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

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

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

"Why is it always full when we say goodbye?"

"Full when we say goodbye~"

Ling Yu's singing, every word, every sentence, is like a bullet, passing through time, crossing space, carrying the power of the ancient times, and hitting people's hearts directly.

At this moment, the concentration of various emotions has reached the critical point.

Sadness, sadness, regret, loneliness, loneliness... All kinds of emotions are intertwined and exploded like a bomb!

Countless netizens got up from their seats.

Some people came to the window.

Some people came to the balcony.

Some people came to the courtyard...

Maybe everyone lives in different places, but when everyone looks up at the sky.

The bright moon in the eyes is the same, the longing in the heart is the same, and the song heard in the ears is the same...

In the quiet night sky, the stars are dotted and the moonlight is like water.

When the ethereal and pure singing continued, everyone felt that all the uneasiness and anxiety in their hearts were soothed.

"People have joys and sorrows."

"The moon waxes and wanes."

"This is difficult to achieve in ancient times."

"May we live long."

"We share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart~"

When Ling Yu finished singing the last part of the song, everyone was completely drunk, infatuated, and fascinated.

But they could no longer tell whether they were intoxicated by the singing or obsessed with memories...

Finally, when the song's ending was completely over.

Ling Yu stood up on the stage, holding the microphone in both hands, bowed with a smile, and said softly:

"Thank you everyone!"

When he was not singing, Ling Yu's voice was still very clear and clean, like a clear spring, which could flow into everyone's ears silently.

It was Ling Yu's soft words of "Thank you everyone" that brought countless netizens who looked up at the bright moon back to their senses.

At the same time, they also realized that the performance of this song is over, this evening show is over, and this Mid-Autumn Festival is over...

But - life is not over yet!

Ling Yu will definitely have the next song, the next evening show, and the next Mid-Autumn Festival!

For a time, all kinds of complex emotions swept from the depths of the hearts of countless netizens like a tide.

And many people who are alone and have no one to talk to can only return to the computer and vent their emotions in the form of barrage.

"For me, it is a pity that I can't reunite with my family this Mid-Autumn Festival. But I have no regrets to be accompanied by Teacher Ling Yu's singing!"

"Yes! There is still a chance to reunite with my family next Mid-Autumn Festival, but next Mid-Autumn Festival, I may not be able to hear this kind of Mid-Autumn song that can be called a golden song again!"

"Indeed! The status of this song is absolutely irreplaceable in the future Mid-Autumn Festival, and Teacher Ling Yu is definitely an irreplaceable singer."

"This is absolutely irrefutable. I agree with it with both hands and feet. Teacher Ling Yu's adaptation is too good. Although the lyrics have not changed a word, the melody and the artistic conception of the lyrics are perfectly integrated."

"I think, if someone wants to adapt this ancient poem in the future, they must weigh their own abilities to see if they can overcome the mountain of Teacher Ling Yu? If they don't have enough strength, they should not sensationalize!"

"I agree more than ever! Brother Yu is always a god!"