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Chapter 447 Chengdu
Unlike previous episodes, there was no warm cheers, no full house applause, and Wang Xiaomin basically knew what was going on halfway through the song.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

After the song was sung, sparse applause rang out.

The room leak happened to be raining overnight, and Wang Xiaomin, who was already in a bad mood, became even more depressed and depressed. She bowed and walked off the stage slowly.

She couldn't figure it out, she sang it well, but she spent a lot of time practicing this song, why didn't everyone buy it?

He took off the guitar and held it in his hand, as if he was holding a battle spear. Zhao Lei nodded and passed Wang Xiaomin.

Not as carefree as before, he is very serious and calm at the moment, which makes Wang Xiaomin startled, and turns around to look at his back, feeling a little overlapping with someone.

Subtitles appeared on the big screen. Singer Zhao Lei sang the song Chengdu, writing the lyrics and composing the music by himself.

Faced with a show whose ratings broke 3 every episode and was watched by tens of millions of people, Zhao Lei didn't panic at all, and played the prelude without watching the audience.

In the monitoring room, a figure came out and stood in a corner under the stage. Occasionally, the lights flashed, and he found that it was a middle-aged man with glasses. It was Liang Qiaobai, the great god of music.

As the music director of the singer program, he is the person who knows the information of each singer most carefully, and he is the one who decides the list of singers to appear in each episode.

Anyone can come?How can it be.

Zhao Lei was able to come here because Fang Jing greeted him, and made a promise, saying that this is a person whose talent is not inferior to his.

Who is Fang Jing?Even he said that Zhao Lei was as talented as him, so Liang Qiaobai of course wanted to see who it was.

"The one that made me cry"

"More than last night's wine"

"Let Me Reluctantly"

"More than your tenderness"

"How long is the rest of the road?"

"You hold my hand"

If Fang Jing is a singer who can make people quiet by singing, then Zhao Lei is a person who can make people think about it, completely blend into the song, and lead the way by the emotional nose.

What is kneeling openly, this is kneeling openly.

His whole body trembled, goosebumps crawled all over his body, Liang Qiaobai almost clapped his hands before he finished singing the verse, no wonder Fang Jing recommended Zhao Lei to him.

Beside the entrance door, Wang Xiaomin's beautiful eyes widened. Is this the high school student serving the dishes in the bar?Are you fooling around?
Whether a song is good or not, you can tell by listening to the first few sentences. At present, she thinks she is not as good as Zhao Lei. How about the specific song, you have to listen to it to know.

"In that rainy little town"

"I never forget you"

"You are the only one who can't take Chengdu with you"

"Walk with me on the streets of Chengdu"

"It won't stop until all the lights go out"

"You'll hold my sleeve"

"I'll put my hands in my trouser pockets"

“Walk to the end of Yulin Road”

Most of the songs written by Zhao Lei are based on his own life experience. Their songs are only suitable for him to sing. No matter how hard others cover them, they will not find that flavor. This is the charm of original singers.

Under the stage, several audience members secretly wiped their tears.

In the front row, a beautiful girl with glasses had a sore nose, tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing with her head bowed on her knees, while Zhao Lei sang a cappella by her ear.

Her name is Lei Anyan, she came to study in a university here in southern Shonan, and her hometown is Chengdu.

She knows Yulin Road and the tavern in the lyrics, and there used to be someone holding her hand and walking there, laughing, but now that person is no longer there.

The singing was immersed in the heart, and anyone who looked at the young man playing and singing on the stage could tell that this was a person with a story, and what he was telling was the past that he couldn't let go of.

Yulin Road, taverns, September, a rainy town, street lights, couples holding hands at night...

There is not a word of love in the whole article, but it is full of love everywhere. There is not a word of pain in the whole article, but it is full of pain everywhere.

In the previous life, the famous singer Niu Huan once commented on Zhao Lei, with true emotion, touching and picturesque lyrics.

After Zhao Lei sang a song, he bowed heavily in the direction of the camera. There was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and he turned around and stepped off the stage after being stunned for a second.

Originally, he wanted to say something to that girl.

But after so many years, I don't know where to start.

……

"Wow, so you are so powerful. I was not very good-tempered before, so don't take it for granted."

"It's okay, I don't care."

Back in the lounge, Zhao Lei picked up a bottle of water and sipped it. After a while, he said, "I've watched your performances in previous episodes. You shouldn't sing new songs every episode."

"Why? But how can I advance if I don't show my trump card?"

"Because you are not Fang Jing." Zhao Lei shook his head and said, "The audience's freshness has a limit. It's okay if you can keep feeding this freshness. If you give up halfway and fail to satisfy them, they will be greatly discounted. No matter how much you expect, you will be disappointed." How big."

Pooh!Wang Xiaomin blushed, what kind of metaphor is this, it is as bad as Fang Jing.

Feed, satisfy, and fresh, are these words suitable for evaluating her as a girl?

"Take your song as an example. It would be very good if it didn't have the previous few songs as a backdrop, but with the gems in front, you are certainly not flattering if you are throwing tiles."

The family has a lovely wife and beautiful concubine, who is proficient in all kinds of martial arts, can satisfy everything, does not take heavy samples for 30 days a month, and one day suddenly changes to Qiao Biluo and others, who wants you to take the initiative, who can bear it.

"Well, I see, what do you think I should sing in the next episode?"

Unknowingly, the tone of Wang Xiaomin and Zhao Lei's conversation changed from the first year of high school to equal, and now they are asking for advice, she didn't notice this.

"I don't know about that, didn't Fang Jing arrange it for you?"

"No, he gave me three songs for me to play by myself, how about you help me?"

"Ah!" Zhao Lei sighed, making an international gesture, rubbing his thumb and index finger, "I'm very embarrassed."

"To tell you the truth, I am as good as Fang Jing. I am proficient in writing songs, writing lyrics, playing, playing and singing. We debuted together back then. If I hadn't voluntarily retired in the end, where would he be today?"

"This is...how much?" Wang Xiaomin's smile froze, she was ready to bleed heavily.

"It's not about money, but it doesn't matter how much you care about it. I wrote a few songs before, and I'll sing you one of them, one hundred thousand."

"Thank you so much. I don't even know how to repay you. I will treat you to dinner later."

"It's okay, it should be, but you are definitely out of the game for singing this song. I will release an album when I go back. You can only cover it, but I promise, you are definitely the exclusive cover."

The corners of the mouth were drawn together, the eyeballs were rolled up, Wang Xiaomin withdrew her outstretched palm, and folded her hands on her chest, not wanting to say a word.

10 yuan to sing once, which is worse than Fang Jing.

"Don't look at me with this expression, you have seen my songs, although they are short, they are all the essence." Zhao Lei said dismissively: "Don't look at Fang Jing, but it's not good."

"That guy relies entirely on YY to write songs, and he dares to write some or none, and he is crazy for rhyming."

"It's different for me. The life I wrote can't be bought for 10 yuan, and I can't be fooled."

(End of this chapter)