Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing

Hao Qiang took the microphone, nodded slightly, coughed, and smiled like a spring breeze.

“Thank you, it’s a great honor!”

“The seniors just danced very well and sang very well.” Hao Qiang said calmly, “I will sing a song. If I don’t sing well, please forgive me.

The song is “An Xiang”, which is better with accompaniment.

I wish all students to study hard and be happy every day in the new semester. Thank you everyone.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the freshmen gave him warm applause, especially the students who had just heard him sing.

The freshmen and sophomores who didn’t know what was going on were very curious about his performance.

“This freshman is very brave, but I don’t know how he sings?”

“If he dares to go on stage, he must be very good, otherwise he will lose face.”

“It’s hard to say. The song “An Xiang” is not easy to sing. It requires a high level of breath and singing explosiveness. It is not an easy song to sing.” A student who knows a little about music said.

“Yes, the high notes are very difficult, and it is difficult for ordinary people to sing them, and it is also difficult to connect them.”

These students who have heard this song understand that the singer needs to release his emotions, shout and be crazy, which is difficult for ordinary people to let go.

On the stage, Hao Qiang is brewing emotions.

In his mind, in addition to the songs he was familiar with, he is only familiar with ten songs, and this “Anxiang” is one of them.

The golden finger did not reward him with too many songs, all of which were very popular.

As the accompaniment sounded, Hao Qiang slowly raised his head, frowned slightly, and looked melancholy.

The students around him couldn’t help but be infected by his emotions.

Hao Qiang’s classmates felt that he had completely changed.

“When the petals leave the flower, the fragrance remains;

The fragrance disappears after the wind and rain, and no one comes to smell it…”

Hao Qiang’s gentle and affectionate voice, like a spring breeze, instantly made the teachers, students and instructors on the scene appreciate the beauty and power of love.

It has to be said that after being possessed by skills, even big singers can’t beat him. If you haven’t been to a concert, the scene of crazy shouting is unimaginable.

Before, when Hao Qiang sang “Walking on the Road of Life”, he just sang it a cappella without speakers, and the noise at the scene made the auditory effect very ordinary.

Now, with speakers and accompaniment, it is completely different.

Therefore, everyone was deeply attracted by his singing, shocked instantly, and exclaimed in admiration.

“Wow, the voice is so nice!”

“This voice feels better than the original singer!”

“Fuck, this singing skill is so handsome!”

“Oh my God, you sing so well.”

As soon as Hao Qiang opened his mouth, his musical talent was revealed.

Soon, the climax of the song came quickly.

“If the heart dies in brilliance;

Love will be reborn in ashes…”

Hao Qiang devoted his feelings without reservation, and used the deepest screams in his heart to interpret the artistic conception of the lyrics.

His singing voice was as hot as a raging fire and as deep as ashes, making everyone feel the pain and rebirth of love, as if seeing love blooming with new hope in despair.

This affectionate singing made many girls’ eyes wet, and they felt that Hao Qiang was too bad.

The students of the art troupe sighed one after another, saying that he was really a super awesome person.

Qiu Yuqing was standing outside the venue and was also deeply moved by Hao Qiang’s singing. She stared at Hao Qiang on the field seriously. Did he have a vigorous love?

Otherwise, how could he express such a strong pain of love so accurately.

And so vicissitudes!

Li Yunfeng was originally quite confident in his singing level, but now compared with Hao Qiang, especially after the sound effects were amplified, and the difficulty of singing this song was extremely high, he suddenly felt that his singing was as unbearable as dog shit.

This bastard, singing is so awesome!

Damn, it’s a pity not to be a star, what’s the point of studying!

Yes, this is also the voice of countless students.

He is 1.8 meters tall, handsome, and he sings so well. It would be a waste if he is not a star.

His singing is so penetrating, as if there is a kind of magic that moves everyone present.

Not only the thousands of students in the stadium were fascinated by it, but even the students outside the stadium heard the moving melody and came closer to watch curiously.

“Are there any stars coming to help tonight?” Some students asked in confusion.

However, when the seniors near the stadium came closer, they couldn’t help but widen their eyes in shock: “Damn, this is not a star, it’s clearly a student singing!”

There was no other noise except Hao Qiang’s singing.

Everyone was immersed in this wonderful music, and some students closed their eyes and listened quietly.

At the end of the song, Hao Qiang slowly lowered his head and remained silent.

His thoughts seemed to be pulled back to the emotional setbacks in the pastThe compromise made his eyes wet.

The scene fell into a brief silence, but then there was a roar of shouts, screams and applause.

The students shouted one after another, hoping that Hao Qiang could continue to stay on the stage.

“One more song, one more song!”

“Hao Qiang, you are so handsome, one more song!”

The shouts surged like a tide, and the students of the art troupe also joined the shouting, their eyes full of admiration and respect for Hao Qiang.

The host also said excitedly: “It’s so shocking, the live concert is just like this, Hao Qiang, can you sing another song?”

“One more song!”

“One more song!”

“Damn, it almost made me, a big boy, cry!”

“There must be another song!”

The scene was already blown up, countless students were moved by Hao Qiang’s singing, and they were excited and enthusiastic.

Hao Qiang thought for a moment and said calmly: “Thank you, everyone. The last song is the Cantonese song “A Chinese Ghost Story”. It would be better if there is a backing track.”

“Yes, yes, please wait a moment.” The sophomore who was in charge of sound adjustment immediately responded loudly.

The students in the audience burst into warm applause. They couldn’t wait to see Hao Qiang sing again.

When the backing track slowly sounded, the whole venue suddenly became silent, and all eyes were focused on Hao Qiang.

“The road of life is like a long dream;

The road is windy and frosty, and the wind and frost are dry on the face…”

As soon as Hao Qiang opened his mouth, it was as if the god of singing was here, his voice was affectionate and magnetic.

His singing was like the gurgling water of a stream in the forest, and like the melodious melody of the piano and flute upstairs, floating over the campus playground, making people intoxicated.

The song just now made people sad, and this song “A Chinese Ghost Story” was the same, deepening the resonance of the audience.

Hao Qiang’s voice didn’t sound like something that an 18-year-old student could perform. It sounded more like the deep feelings of a 30-year-old man who had experienced years of precipitation and understood life.

How did he do it?

Two or three minutes later, the song ended.

Hao Qiang gently placed the microphone on the lawn and gracefully left the stage. The one-hour super singing skills time was over.

After he took a few steps, the scene broke out into thunderous applause again, surging like a tide.

Some people still shouted “One more song”, but seeing that Hao Qiang had already left the stage, they didn’t dare to ask again.

At this moment, students praised Hao Qiang one after another:

“Zhongda singing god!”

“Hao Qiang, you sing so well!”

The voices of countless people gathered into a torrent, expressing their admiration for Hao Qiang without any dispute.

Two songs resonated with everyone at the scene.

Who can do this?

It’s so beautiful that it makes people intoxicated.

If there were better sound equipment, it would probably be more shocking.

Hao Qiang returned to the venue and was warmly cheered by his classmates.

Qiu Yuqing thought for a moment and walked towards Hao Qiang.

With a charming smile on her face, she walked towards Hao Qiang, which aroused the curiosity and speculation of the students present.

Could it be that she was moved by Hao Qiang’s moving singing and wanted to learn from him?

Or what?