My girl group exploded

Chapter 484 Vincent
"The singer who will appear next may not be recognized by many people present."

Jiang Yang's voice suddenly slowed down, quietly calming down the restless audience.

After all, after listening to five fast songs in a row, even the most calm audience, their adrenaline has been mobilized early at this moment.

But then the singer sang a very mellow, slow song.

To be honest, Jiang Yang, as the host of "Autumn of Music", under the influence of eight consecutive episodes, he has roughly figured out the law of high-scoring songs on this platform.

One is that for singers like Yue Shao and Luo Chen who are already popular, no matter what they sing, their scores will never be low.If the song is still good, then it is basically certain to win the championship.

Second, the genre is novel.Generally speaking, songs that can make people's ears brighten will not have low scores.

The third type is roughly a big song with a very high skill of the singer himself.This kind of song may not win the championship, but the score will never be low.However, the listening volume of this kind of song after it was released on the platform is not high, so this kind of song is becoming less and less on the Dage platform.

It also shows that the audience's music aesthetics can also be subtly improved.

It is almost impossible to get a high score for a slow song like this with no ups and downs and not sung by a famous singer.

Jiang Yang suddenly thought of the scene when he bumped into the singer backstage, who was a very gentle woman.

She didn't mind the wrinkles on her face and the white hair on her head.Aging naturally, enjoying all the gifts from God.

Even if they just said hello and there was no more communication, Jiang Yang could still feel the strong vitality and calmness of each other.

What a pity for such an elder to disappear in a hurry after singing a song on this stage.

"What she brought today is a new song that has never been sung before. That's right, she sang this song for the first time tonight. The creator of this song, I think you should be familiar with it, is our Zhou Yi Mr. Yang."

The four girls turned their heads at the same time, looking at Zhou Yiyang with some surprise.

Without them asking, Zhou Yiyang nodded and admitted it: "Yes, the song I gave her. Are you jealous?"

"How could it be!" Tang Yue shook her head and said with a smile: "I just think that the person who can let Brother Yang take the initiative to write songs must be extraordinary."

"Should be a very good singer!" Wang Xingrui looked very excited: "I really hope to compete with her on the same stage!"

The three hundred audience members finally calmed down after Jiang Yang's introduction.

"Please Lu Liwen bring us "Vincent."

The curtain was lifted, and only a piano appeared.

A woman in a red dress came out of the backstage.

The audience at the scene didn't know her, but after seeing her, they all applauded her subconsciously.

It is a very moving thing for a singer of this age to be able to sing on stage with such confidence.

At this time, many people began to applaud spontaneously, but the female singer gestured for everyone to be quiet.

She sat in front of the piano, without any show of skill, without saying a word, her throat and the keys made sounds at the same time.

Lin Xuan'er was sitting there. Before this, she had already imagined what kind of singer she would be.

However, when she heard the other party's first line of lyrics, the whole person calmed down instantly.

This is the magic of music and the charm of time.

It is impossible for a person who has sung songs for four 50 years to make such an experienced voice.You seem to be able to hear the traces of time, which melt into the singing and become intriguing particles.

Su Yin stared blankly at the stage, and in a daze, she seemed to see her mother.

She suddenly thought, maybe wait another ten years, 20 years, her mother will still burn herself on the stage.At that time, would she be the same as this senior?

Very moved.

This kind of moving is complex, with music, singing, and personal charm.

At that moment, Su Yin suddenly felt that it would be a wonderful thing if she could also sing on stage until she was 50 years old or 60 years old.

[Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul ]

At first, Zhou Yiyang didn't understand why Lu Liwen asked him to write a heart-wrenching slow song.

"You should know that it is difficult to get high scores for this kind of song. Especially under the premise that many audiences don't know you."

"I know." Lu Liwen likes to drink Coke in private.This is really out of tune with her age. "But I'm at this age, do you think I care about scores? I don't expect more fans."

"That's right." Zhou Yiyang laughed suddenly, and suddenly felt that his brain hadn't turned around, how could he demand Lu Liwen with the standards of a young singer. "What if it's an English song?"

"No problem at all." Lu Liwen's eyes lit up: "A good singer should be able to break through the language barrier when conveying emotions."

But now, Zhou Yi Yangguang understood Lu Liwen's skills after hearing these four lines of lyrics.

The beginning is flat and the tone is not high, but it is extremely pleasant.And after everyone at the scene heard this song, Lu Liwen could immediately pull her into her emotions.

Lu Liwen is definitely a top-notch master. If this song is compared to martial arts, it should be a bone-like palm. I didn't think it was amazing when I first heard it, but when I came back to my senses, I was already hit by this song.

Lu Liwen is definitely not singing with skills, what she poured out in this song is her own emotions.

It is the loneliness with few bosom friends for many years.

It is the return to the basics and the truth after being completely enlightened after Dugu Qiubai.

It is the reconciliation with oneself, the great love in the world.

Zhou Yiyang seemed to see her life through this song.

And all of this was hidden in her singing.

Gently, slowly, beating the hearts of the audience.

[Now I understand
what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now]

Even in the climax part, Lu Liwen did not show off her skills.

Wang Xingrui was deeply moved by that indifference.

She felt that if it were her own words, she really couldn't resist such a good opportunity.She will definitely try to hit the high notes as much as she can, and she will want everyone to know how good she can sing.

But now she has benefited a lot from Lu Liwen's delicate handling.

This kind of singing method with four or two dials requires extremely high control over the voice and emotional control.

Many times when singing a song with deep emotion, these singers can't help but immerse themselves in it and let their emotions explode wantonly.

However, Lu Liwen didn't. She was so restrained from beginning to end.

She's not singing for the audience, she's more like talking to herself.

Wang Xingrui didn't even realize that she was crying.

Tears fell on the back of her hand.

She seemed to hear someone crying.

That's not Lu Liwen, but a genius who is not understood by the world.

No one heard his voice, he was so lonely, the only thing that could accompany him was the sky full of stars.

Wang Xingrui's hands were tightly clutching her knees, and her scalp was numb. She never thought that she could hear such a high-level scene.

The most frightening thing about Lu Liwen is not her skills, but that when you hear her sing, you can instantly immerse yourself in her emotions.

It is also what everyone often says to be distracted.

"It's amazing." Su Yin and Tang Yue didn't know how to comment, but after listening to this song, they were really moved by Lu Liwen.

"Her singing skills are almost invincible." Lin Xuan'er looked at the stage reverently.

After Lu Liwen finished singing, she walked to the center of the stage and saluted the audience in a very old-fashioned way.

Then, in the light, slowly walked off the stage.

Only a fading back was left behind.

Only then did the audience come to their senses, and they responded with fierce applause.

　Vincent
　　For a song about Van Gogh, I would recommend Du Lisha's version on the singer's website, which is very nice, and it won No.7, so that's it.

　　


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