniment music started.
There was no one applauding, and it was always so quiet.
The rough and grand prelude sounded, and the breath of the prairie immediately surrounded everyone's hearing.
Even Lanqi, who was pushing the wheelchair, frowned: Alas, this stubborn and gentle person, told her not to choose this song, she insisted on choosing this kind of national style with an outdated tune! Alas, stubborn!
How many young people like this tune?
He smiled gently and elegantly, revealing a charming little white teeth, slowly holding the microphone and speaking:
"Give me a blue sky
A rising sun
Give me a piece of green grass
Continue to the distance
Give me an eagle
A mighty man
Give me a horse pole
Hold it in his hand
Give me a white cloud
A white imagination
Give me a breeze
Blow the fragrance of flowers
Give me an encounter
In the green pasture
Give me a look
Hot and hot…”
The mellow voice, mature luck, and soft tone seem to be told, chatting with you lazyly in your spare time in the afternoon, and the gentle and cool sound is like silk, like chocolate, like spring water.
The beautiful sound of warm and cool flows everywhere in the audience. In front of everyone, in an instant, it seemed like a vast green grassland was spread out. You can see the white clouds, the lofty sky, and the endless green
The grass stretches far away, and there are cows, horses, sheep... It seems that I see a girl in national costumes, smiling tenderly and passionately at the boy riding a horse...
(⊙_⊙)
Ranchi was stunned.
All the audience was stunned.
The judges are also crazy.
The smoke in Bai Shenghao's hand fell to the ground unconsciously.
His narrow and long, deep eagle eyes were locked tightly on the refreshing woman on the stage, and looked deeply at the confident smile on the corners of her beautiful lips, completely integrated into her music.
There are no fancy dances, no sexy performances that make people bleed, just music, only pure music!
"You are a mighty man who is a horse.
The speeding horse is like a storm
The endless wilderness will wander with you
Your sea of heart is as broad as the earth…”
Listening to Wenliang's singing, I really felt like I had turned into a wind, a horse, and a field, and the sea of my heart was as wide as the earth... infinitely wide... infinitely relaxed...
In the next six months, the Ningbei University campus song style, which has been dominated by popular singers such as Jay Chou, Li Yuchun, Jane Jane, and Shang Lihe, suddenly became popular with Ulantoya's song "Horse Stick" on the prairie.
And it has become a must-try song during KTV.
Until Wen Liang sang until the middle of the door, the audience remained stunned.
Each one opened his mouth wide, without even a single applause.
There was no applause... Wen Liang smiled bitterly. Alas, maybe, maybe this time I was too arrogant and didn't listen to Lanqi's advice. I knew that the campus never recognized this grassland style, so I insisted on singing
This song...is not to worry about it, she just likes this song anyway. She likes it since she first heard it, and doesn't care about victory or defeat. She has to sing this song affectionately and with care.
With this idea, Wen Liang did not think about the audience, how the judges scored, etc., regardless of whether there was applause or not. He took a deep breath and continued singing.
The song is finished.
Wen Liang was slightly panting, but the audience was still stunned, with no one applauding.
At least it’s good to give a small round of applause, it’s okay to even knock it away. It’s better than it is now, as if a person is dead, and it’s terrible.
Wen Liang pulled the corners of his mouth awkwardly and said to Mike, "Hehe, I have worked very hard. Even if you don't like this song, I will sincerely recommend this song to everyone. Thank you for listening to my song.
.”
The wheelchair didn't move, and Ranchi was stunned and forgot to push the wheelchair away.
"Hey, damn Lanqi! Why are you standing there? Push me down quickly!"
Ranqi blinked down, suddenly bent down, hugged Wen Liang, who was sitting deeply, lay in her ear, and choked and said, "Liang Bai Kai, I like this song! You sang so hard that I wanted to cry.
”
Sweat wildly.
All of them sang that made people cry, and from this, they saw how bad I sang. Alas... I lost, I lost.
Wen Liang patted Lanqi's back, and Mike forgot to lock her up and directly amplified the following words: "Sorry, Lanqi, I failed to sing well. Not only do you want to cry, I also want to cry.
Odd, I'm defeated."
The audience only understood and recovered.
I don’t know which kid roared out from which corner, “I love you so much, Wen Liang! I love you!”
(⊙_⊙) Wen Liang looked at the audience seat in the audience in the stands silly.
Hula... Suddenly, many people stood up and screamed, "Love you! Wen Liang!"
"I love you so much, Wen Liang!"
"Singing so coolly! I love you!"
A sound of "love".
Queches Queches Queches Queches...
The tsunami-like applause boiled throughout the venue, and many people stood up, clapped and screamed.
It is said that Ningbei University’s popular word this month is “Love you, warm and cold.”
Bai Shenghao burst out laughing and couldn't help but clap his palms.
Even the judges stood up several people and couldn't help but applaud.
Applause surged, and it lasted for a long time.
The little warm cold, the warm cold warm cold sitting in a wheelchair, also filled my eyes with tears.
Zheng Bifan was so angry that his fingers gathered together in the backstage, gritted his teeth hard, his face full of ferociousness, "Wen Liang! Why are you? Why are you so powerful! Why are you?"