Rebirth: Uranus Superstar

Chapter 149 Exposed

Zhang Mianduo has been staring at King Lanling.

She has a feeling in her heart, but she can't grasp it.

Now listening to this song, the feeling in my heart is getting stronger.

"What went wrong?"

Zhang Mianduo bit her nails, and at the same time she was thinking, she fell into the singing: "What a great singing skill, the lyrics and melody of this song are also great!"

In the end, she wasn't thinking, she was completely attracted by the singing, and she was speechless for a while.

Especially in the second half of the singing, she was completely immersed, as if she had heard a story.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life came back from a foreign land by train. He followed the road he had left, and the moment before he stepped out of the station, he hesitated a little. Once upon a time.

A long time ago, he was also attracted by the novel and bustling world, and wanted to break out of the world.

Now that I have come back from the big world outside, I still have nostalgia for this experience.

The mother came to pick up the station happily, but she seemed a little caught off guard because she didn't recognize her son whom she hadn't seen for many years.

On the way home, the middle-aged man told his mother everything he had experienced abroad, and told the story of his embarrassment but firmness in the world.

He also told his mother that he met "her" when he was young.

The whole youth was her, a guitar used to play me and her vigorously.

Although we were both tempted, we had no fate, and we were not together in the end.

Walking and chatting with my mother all the way home from the station, the middle-aged man enjoyed the time very much, but when he looked back, he found that his mother had gray hair at the temples.

Under the erosion of the years, the mother has looked a little old, which makes the middle-aged man feel guilty and blamed himself.

When I got home, I saw the pale painting hidden by the bed.

Why does the mother in the painting lower her head and speak?
The middle-aged man thought, and suddenly woke up.

This is a childhood painting.

The mother in the painting is talking to me.

"The evening wind blows your white hair from the temples

Heal the scars left by memories
In your eyes, light and dark are intermingled, a smile blossoms

Twilight covers your faltering steps
A painting hidden by the bedside
You in the painting, talking with your head down..."

Han Sen would never have thought that Zhang Mianduo would associate so many images with his interpretation of this song.

He sang this song, just as the commentary said, it was given to thousands of students, wishing them to leave for half their lives and return as teenagers.

However, there will be a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers.

Being able to have different feelings and opinions also reflects the excellence of the work.

When a work is created, it no longer belongs to the author, but to the reader.

"I still marvel at how big the world is
Also addicted to childhood love stories
No truth or falsehood, no struggle, no pointless jokes
I finally gave her back my youth

Together with the midsummer that pops up at your fingertips

Wherever the heart moves, it goes with the wind

In the name of love, are you still willing..."

Zhang Mianduo continued to look up, tears streaming down her eyes, tearing up her eye makeup.

The singing was so touching that she was always immersed in the story screen.

Inextricable.

I even thought of my mother for a while.

Especially the last part of the singing, let her directly break the defense.

The world is so complicated, I was intoxicated in it.

But now I see through
My youth, my love, are all given to this world of mortals.

Just let the past go with the wind.

I love you mom!

In the next life, will you still be my mother?

Woo woo woo.

Do you want to?

my mom!

……

Although the entire guest table admired King Lanling's performance, they all looked at each other when they saw Zhang Mianduo who was crying.

"Excellent works always touch people's hearts."

Song Yun seemed to feel the same way, she melted Zhang Mianduo into her arms with tears in her eyes, and took out a tissue to wipe her tears.

"Woooooh, sister Yun, I miss my mother!"

Song Yun was taken aback for a moment.

She thought Zhang Mianduo was thinking of love. After all, the song "The Wind Rises" sounds like a song about love.

For example, travel thousands of miles to see a girl;
try our best to no avail;

Resting on the sick bed to survive the end of winter;

Walk alone in the mountains to explore the source of the river;

Running around and turning just to go home...

This was Song Yun's imagination.

But when he heard Zhang Mianduo's words at this time, he suddenly had a new understanding, and when he thought of his mother, he couldn't help but feel sad.

……

At this time, the performance of King Lanling has come to an end.

The audience couldn't bear it anymore, they were all excited and sad, and many girls even shed tears.

Before the music ended, everyone stood up and applauded loudly.

"Great singing! Thank you!"

"This is the best graduation gift I've ever received!"

"Lanling King! Lanling King! Lanling King!"

"I once turned my youth into her, and I once popped out the midsummer with my fingertips. Such a powerful literary talent, I am completely convinced!"

"Singing out my lost youth!"

"Graduated, the wind blows, may the gentle wind blow away all the troubles and unpleasantness!"

"One song "Jiangnan", one English song, and one "The Wind Rises". King Lanling really can master any style!"

"The King of Lanling is awesome!"

"I want to listen to this song a thousand times!!"

"I suddenly found out! I'm going to be eighteen! My youth is coming to an end! Next, the wind is blowing! Only try to survive! Goodbye to my youth!"

"Listening to this song makes me emotional. I feel uncomfortable, nostalgic, distressed, and want to cry. I don't know why."

"Youth can't be let down! I decided to repeat it, and I want to read the next one!"

"The wind is blowing, just a classmate and a young boy, let's work hard together for life!"

The audience applauded vigorously and shouted desperately, as if they were venting the emotions in their hearts. They all blushed and had thick necks, which was especially obvious in the monitor. Liao Yuan was stunned and couldn't help feeling: "The young people now People are really... full of energy!"

"Girls Huaichun, teenagers are passionate, just the age of sentimentality. Listening to such songs, I can empathize with myself."

Lin Songbai said slowly: "Ten years later, looking back, in fact, this is youth."

"But..." Assistant director Shi Zhengyang pointed at the guest seats, dumbfounded: "Xiao Mianduo cried so fiercely, I never expected it."

When everyone looked around, they found a group of guests from the guessing group comforting Zhang Mianduo in a hurry.

At this time, Zhang Mianduo kept choking up, which could be called stormy crying.

She leaned against Song Yun's arms, whining continuously.

Under everyone's comfort, not only did not stop crying, but choked up even more.

Because she just had a flash of inspiration and caught the feeling in her heart.

Then he raised his head and looked at King Lanling standing on the stage.

Immediately shocked.

No, no, no...

Brother, is it really you?

Thinking of the content of the lyrics and the past experience of the other party, my eyes widened for a moment, and then...

Crying more fiercely.

Woo woo woo.

It turns out that it's not just Sister Gillian who can't let go, you bastard also can't let go!
It's really sweet to run in both directions, it's here!
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