You are a medical student, and you are stealing our singers' jobs?

Ling Yu's singing voice, like a trickling stream, flows gently in everyone's heart.

Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a beautiful festival for family reunion.

However, due to various factors in reality, many families cannot fulfill their expectations of family reunion on this day.

Under this circumstance, the Mid-Autumn Festival, in a seemingly festive atmosphere, must also carry a lot of regrets and sadness.

So many people would think that when Ling Yu adapted this ancient poem, he would definitely make the tone of the song particularly sad, and even full of sadness.

But.

After just listening to the first two sentences, everyone knew.

Ling Yu is still the same Ling Yu!

You may be able to guess the tone of his songs, but you will never guess how perfect he can make the tone of songs that sound ordinary!

He can always do it within reason, but also beyond expectation.

You may win, but Ling Yu will never lose!

Just like the song he adapted.

The tone of the song is indeed full of sadness, but there is no trace of sadness in the sadness.

The deep longing runs through it like a clear spring, but there is no affectation or pretentious sadness mixed in it.

The just right emotional expression is like a bowl of braised pork cooked by grandma herself, simple and rustic, but especially delicious.

Each piece of braised pork is like a bond in family affection, one more point is too fat, one less point is too little.

Ling Yu's way of composing music is like a top chef cooking, always able to make ordinary food taste extraordinary.

Write ordinary and ordinary emotions deeply into people's hearts, which is very easy to resonate.

This makes everyone have to admire and marvel at Ling Yu sincerely.

At this time.

Ling Yu's ethereal and pure singing voice continued to sound slowly.

"I want to ride the wind and go home, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there."

"Dancing with my shadow, it feels like I am not in the human world."

Hiss——!

This song, like the sound of nature, made everyone's scalp tingle.

The emotional intensity in the song was just right, like a clear spring, flowing into everyone's hearts.

The faint homesickness has been completely aroused by this singer.

Ling Yu, wearing a plain white Hanfu, stood quietly in front of the moon-shaped screen. Under the illumination of the stage lights, he really looked like a banished immortal with an extraordinary temperament!

Even in the eyes of everyone.

At this time, Ling Yu had almost transformed into Su Shi, the poet who has been passed down through the ages!

"Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the window."

"Shining on the sleepless, there should be no hatred."

"Why is it always full when we are apart?"

Ling Yu's singing voice is like the mist floating above the nine heavens, very beautiful, but you can see it but can't touch it.

At this moment, all the audiences have been completely immersed in this ethereal singing voice.

They have even ignored Ling Yu's existence at this moment!

Evidently, they can clearly see Ling Yu standing on the stage, but in their minds, at this moment, except for the singing voice like the sound of nature, everything seems to be blurred, even blank!

It's like a living person, whose soul has been taken away by the black and white impermanence!

But as the singing continues.

In everyone's mind, every bit of life with their family has turned into a picture full of memories, like a revolving lantern, constantly switching.

This makes countless people's hearts slowly wrapped by a warm current!

Even at this moment.

Their hearts have already drifted to their distant hometown along with Ling Yu's singing...