Pulling the female boss into the Hongyan group, I was exposed

Chapter 106 106. The Queen Comes Back
"Please listen to my next song—"The Hills."

Jiang Xinhai paused, and then said: "Actually, I don't intend to sing this song."

"When Zhiji gave me the lyrics and sheet music, I glanced at it and didn't dare to sing."

"Because I feel that I can't sing it. I'm afraid only Chi Chi can sing this song."

"However, I like this song very, very much. I hope to sing all of this song as much as possible. I hope everyone can give me more encouragement."

Li Mengyao blinked.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would have wondered if it was Jiang Xinhai who spoke.

This is too modest!
You know, her singing skills are already world-class.

If there is a song in this world that even she can't sing, who else can! ?

Could it be that Zhiji's singing skills are better than hers?
A crackling guitar sounded.

DoSoReLaSo... a very weak chord.

It is completely different from "Summer Wind" just now.The song has a quiet, low-pitched beginning.

Jiang Xinhai lowered his head, sat on the chair, and looked at the strings seriously.

If she was telling a story with singing just now, now she is telling a story with guitar.

The summer wind blows past, when the wind dies down, the mountains and the moon rise to the east, quietly illuminating the earth.A piece of white.

Li Mengyao seemed to see a lonely and towering hill appearing in front of her eyes.

The shape of the hill is strange, like a stubborn, stubborn old man who has been abandoned by the times.

After a long time, Jiang Xinhai finally spoke:

“There are many things I want to say but haven’t said yet.

I saved because I wanted to write a song,
Let people sing gently and remember lightly.

Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it. "

Li Mengyao looked at the lyrics while staring at the phone screen.

I feel a little overwhelmed.

This song is completely different from the song just now.

If we said that we were singing an emotion just now, then this song seems to be really telling a story.

Tell a story that is foreign to her.

"Maybe I've never had a single thought in my life,
Fortunately, they merged into a river.

Then the two of us looked at the bend of the river.

Finally dare to be bold, face it with a hippie smile,

life is difficult. "

The first few sentences seem to be the voice of the singer.

Li Mengyao soon realized that this was not Jiang Xinhai's inner voice.

This is the voice of the heart.

In terms of feeling, Zhiji seems to be a very free and easy middle-aged man.Otherwise he wouldn't be able to write this kind of lyrics.

She couldn't help but start to wonder: What's the story behind her?
"Maybe we never matured,
I don't know yet, I'm getting old
Although the heart is alive, it is still the young man. "

She saw a self-deprecating smile on the corner of Jiang Xinhai's mouth, and plucked the strings:
"I often look back because of anxiety,
Asking ignorantly, ashamed to ask for help
cross tirelessly,

every hill. "

……

Li Mengyao saw Jiang Xinhai's transparent voice.

She saw a middle-aged man walking on the barren and desolate land, his face covered with dust and his temples like frost.

The man climbed with difficulty, climbing a hill that didn't look too steep.

As the mountain and the moon curved up into the sky, the man finally reached the top of the mountain.

However, looking forward, there is no one; looking back, there is no one——

"Over the hills,
Although already gray head.

chatter,

The sorrow I give from time to time.

Have not yet fulfilled my wish to see immortality,

Just get yourself lost..."

……

For 7 minutes, Li Mengyao was immersed in a nameless emotion.

She just listened to it quietly, and didn't come back to her senses until the end of the song.

After listening to it, she was even more sure that this song was the voice of her heart.

He wants to use singing to tell a story to the audience.

It's just that he didn't say a word about what he went through.

He is like a person who has gone through the scouring of time and has been riddled with holes like a rock. He lit a cigarette in a bar after dusk, as if he wanted to talk about the past.

However, he didn't say anything in the end, he just said lightly amidst the smoke:
"Crossing the hills, only to find no one waiting."

Li Mengyao faintly felt that she was touched.

But what does the lyric actually mean?

She couldn't help but open the encyclopedia page of her mobile phone and type in the word "nearly close".

On the page of the musician, there is no photo, no date of birth, and no identity information.

There are only a bunch of masterpieces, and the hundreds of awards he has won.

The man seemed to leave no trace of his life in the world.

In other words, he was born just to write songs.

In Li Mengyao's imagination, there is a middle-aged man over 35 years old.

Wearing a decent suit, his hair is combed into a very elegant shape unique to middle-aged uncles.

I don't know if he is handsome or not, but he should be a bit handsome, otherwise Jiang Xinhai wouldn't like him either.

It is said that Yi Chi grew up in a small mountain village and left his hometown when he was young.

What did he go through to have such a feeling?
What an enigmatic man.

Li Mengyao clicked on the comment page:
"Xinhai, do you know how I have lived these five years! I have been waiting for your new song for five years!"

"I'm back, I feel it, the old village is back!"

"Jiang Xinhai is amazing! So close!"

"The summer wind is so nice! It's up, is there a premium version? I want a single loop!"

"To be honest, these two songs are worth more than all of Li Xingliang's songs combined. I still don't remember any of his songs."

"After the retreat of the gods, the Chinese music scene became a bunch of clowns who closed the door to play house. Today, a god kicked open the door, reminding the Chinese music scene once again of the fear of being dominated..."

Li Mengyao continued to read the comments for half an hour, watching the rainbow fart to Jiang Xinhai for a long time.

As long as you praise Jiang Xinhai, you are my friend.

Every rainbow fart seems to be praising herself, listening to the song for 10 minutes, and reading the comments can last all night!

Most of the comments are blowing, "Summer Wind" is so good.

A small group expressed their views on "The Hill", which were similar to Li Mengyao's.

Although I don't understand it, it feels great.

There are also some people who complained about "The Hill", saying that this song does not seem to be singing, but it seems to be talking.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

"Summer Wind" is enough to prove that Jiang Xinhai has returned as king.

The only thing she wants to do now is to seek revenge on Li Xingliang's fans!

I clicked on the Weibo hot list, wanting to see how big the gap is, but I almost threw the phone out as soon as I opened it.

At this time, on the hot list, Jiang Xinhai was wearing a small golden crown on his profile picture.

Just now there was a difference of 400 million, and suddenly, Jiang Xinhai's popularity reached the top!

After Jiang Xinhai released the two new songs "Summer Wind" and "The Hill", the number of people posting on Weibo surged after listening to them, and there was a lot of tap water all of a sudden.

As long as Jiang Xinhai Chaohua is added, a small amount of heat can be added, but the superposition of these heats can overwhelm Li Xingliang in an instant!
Those bright fans, who were planning to score points before, are panicking now.

"Sisters, do you still have points? Take them all out! Guard the last wave of towers for my brother!"

"Brother Xingliang is the king! Come on, sisters, beat this Jiang Xinhai who stole the crown!"

However, their voices were like reefs in the sea, drowned in the huge waves.

Now, the general trend has come, and nothing can stop Jiang Xinhai from becoming popular again on all platforms!
……

Wang Weiming sat in the office, staring at the data on the computer screen.

Every time he refreshed, he could see that Jiang Xinhai's popularity was skyrocketing.

For the first 20 minutes, he was still smiling, thinking disdainfully: This person who brushes data is too inexperienced.

How can there be so many brushes in one breath?
His optimism only lasted 20 minutes.

Half an hour later, he silently lit a cigarette, stood by the window, and pushed the window open.

The icy night wind blew on his face.

He wanted to jump off.

After seeing the popularity of Jiang Xinhai's new song, Wang Weiming has deeply realized——

His career is considered over.

　ask for a ticket

　　
　
(End of this chapter)