Seeing that Tang Yi was not moving, Huang Tu thought that he was nervous and comforted him. "Wen Xiaoyi, don't feel pressured, just sing any song.”
"Damn, isn't this a foodie streamer? She was actually going to sing, and she was caught off guard.”
"Why don't I have any expectations?”
"I'm here to see Teacher Huang."
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"Teacher Huang is such a good person. This is to repay the host. If the host sings well, with such high viewership ratings for 'Limit Challenge', you will become famous in an instant.”
"I feel the same way. I just don't know if the host can seize this opportunity.”
"Previous poster, you're thinking too much. Whether the singing is good or not, it will be cut out.”
Glancing at the comments in the live broadcast room, Tang Yi's heart skipped a beat. This was indeed a chance for him. Whether he was famous or not was secondary. He just wanted to gain a wave of faith points.
Countless songs echoed in his mind, and finally, it landed on the most familiar song.
Every time a blind date failed, Tang Yi would play this song for a long time. This song accompanied him through countless lonely nights.
"It's cloudy outside the window."
"The music is low."
"My heart is starting to miss you."
Tang Yi's deep and magnetic voice slowly appeared after he sang the first few lines of the song, accompanied by a slow and pleasant prelude.
"The lights have dimmed too."
"The music is low."
"The marshmallow in my mouth has also melted."
"It's cloudy outside the window."
"I'm bored."
"My heart is starting to miss you."
......
"It's raining!"
"People are not happy."
"My heart is really hurt."
The small supermarket was extremely quiet. The comments in the live broadcast room had long stopped, and only Tang Yi's sad voice echoed.
It was not until his singing stopped for a long time that someone recovered from the sad music.
"Pa pa pa"
Huang Mang was the first to applaud, and the other staff members also came to their senses. The small supermarket burst into applause, attracting the attention of passers-by.
"Tell me that I wasn't dreaming.”
"I just broke up with someone and came to find happiness. Why are you even sadder?”
"I won't say anything else. Streamer 666.”
"The lyrics are simple and the music is simple. Why is it so good and so sad? I really want to fall in love.”
"Song title, streamer, song title.”
......
"Wen Xiaoyi, you really surprise me.”Huang Tu stood up angrily and patted Tang Yi's shoulder." This is what you mean by not being able to sing. How are you going to let those famous singers live?"”
Tang Yi smiled bitterly, not knowing how to explain.
One second, he really wouldn't, but the next second, he would. This inexplicable matter made Tang Yi very flustered because he had another 500 points of debt.
"What's the name of this song? Did you write it? It's really nice. The key is that you sing well.”
Huang Tu sighed emotionally. He had released a few albums before and had become famous all over the country with his voice. He naturally understood the value of this song. Although the lyrics were simple, not everyone could sing it. He had just rehearsed a few lines and could not grasp the mood of Tang Yi's singing. That was the taste.
"It's called 'I'm Really Hurt', and it was written by a friend.”Tang Yi shook his head and did not agree.
"Zhu Yi, you are really humble.”
Huang Tu said with a laugh. He was already certain that Tang Yi had written it because he had never heard of this song before. If it was really written by someone else, the quality of this song would have made it famous long ago. Why would he only hear it for the first time today?
Tang Yi smiled shyly and didn't say anything.
"Wen Xiaoyi, what else can you sing? Sing a few more songs, sing those that your friend wrote.”
At first, Huang Tu only felt that Tang Yi was very friendly, and he couldn't help but feel close to him. But now, he was looking forward to what kind of surprise Tang Yi could give him.
"Teacher Huang, look!"
The assistant director behind Huang Zao was getting anxious. Although he admitted that Tang Yi's singing was good and he was willing to listen to a few more songs, they were still recording " Extreme Challenge ". If he continued to stay in this small supermarket, how could he continue to play and record the group activities?
Seeing that the director was anxious, Huang Xiong chuckled and said to Tang Yi," Xiaoyi, look at how anxious the director is. Let's sing another song. I'll be leaving after listening to another song. I can't just sit here and listen to the concert for free."”
"Alright then."
Tang Yi nodded. He had just taken a look at his debt. His debt had been reduced by more than 500 after that song. This kind of gain made him very willing to continue singing.
"The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots."
"The dead trees in the courtyard bloom again."
"Half-lived, so many words"
"Hiding in a head of white hair"
......
"The little feet in my memory."
"A toot little mouth."
"Give her my love for the rest of my life"
"Just for that one call of 'Dad and Mom'."
"Where did all the time go?"
......
The song ended, but the crowd did not leave. The small supermarket was quiet, and everyone was immersed in the artistic conception of Tang Yi's song.
If the song just now had only shaken their hearts and made them feel sad, this song," Time Has Gone," had directly shaken their souls and made them cry.
"Wen Xiaoyi."
Huang Tu raised his head slightly and wiped away the tears that flowed out uncontrollably. He went forward and hugged Tang Yi tightly. He patted his back and comforted him," Xiao Yi, don't cry."”
Tang Yi nodded with a sob, but tears kept flowing out of his eyes. The first few sentences made him start crying. He thought of his parents, who had raised him with great difficulty, provided him with food and clothes, but he was so naughty that he only brought trouble to them. He still did not understand what it meant to raise a child. His parents had passed away. That loneliness and helplessness had always been with him.
For the past two years, no matter how much he had been hurt or wronged, he had never cried. Now, as the song played, he could not help but cry. All his strength was hidden. He was still the child who could not grow up and only knew how to be naughty in the eyes of his parents.
(It was just a few hundred words, and I didn't know how much time I had wasted. I wrote it, changed it, and deleted it. Along the way, I couldn't help but cry a few times when I was thinking about it. Unfortunately, my writing style was too poor, and I couldn't write that kind of feeling. I gave the poem "Where Has Time Gone" to all parents in the world, Zhou Bichang's version.)）
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