Singer: Run to the Grammys, made Taylor Swift cry all night

Chapter 74: I asked you to sing for the school celebration, but you turned it into a concert?

In the live broadcast room, millions of netizens were still immersed in the shock of”Protecting the Yellow River”.

Therefore, they hardly heard the host’s first words. It was not until the host spoke again and read out Su Ran’s name that netizens reacted.

“What? What what!”

“Su Ran is going to perform again? Damn, this is too happy!”

“The song”Defend the Yellow River” I just sang has moved me so much that now I am listening to another song. How can I resist it?”

“For the school anniversary of his alma mater, Su Ran carefully prepared two songs, one exciting and the other melodious. He is looking forward to it!”

“He is worthy of being my brother. With his single-handed efforts, he increased the number of people in the live broadcast room of a school anniversary celebration by more than 5 million. This number is almost higher than that of”Singer 2024″!”

“……”

The liveliness of the event was no less than that of the online one.

The entire performance venue held 15,000 people, who shouted Su Ran’s name in unison, and even raised their phones and turned on their flashlights to cheer for Su Ran.

This was not a school celebration at all!

This was clearly a concert!

And it was a concert for 10,000 people!

…

On the stage.

The performance officially began.

I saw a girl with a gentle appearance, gently plucking the strings, and the melodious guzheng opened the prelude of the song.

Then.

The flute was also cleverly added in. These two Chinese musical instruments burst with ancient fragrance.

Playing in everyone’s ears.

The strong national style came with it, and a kind of elegant and gentle beauty was completely concretized at this moment.

People seemed to be able to feel the scene of grass growing, warblers flying, birds singing and flowers blooming!

You can also feel the picture of misty rain and going down to the south of the Yangtze River.

Zhang Weisheng’s face was full of excitement, and he was full of pride for Su Ran!

After forty years of teaching, having such a son, life is enough!

Other professors looked at Zhang Weisheng enviously, and lamented why they didn’t have such a student…

On the stage.

When the prelude ended, Su Ran picked up the microphone and began his singing

“The blank outlines the blue and white pattern, and the brush strokes become thick and light”

“The peony painted on the bottle is just like your first makeup.”

“The sandalwood fragrance drifts through the window and I understand your thoughts.”

“The writing stops here on the rice paper.”

Only four lines of lyrics have shocked everyone.

These lyrics are simply invincible!

Four lines of lyrics, with outstanding writing style, perfectly construct a clear picture!

Embryo!

Peony!

Sandalwood!

Rice paper!

Let alone other things, these few words alone are enough to leave 90% of the creators behind!

The mouths of netizens opened into a circle.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the subtitles, they wouldn’t know how to write these words!

In fact, there are many singers in the Chinese music scene who use all kinds of words to highlight their own culture.

The problem is that when a lot of words are piled up, it will cause gorgeous words and random piling!

I don’t know what they want to express at all.

But Su Ran is different.

His words are just right, without a trace of redundancy.

Perhaps this is the excellent lyrics written by a singer with background!

Su Ran’s singing voice sounded again

“The charm of the glaze-rendered ladies’ paintings is privately kept.”

“And your sweet smile is like a bud about to bloom,”

“Your beauty is fading away,”

“Going to places I can’t go”

“……”

Su Ran’s singing voice is like a breeze.

The breeze blows on the face, and the scene changes.

At this moment.

They seem to be not in school, and there is no school celebration.

Instead, they are in the misty Jiangnan water town. (To read the violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Every note is like a ripple in the water, gently rippling, touching everyone’s heartstrings.

Under the stage, the audience closed their eyes, quietly felt the melody, and silently savored every word of the lyrics.

In the live broadcast room, Wang Yuan’s mentality has undergone a major change!

At first!

He was full of jealousy of Su Ran!

There was even a trace of dissatisfaction. After all, no matter where he went, people would always compare him with Su Ran.

He is a genius from the Berklee College of Music!

Why has he been suppressed by Su Ran all the time!

In Wang Yuan’s heart, Su Ran is just good at singing English songs, and his Chinese songs are ordinary!

However.

With the sonata of”Defending the Yellow River” and the singing of”Blue and White Porcelain”, he seemed to have finally recognized the gap between the two.

Especially after witnessing the lyrics of”Blue and White Porcelain” with his own eyes, he truly felt the shock and felt Su Ran’s background and ability!

Even at this moment, he wanted to find Su Ran, kneel on the ground, kowtow and become his disciple!

Su Ran continued to sing[]

“The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you.”

“Smoke rises from the kitchen, thousands of miles away.”

“The calligraphy on the bottom of the vase imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.”

“.Consider it my foreshadowing of meeting you.”When the chorus came out, everyone was filled with exclamations.

The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I… am waiting for you?!

Damn!

What’s wrong with this guy’s brain!

Why can he write such lyrics!

Not only the students and netizens were shocked.

Even the teachers at the scene widened their eyes, full of praise for Su Ran.

You know.

These teachers at the Central Conservatory of Music are all giants in the music industry!

On weekdays, there are countless singers who come to ask them for advice. It is already very remarkable to get a compliment from them.

Not to mention, getting unanimous praise from all the teachers!

It is no exaggeration to say!

At this point, every word and every note has become art.

“The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you.”

“The moonlight was salvaged, blurring the ending,”

“Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful in its own right.”

“Your eyes are smiling”

“……”

When the second chorus (de ma de) ended, the whole song began to play an interlude.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded.

In combination with other folk music, it created an antique atmosphere.

The audience seemed to be in an ancient painting, where the charm of the ladies’ paintings and the softness of the Jiangnan water town were intertwined.

The dancers walked lightly, holding silk fans in their hands and dancing gracefully.

Their dancing postures were like willow branches swaying in the breeze, soft and agile.

After the interlude.

The second singing began.

“The white and blue koi fish leaps out from the bottom of the bowl.”

“When I copied the Song style signature, I was thinking of you.”

“You have hidden the secret in the kiln for thousands of years,”

“Extremely delicate, like an embroidery needle falling to the ground,”

“The banana leaves outside the curtains caused sudden rain, and the door knockers caused copper green.”

“I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River and offended you.”

“In the splash-ink landscape painting,”

“You are hidden from the depths of ink”

“……”