If her black hair was tied up and her skirt was a little longer, she would be no different from a bride waiting to be married.
Unlike her previous youthful and sweet image, Zhang Hanyun was generous and intellectual, elegant and reserved.
What was particularly eye-catching was the eye makeup patch under her right eye. Under the stage lights, it shone brightly like a tear stain.
Backstage, Su Yan looked at Zhang Hanyun quietly. The sweet and sour girl from back then had grown up under his company…
Zhang Hanyun, Sour and Sweet Is Me.
A line of words appeared on the screen of the live broadcast of 'Voice of Tomorrow.'
The music started.
After a cheerful melody.
A smile appeared on Zhang Hanyun's face. She picked up the microphone and spoke.
"I'm hiding under the covers and reading comics with a loudspeaker in my ears ~
Although I'm still in the ivory tower ~~ I want to grow up overnight ~~
Dear ~ Daddy, Mommy ~~
Don't call me silly ~~~
Although I'm very obedient ~~
It doesn't mean that I don't have any ideas…"
Her voice was gentle and innocent, like the candy that was left for the last time when she was a child. It was so sweet that it couldn't melt.
Backstage, the emcee, He Jiong, who had just walked off the stage, instantly had the urge to cry.
More than ten years ago, he was also the host of Super Girl.
A young lady with a beautiful voice had appeared out of nowhere.
As the runner-up of the local singing district and the third runner-up of the national finals, he broke into everyone's field of vision!
After that, he became popular on the internet with the song "Sour and Sweet Is Me"!
After so many years, when He Jiong heard her sing this song again, it brought back too many memories.
He Jiong still remembered that a few months ago, during the first host program.
Because the audience's cheers were very loud, everyone asked Zhang Hanyun to sing her famous song again.
But halfway through the song, Zhang Hanyun choked and stopped singing.
" I can't be cute forever. The songs I used to like have suddenly become childish to me now. I might never sing this song again…"
Zhang Hanyun said.
Of course, He Jiong could understand his feelings.
Mom and Dad, manga, ivory tower…The words in the lyrics could be described as " childish ".
So He Jiong did not understand. She had clearly said this before, so why would she sing this song again today…
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Of course, this song not only evoked He Jiong's memories, but also many of the audience's memories.
That summer, Mango TV at that time, super female voice, yogurt.
Many people were reminiscing about their youth and childhood along with this song.
It was definitely a memory kill. He was really about to cry!
She wanted to cry. She wanted to live forever in the early years of the 20th century, but it was a pity that time would never return. That was the era when the Great Wall Firewalls had not been built yet, and most people did not wear makeup. They did not even have mobile phones, and everyone could only exchange QQ numbers.
He had a girlfriend in 2008, lived together in 2009, and got married at the end of 2011. His girlfriend liked Mango TV very much. Now, from 2000 to 2010, everything in these 10 years was like a product of the last century, including the human heart. But if I could turn back, I would rather have lived in those ten years. My first love would not have died, my classmates would not have gone their separate ways, my teachers would not have aged, and days would not have been so urgent. In your free time, someone would accompany you to look up at the starry sky and talk loudly.
If I remember correctly, I should be in the third grade. Back then, the first game he played was a go-kart game. The first character he created on Adventure Island was a warrior. Red Alert even used the QQ battle platform. He spent money to chat at an Internet cafe, and Brother Hu was still singing about his carefree life...
When I was young, I really liked Zhang Hanyun. I thought she was cute and pure. When I was in elementary school, I bought her sticker and pasted it on my notebook and language book for one or two yuan each. My mom still has this song in her flip phone and has listened to it many times during the New Year. I don't know what the ivory tower in the lyrics is, but it even asked my parents…
【………………】
Su Yan, who was waiting backstage, had the urge to smoke.
Waiting for the lovesickness lamp to tell, a wisp of new love, old hatred thousands of wisps.
The most difficult thing was to stay in the human world. The vermilion face left the mirror and the flowers left the tree. Time was really a wonderful thing.
"Hey, Su Yan, I've advanced!”
"Wow, is this song written for me?”
" Don't smoke all the time. It's not good for your health…Why don't you…smoke yogurt? I'm the endorser…Or…you can smoke me…"
"Get lost, I hate you! Big liar!"
“………………”
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The singing continued…
"I like sour sweetness. This is the real me ~
Every day is very fresh to me ~~~
My picky taste buds ~~
The most unique difference ~~~
I like sour sweetness, this is the real me ~~~
I'm a little narcissistic in my youth ~~~
The world of adults ~~
Waiting for me to go on an adventure ~~~"
After the first half of the song ended, some of the older audience members began to wipe their eyes.
In the bullet comments in the live broadcast room, everyone was still reminiscing about those memories and thoughts that could not be recalled.
On the stage, Zhang Hanyun, who was wearing a white gown, put down the microphone.
She took out a veil and gently draped it over her head.
A beam of light shone on her body, as if an angel had descended.
With the addition of a white veil, she looked no different from a bride at a wedding.
After a few seconds of silence, screams began to rise like a tide!!!
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