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On the stage.

Ye Ming was stunned when he saw the emcee suddenly walking up.

He had thought that it was time for the emcee to stop him from singing the second song.

In the end.

The host came up to chat with him and praised him.

Ye Ming knew.

This might be a stall for time.

Ye Ming didn't know why he was stalling for time.

However, he did not mind.

It was a good opportunity for the graduates to calm down, because the new song was a tear-jerking song.

Below the stage, Zhao Yan and Wang Fang were naturally puzzled by this scene.

However, a leader beside him quickly whispered a few words into Zhao Yan's ear.

Zhao Yan suddenly understood.

At the same time, he also gave the school a thumbs up.

Without a doubt.

This was a win-win situation.

"Old Zhao, what's going on?" Wang Fang asked in a low voice.”

"Why did the host suddenly run up to chat with Little Ye? Are you still going to let Xiao Ye sing the second song? I've been waiting anxiously."

Zhao Yan explained," Because Xiao Ye's 'The Wind Rises' caused a huge commotion on the Internet, many people came to watch the live broadcast after hearing the news. Therefore, the leader decided to let the host go on stage to delay the time so that more netizens can come to watch this gala and witness Xiao Ye's second song.”

"This is a good thing, a win-win situation.”

Wang Fang was enlightened.

This was possible.

However…

The host didn't talk to Ye Ming for long, only about ten minutes.

He knew that it was time for him to leave.

He had already heard the complaints of the graduates below the stage.

They wanted to continue listening to Ye Ming's second song.

Hence, he decided to do it.

The host said," Through chatting with Brother Ye, I know that Brother Ye has never relaxed his expectations of himself all these years. This can be considered as setting an example for us students who are about to graduate."”

"Alright, I won't say anymore. The next stage will be left to Brother Ye!”

After the emcee finished speaking, he walked down.

"Aiya, this is the first time I didn't want to see the school belle standing on stage. She's finally gone.”

"Yeah, I really want to hear Brother Ye sing the second song. I'm looking forward to it. What kind of song will it be?”

"With 'The Wind Rises' as an example, I believe the second song won't be bad.”

"Brother Ye has already proven himself. His second song will definitely not be bad.”

“......”

It wasn't just the graduating students who were present. The audience watching the live broadcast couldn't sit still either.

They were already looking forward to it.

What kind of second song would Ye Ming bring?

On the stage.

Ye Ming looked at the juniors below the stage and said with a smile,

"Next, I'll give you all a song,'My Future Is Not a Dream'. I hope that your future is not a dream!”

Ye Ming's words caused the audience below the stage to boil again.

'My Future Is Not a Dream'?

What kind of song was this?

Inexplicably.

Everyone was looking forward to it.

At this moment.

The melody started.

The juniors in the audience subconsciously quieted down.

When they heard this melody, they all felt that it was very good.

He really wanted to know what kind of song it would be.

When the melody reached a certain point, Ye Ming's voice sounded again."

"Are you like me bowing under the sun?"

"Sweating and working hard in silence"

"Are you like me, even if you're neglected?"

"I won't give up the life I want."

The juniors below the stage trembled.

These short four lines of lyrics captured their hearts.

They seemed to think of their parents, working hard under the sun.

They seemed to think of their parents, who were neglected at work and silently endured it just to make ends meet.

In fact…

They seemed to be thinking about whether they would be like this many years later.

Would he work hard in silence to maintain his life and the life he wanted?

At this moment.

These short lyrics had deeply pierced their hearts.

Ye Ming's voice continued to ring in their ears."

"Are you like me, busy pursuing you all day?"

"Pursuing an unexpected gentleness"

"Are you at a loss like me?"

" Again and again, wandering on the crossroads."

"Because I don't care? What did others say?"

"I've never forgotten me."

"A promise to myself."

"The persistence of love"

The juniors below the stage trembled all over.

Now, they were no longer looking at their parents. Instead, it was as if they were really looking at themselves many years later.

He saw himself running around for a living.

He saw himself struggling for a living.

He saw himself silently enduring for the sake of life.

Even if he was at a loss.

Even if he was at a loss.

Even if they lost their way.

Below the stage, Zhao Yan.

His eyes were red.

Out of the two songs that Ye Ming had given him, he actually liked this song," My Future Is Not a Dream ", the most.

This was because the energy that this song transmitted was very strong.

Not only was it suitable for graduating students to listen to, but it was also suitable for those who had graduated many years ago and were currently at a loss.

In fact…

This was also very suitable for Ye Ming, who had just experienced the disbandment of the group.

However…

He was more gratified now.

He knew that with the birth of these two songs, the doubts and criticisms of Ye Ming on the Internet would vanish.

Wang Fang, who was sitting next to him, was watching Ye Ming sing on stage.

Her face was filled with relief.

She knew that the student they valued the most was definitely not a good-for-nothing.

He was just trying to fulfill the other party's wish.

Those who doubted Ye Ming, do you hear me now?

After listening to 'The Wind Rises' and 'My Future Is Not a Dream', do you still dare to question it?

......

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