richest star

Chapter 79
Last week, Zhang Qiyang made Dong Huan dumbfounded with a song "Old Chinese Medicine".

This time Zhang Qiyang said that he would turn her into a young girl with a story, Dong Huan felt nervous, thinking that Zhang Qiyang was going to do something evil again.

However, the melody of the guitar between Zhang Qiyang's fingers changed, became slow and deep, like an evening bell ringing in the twilight.

The low-pitched strings resonating from the surface of the box made Dong Huan's swinging mood gradually calm down.

In the live broadcast room, except for Qin Xueyang who was still eating spicy bean tendon, everyone put down what they were doing and concentrated on listening to Zhang Qiyang's heart-pounding melody.

The millions of restless viewers at the other end of the video gradually became calm after listening to Zhang Qiyang's deep and story-telling piano music.

According to the slow rhythm, Zhang Qiyang's jaw moved slightly, and with his eyes closed, he slowly sang the vicissitudes and simplicity of "Miss Dong"——

"...Miss Dong, you never forget your smile, even if you, like me, yearn to grow old..."

"...Miss Dong, you are beautiful when the corners of your mouth are down, like the clear water under the Anhe Bridge..."

Most of the audience were still stuck in Zhang Qiyang's flamboyant singing last week.

When Zhang Qiyang opened his voice this time, it was so lonely, deep, magnetic, and even a little sullen, which made everyone feel refreshed, as if they recalled the touch of last week when they listened to "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze".

The opening melody is simple and unpretentious, and Zhang Qiyang's singing is vicissitudes and deep.

There are no loud shouts, no affectionate calls.

Just a lonely confession, like telling his own story, has successfully attracted everyone's attention to this song.

Zhang Qiyang used the inadvertent string sliding technique and the slow blanking between measures.

Dong Huan felt the charm of folk songs swayed by Zhang Qiyang's piano sound at the closest distance, and she was intoxicated in her heart, which was all written in her bright eyes.

She didn't know if when the corner of her mouth was down, it really looked like the clear water under the Anhe bridge.

But this song is so beautiful for her.

Just listening to this opening chapter, she will fall in love with this awesome ballad.

Zhang Qiyang continued his spiritual monologue, singing slowly:

"...Miss Dong, I am also a complicated animal. I keep repeating what I say in my heart..."

"...Miss Dong, the night time in the Gulou is rushing, strangers, please give me a Lanzhou..."

[No comparison, no harm. - Burning flowers to bury love]

Zhang Qiyang had only sung the second stanza, and Brother Zhanai couldn't hold back anymore, so he launched an aircraft carrier fleet to cheer for this song.

Dong Huan was filled with emotion when he saw the eye-catching font on the aircraft carrier formation.

Without comparison, she really doesn't know how weak she is.

Zhang Qiyang's impromptu singing "Miss Dong" beat her "Mr. Zhang" by several blocks at the beginning.

She wrote and sang "Mr. Zhang" by herself, adding several exquisite modes, and tried her best to portray Zhang Qiyang's tall and melancholy image in terms of wording.

When she sang by herself, she felt pretty good and had a sense of accomplishment.

But now that she heard Zhang Qiyang's unpretentious "Miss Dong", she realized how flashy her song was.

This song "Miss Dong", from the point of view of monologue, does not have too much pen and ink on Miss Dong, but it is not difficult to hear from the lonely tone of the unrequited man, this Miss Dong must be a very literary and artistic story. woman.

The singing voice of this monologue makes people feel the sincerity of the singer, not the kind of flattery she sings.

That's right, thinking about it now, what she just sang was clearly showing off and flattering.

Far from being like Zhang Qiyang, he was singing with his heart.

This is the root of folk songs.

Brother Burial Love said that there is no harm if there is no comparison, and the evaluation is too appropriate.

Dong Huan continued to listen behind with the mentality of kneeling until he was subdued.

Later, Zhang Qiyang sang even more excitingly, slowly expanding his vocal range, and sang in an affectionate voice that was about to explode:

"...So those may not be true, Miss Dong, you are not a female classmate with no story..."

"...falling in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland in my home, which makes me feel desperate, Miss Dong..."

——The phrase "falling in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland in my home" made Zhang Qiyang feel desperate while singing.

But it made the hearts of countless listeners resonate with warmth and sourness.

This song contains not only helpless love confusion, but also a kind of melancholy and lonely feeling hidden in the melody, which instantly hits the weakness of many people and makes people have an emotional resonance of cracking the wall.

Even Jiao Shuangxi, who was extremely disgusted with Lord Pao, felt his heart soften a little when he heard this song.

At that moment, Jiao Shuangxi seemed to hear his own voice.

For him, isn't the cheerful and free-spirited Mr. Huan just such a wild horse longing for the grassland?

But tragically, his family doesn't have the prairie wild horses crave.

Zhang Qiyang continued to play and sing.

More and more people were conquered by his lonely confession——

"...Miss Dong, you put out the cigarette and talk about the past, you said that the first half of your life was like this, and there is still tomorrow..."

"...Miss Dong, do you know that I have said enough goodbye and finally lost sleep on the morning of May..."

"...So those may not be true, Miss Dong, you are not a female classmate with no story..."

"...falling in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland in my home, which makes me feel desperate, Miss Dong..."

It's no accident that Song Dongye's song "Miss Dong" became popular all over the world.

The melody of this song is simple and easy to spread.

Say it is simple, it is not as simple as a piece of white paper.

There is still a little lyricism and depth in the song, which makes it easy to catch people.

The independent ballads of this kind of temperament can be dedicated to the vicissitudes of life as a spare tire, or to the wandering goddess, which is most suitable for the current mentality of those people who are really vicissitudes and loneliness, or those who are fake vicissitudes and loneliness.

The new plane where Zhang Qiyang is now, except for the change of some important people, is no different from the previous life in all aspects of the social form.

The hearts of the general public yearning for tranquility amid impetuousness are no different from those in the previous life.

Therefore, when Zhang Qiyang sang this song with the most vicissitudes and solid voice after coming to this plane, the hearts of countless listeners were touched by his deep singing voice.

Singing this song from Zhang Qiyang's mouth, it was like a cloud of sullen juice flowing out with the rhythm, sweeping away the smog in the sky.

People seem to see Miss Dong's sexy figure, and the sparkling eyes behind the smoke ring;
It seems to hear the transparent and quiet laughter, and those shadowy stories...

In Zhang Qiyang's vicissitudes and deep singing, the dry world began to crumble.

People's hearts fell inextricably, like dominoes, one by one intoxicated.

In this world, the most turbulent love is the forbearing love.

The most lingering love is the untouchable love.

In the emotional journey of people's life, the most beautiful time is those days when the heart is full of spring.

Each of us, men and women, has probably loved someone in our lives who you can't control or need to look up to.

When you look up at him or her, your mood must be rippling.

Even if you can't vent it, it will still leave you with the most unforgettable memory.

"In love with a wild horse, but I don't have prairie at home" is a poison that brings back memories.

The northwest suburb of the imperial capital.

in a villa.

Listening to "Miss Dong", the dry eye sockets of the third female porcupine were squeezed moist by Zhang Qiyang's deep and sassy singing just like this dry world.

The sad past came to her heart like a flood.

Look back.

He glanced at the innocent three-year-old boy who was playing with a big yellow duck on the bed.

The third pig sighed with relief and thought: "Hurry up and grow up, Jude, only when you grow up, your wild horse daddy, will return to your melancholy little grassland."

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