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Chapter 1703 The most touching performance

So when she sang softly, her demeanor and tone seemed to be talking to someone.

It's so kind, and it's so distracting.

Every single word is so sad.

[Wind across the wilderness, walk slowly

I tell you in silence that I'm drunk

The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet, so quiet
Can't even hear the wind can't hear]
But when Wen Yuan sang, she didn't just narrate in a straightforward manner.

For a singer of her level, all skills have long been hidden and not integrated into her usual singing.

Every ups and downs can arouse the emotions of the listener.

Every turning point is a preparation for the next outbreak.

However, in the technique, what cannot be hidden is her sincere heart.

"Mr. Zhou, do you want toilet paper?"

When Guan Fei saw Zhou Yiyang's rosy eyes, she would not laugh at him at all.

Because she is the same, after hearing this song, after hearing Wen Yuan's weeping performance, many pictures appeared in her mind.

She thought of her grandma, the woman who loved her the most when she was a child.

When the tears fell, Guan Fei even suspected that she could smell the fragrance of rice flowers.

Because she returned to her hometown, her hometown, and saw her grandma.

The smell of rice wafting from the chimney is her childhood memory.

In a flash, grandma has had more than ten years.

The sadness that had been suppressed for many years was easily aroused by Wen Yuan.

Guan Fei had to admit that even if the Moonlight Girl bumped into it, it would be very difficult to win this performance.

Zhou Yiyang took the toilet paper, and he nodded, never thinking that he would be touched too.

I can't remember the last time I heard such a touching song.

Even a hard-hearted person like Zhou Yiyang was moved. To Su Yin, she was in tears now.

At this time, none of the three of them interrupted each other. They knew very well that what Su Yin needed now was just a channel and way to vent.

For her, it was all right to cry.

And it's not shameful, in fact, the three of them have red eyes.

In front of the TV, I don't know how many viewers burst into tears when they heard this passage.

Like Su Yin, many people think of their lost relatives and friends...

Moreover, many people have been away from this world for more than ten years. The wounds that had healed, under Wen Yuan's singing, brought back memories.

In the auditorium, Luo Chen heard a sob.

He turned his head in disbelief, and saw that the crying person turned out to be the Northeast brother.

He covered his face with his generous hands, not wanting others to see his current appearance.

"My dad, if my dad is still alive, he will be fifty this year."

"There is a tree in my yard, which was planted when he was alive, and now that tree has grown from a small sapling to a big tree."

The man's voice would choke with sobs from time to time, but Luo Chen did not interrupt, but listened quietly.

"The tree is blooming this year. I really want to know if my father misses me."

……

Wen Yuan is also very emotional, but she knows that as a singer, she must control her emotions, which is her professionalism.

And Wen Yuan's performance is also quite stable. After laying the groundwork for a long time, she finally switched to national singing.

When she opened her mouth again, that powerful singing voice was like a cry of a child in a night of mourning, which directly brought tears to the eyes of many people:

[Night in Ulaanbaatar

Hey there

you exist in every corner of the world

hey you there

you go through the wind
Back through the clouds and through everything]
If we talk about the previous paragraph, Wen Yuan is restraining her emotions and telling the story in the tone of a teller.

So now in this paragraph, her singing style that combines national singing is full of power.

At that moment, she finally completed the transformation of her identity, from a teller to a witness.

She is singing to tell the audience that she is singing herself.

Isn't that long and lingering "come back" not Wen Yuan, not Su Yin, not everyone's expectation?

For foreign audiences, they are being shocked again and again.

Whenever they thought it was enough, that it was enough to explode, Wen Yuan brought them another surprise.

The appearance of Humai has amazed many people in the industry, and they even want to use this accompaniment in their performances.

Wen Yuan's national vocals convinced all the music critics, and many of them opened their teeth and claws excitedly like monkeys in front of the TV,

They can be sure that, purely in terms of singing skills, Wen Yuan's singing tonight is a perfect score.

Whether it is technique, singing, atmosphere or emotion, it is impeccable.

Jin Xiuyu, who was waiting in the background, was dumbfounded.

She blushed suddenly, thinking that she was counting on Wen Yuan to be eliminated, leaving herself a promotion spot.

She is so stupid.

In terms of Wen Yuan's state tonight, her vote count will definitely not be low, and she may still be able to hit the front row.

But Jin Xiuyu is not jealous at all, she is a singer, of course she knows how difficult it is to sing this song like this.

It's not just about being emotional, if you sing without self-control, it will only expose the shortcomings of your skills.

"She's amazing."

Owena said in admiration:

"The voice is so stable, and the emotion is so full. This kind of performance is beyond my current performance."

The man in the iron mask had already stood up, two lines of clear tears hung on his face abruptly:
"It sounds good, um, it's perfect. This song is tonight's champion."

In the end, Wen Yuan did not disappoint everyone's expectations. She completely let go of her voice and brought an extremely shocking performance:
[What has changed in our world

what our world expects

what's left of our world

Our world is left with only desert]

And the most amazing thing is that after the burst of singing, she took on a Mongolian singing very naturally.

For many audiences at the scene, they could not understand Mongolian.

But this does not prevent them from feeling Wen Yuan's emotions.

That almost heavenly singing was like a gust of wind, flying all the way from Shencheng, and finally returned to the Ulaanbaatar prairie.

Tonight, on the prairie, there may be a teenager lying on the prairie, looking at the bright moon and starry sky above his head, humming this song.

If it rains, it must be the tears of an old friend.

……

When Wen Yuan finished singing, she did not thank the audience for a long time.
"Sister Wen Yuan is crying!"

Wang Xingrui said in a crying voice.

Yes, Wen Yuan restrained her emotions for too long because of her professionalism.

But now that the singing is over, when she faded away from being a singer, all the emotions brewing in the whole song came to her heart.

She cried bitterly in front of the global audience, but also drew a perfect end to this performance.

(End of this chapter)