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Chapter 71 "People Like Me"

The recording site of the sixth issue of "The Voice of Dreams".

All the surrounding lights were dimmed.

In a blur, a pitch-black figure could be seen stepping onto the stage.

An Miaoxuan rubbed her palms together: "I'm looking forward to it."

Xiao Wangnian answered: "Yeah, I heard that today there are very powerful amateurs, who is the first one?"

Zhang Ya smiled and said nothing, staring ahead with sparkling eyes.

High in the sky, a circular spotlight suddenly turned on and shone in the center of the stage.

The audience present finally got a clear look at the man.

It is a very thin boy, with his back to everyone, sitting on a swivel chair, full of mystery.

He made an ok gesture, the band teacher understood, and the accompaniment began to sound at the scene.

Melodious, tactful, and soothing, like the sound of a flute or a melodious organ.

"Who-is-this?" Carol looked curious.

An Miaoxuan also leaned forward, as if wanting to see his identity clearly.

Xu Tianheng and Xiao Wangnian pointed to the stage and whispered to each other, apparently discussing why this person appeared so differently.

The audience was even more stupefied. In the past, the amateurs all appeared in the energy ball. Why did they remove the energy ball this time and just move a bench to sit on the stage?

Everyone was tickling their hearts, eager to know who this person with his back to the audience was.

Under the spotlight, the man's whole body was shining. His left hand was casually resting on his lap, gently rising and falling with the beat, while his right hand was lightly holding the microphone, and at a certain point, he spoke calmly.

"An excellent person like me."

"Should have lived a splendid life."

"How did it last for more than 20 years?"

"Still floating in the sea of ​​people."

As soon as the singing came out, the scene became quiet.

On the mentor stage, everyone was surprised.

Xu Tianheng asked: "Is this original?"

Xiao Wangnian suddenly realized: "I know who this is!"

Zhang Ya smiled: "I know too."

An Miaoxuan asked anxiously, "Who is it?"

Carol shared her reaction, both curious and amazed, "This melody is really great."

The audience kept their eyes on the stage, some were intoxicated by the sound, and some had already guessed what it was.

The person on the stage still turned his back to everyone, like a lonely patient, out of tune with the prosperity of this world.

"Smart people like me."

"I have bid farewell to innocence a long time ago."

"Why did you still use a relationship?"

"Go change your scars."

The singing is delicate and tender like water.

The restless hearts of the audience gradually calmed down, quietly listening to the confession in the song.

"A confused person like me."

"People like me looking for it."

"A mediocre person like me."

"How many people have you met?"

The first verse ends.

The melodious melody revived.

The audience pricked up their ears and looked at the lonely boy on the stage in surprise.

The first reaction to this song is amazing, and no other adjective can replace it.

The heartfelt lyrics, the literary and provocative singing, the gentle melody...all fit the tastes of young people today!

Just the first paragraph has captured many people.

This is what a really good song is like, even just hearing one or two lines is enough to make your heart surge.

The strings are plucked, the melody is in the ears, and the meaning of the words has reached the soul.

On the tall instructor platform, several instructors no longer whispered to each other. They looked serious and serious, and listened to the song quietly.

This is an original song that no one has ever heard before. This is a song that expresses everyone's helplessness and unwillingness.

The second verse is sung.

"Vulgar people like me."

"I never like to pretend to be deep."

"Why do I hear old songs occasionally?"

"Suddenly I lost my mind."

"A coward like me."

"Everything needs to be saved."

"However, it will be for whom."

"Thought about being desperate."

A gentle voice echoed throughout the audience.

Everyone listened quietly.

The first stanza is about good people and smart people, and the second one is about vulgar people and cowardly people.

Plus the chorus part, those who are lost, those who are looking for, those who are doing nothing... a song that sings all the people in the world.

The scope of this resonance is too wide, and almost everyone can hear their own appearance from it.

"It's so emotional." Xu Tianheng agreed with this song very much and couldn't help but praise it.

Xiao Wangnian said unexpectedly: "I didn't expect his folk songs to be so powerful."

Ding Liang's hands trembled a little on the side of the music support group. He remembered the song "Prose Poems Written by Father" when he first met He Xiao.

Both are ballads, and both are high-quality goods. Unlike those ballads on the Internet that moan without illness, this is a song that can sing everyone's heart.

The simple, straightforward and heart-wrenching lyrics, and the melodious melody made Lao Ding, an old man of his age, a little bit unbearable. Once a person reaches his age, he is too nostalgic and prone to tears.

On stage, the chorus part finally came.

"A confused person like me."

"People like me looking for it."

"A mediocre person like me."

"How many people have you met?"

There are not too many techniques, it is still humming gently, but the high note is slightly raised at the end.

"Lonely like me."

"A fool like me."

"A person like me who is unwilling to be ordinary."

"How many people are there in the world?"

Under the stage, a female audience couldn't help but her eyes were red, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

The camera immediately gave a shot.

In fact, when watching variety shows, I can often see many audiences who are moved to cry. In fact, these are all fake. The director specially found crying actors in order to achieve the effect of the show.

Their job is that when the shot is given, they must release their emotions super professionally immediately, and their facial expressions must be vivid.

The person just now was a crying actor, but this time she didn't cry fakely, but was really touched, her tear glands burst like a bank, and the truth of her crying was revealed, sputtering.

"This girl is crying well, add fifty more to the bill."

Under the stage, Wang Shi pointed to the female audience who had swept across the screen and praised.

"Why do I feel that she was really moved and cried..." the assistant director touched his big bald head and muttered, this song even touched his elders a little.

The artistic conception expressed in the song is too strong. It is self-deprecating after the world. It is said that people are unwilling to be ordinary and yearn for poetry and the distance, but they will remain ordinary all their lives. The simple and simple lyrics, inadvertently sang the hearts of the audience The deepest longing in the depths.

"An inexplicable person like me."

"Will anyone feel distressed?"

The last line of lyrics ends and the melody fades away.

The quiet needle drop could be heard at the scene, and everyone stared at the stage nervously and expectantly.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, the boy who sat with his back to everyone finally twisted the swivel chair and turned around.

　I ask for a reward of 399 yuan to go home for the New Year, 390 to buy a bus ticket, and 9 yuan to buy a lunch box. I don’t play dnf, and I don’t know what a Spring Festival set is. Please kind people help the child.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)