My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 191 Farewell

【191】Farewell
Didn't show up?

The beautiful host was stunned for a moment, her eyes lit up: "Student Ye, are you going to sing an original song?"

Ye Xuan was noncommittal, and was already tuning a guitar.

Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed at first, this is really the rhythm of singing an original song!

But then they were a little confused, original song, can this work?It won't be hard to hear!

The two sisters, Xiao Chuqing and Xiao Fei'er, looked at Ye Xuan who was concentrating on tuning the piano on the stage, and couldn't help being infatuated, especially Xiao Chuqing, who was already in tears.

No matter what Ye Xuan sang, it was the most beautiful thing in their hearts.

However, Ye Xuan completely annoyed Chu Jiangchuan's supporters, as well as the fans of the song "Sorrowful of Liren".

"Hmph, being handsome doesn't mean singing well!"

"Yeah, when it comes to singing, our Jiang Chuan is the most listening. Didn't you see that scout has been pestering our Jiang Chuan all the time!"

"That's right, I also support Senior Chu."

Chu Jiangchuan still has a lot of supporters in Kunshi No. [-] Middle School, and they all attacked Ye Xuan with their mouths, hum, let you say that the song chosen by our senior Chu is stupid!

"The song "Sorrows from People" is very good!"

"We only listen to the melody and tune, regardless of whether the words are written with artistic conception or not."

"That's right! You still want original songs, hehe, you're not afraid of the wind blowing your waist."

"Can he write an original song that sounds better than "The Sorrows of Li Ren"? A joke!"

"The Sorrow of Li Ren" can become popular, and naturally there are many fans who support it. At this moment, they glared at Xuan Zun on the stage, ready to see Ye Xuan make a fool of himself.

The beautiful host quickly asked, "Student Ye, I wonder what kind of song you want to sing?"

"Song, I haven't thought about this yet."

Ye Xuan said arrogantly while pulling the strings of the guitar.

"..." The beautiful host was about to go crazy: "Brother, are you a tease invited by a monkey?"

Ye Xuan nodded, deeply agreeing: "If I'm funny, who is the monkey?"

puff!

Some students who understood, smiled unkindly.

Nima, doesn't this mean that Chu Jiangchuan is a monkey!
Chu Jiangchuan's female fans quit and glared at the host on stage one by one, making the latter's face turn green.

And Chu Jiangchuan himself was about to explode. If it weren't for the crowds here, he would have yelled at him if he wanted to maintain his handsome image. Fortunately, his fans still defended him very much.

At this moment, after Ye Xuan had tuned the piano, he held the guitar and stood in the center of the stage.

There were boos and jeers from time to time.

"What are you singing?" Ye Xuan said to himself, the original song was called "Sorrow from People"?
Leave people?worry?

Who in the world can feel Liren's sorrow better than Xuanzun?
Suddenly, a song came to his mind. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, his eyes were deep and far away: "I give you a piece of "Farewell"! I hope you like it."

"Farewell" is a poem written by Li Shutong for Ye Xuan, the eighth generation.

That winter, there was heavy snowfall, and old Shanghai was bleak at that time. Seeing how difficult the people's livelihood was, Ye Xuan made a great wish to save the people from the fire and water.

He packed his bags, bid farewell to his good friend Li Shutong, and said, "Brother Shutong, the national crisis is at stake, and we will meet later."

Said, waved goodbye, did not even enter the friend's house.

Later, Ye Xuan found out that after he left, Li Shutong stood in the snow for an entire hour looking at the back of his old friend going away, and didn't even hear his wife's cry many times. Afterwards, Li Shutong returned to the house and closed the door , asked Miss Ye Zi to play the piano, and he wrote down with tears: Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass and green sky... I asked you when you will come here, and don't linger when you come.

Then Ye Xuan composed the song, and after several transfers, it will be sung by an artist named Pu Shu in the new era, but because of Ye Xuan's butterfly wings, Pu Shu did not appear.

Therefore, now Ye Xuan can only sing in person!
"Farewell? Send off your sister! This name is not at the same level as Li Renchou."

"Such an idiot's name must be ugly!"

Some students discussed quietly.

"It's the bumpkin! How is he still alive?"

Tang Qingya curled her lips, a gloomy look flashed in her eyes, and then she looked at Xiao Chuqing beside her, extremely surprised:

"Can this redneck sing?"

Xiao Chuqing shook her head, "I don't know, but if he dares to take the stage, he must be sure."

At some point, the image of Ye Xuan in her heart became extremely high.

"I think he is pretending." Tang Qingya said with disdain.

At this moment, the temperament of Ye Xuan's whole body changed suddenly, and there was a vicissitudes and desolation in his body, and his eyes showed loneliness and desolation.

The faces of those who were familiar with Ye Xuan changed wildly. At this moment, Ye Xuan gave them the feeling that he was a different person, and his temperament became completely different. The previous Ye Xuan gave people the feeling of a mountain, with no one in his eyes, and rebellious.

Now it is like the blue sea, deep and vast, melancholy and vicissitudes.

His slender jade-like palms plucked up and down the strings, and the beautiful melody spread throughout the playground through the microphone.

"This voice..."

Everyone was shocked, Tang Qingya trembled slightly, "This guitar is played well, did he really compose this piece himself?"

Looking at the young man in white who was playing the guitar under the light, Xiao Chuqing's eyes were full of fascination. She also studied music herself, so of course she could feel that Ye Xuan's intonation was excellent.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, there are green grass and green sky. The evening wind blows the sound of willows and flutes, and the setting sun is outside the mountains.

At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of friends are scattered.A pot of turbid wine is enough to make me happy, don't dream of cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are fragrant grasses and green sky.I ask you when you will come here, and don't linger when you come. "

This opening made everyone kneel down!Everyone in the audience held their breath, and they didn't dare to take a breath. The air seemed to be frozen, and everyone was listening quietly.

His voice is too layered, as if it contains an unresolved melancholy, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, when it is low, everyone's heart falls to the bottom, and when it is high-pitched, everyone seems to climb up mountain top.

This is simply a gluttonous feast of sound!

At this moment, there was only one voice in the audience, and everyone was deeply impressed by the young man singing affectionately on the stage.

This is the real singing, the tune sung with soul, it's awesome!

Compared with Ye Xuanyi, what Chu Jiangchuan sang is like shit, throwing it into the garbage dump, even flies would hate it and be disgusting.

"how is this possible?"

Chu Jiangchuan, who is proud and able to go to heaven, is like a mourner for his concubine. He lost. Compared with Ye Xuan, his singing voice is simply unbearable, and he feels a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness in his heart!

(End of this chapter)