Ximen Wuqing's magnetic voice rang out in the quiet courtyard. It was indeed a voice that could make people pregnant. Just the moment he opened his mouth, He Jiong, Huang Lei, and the staff at the scene felt as if they had just eaten a mouthful of iced watermelon in the hot summer. Their entire bodies felt refreshed from head to toe.
If you complain too much about this world
When you fall, you dare not continue to move forward
Why do people have to be so fragile and degenerate?
Please turn on the TV
How many people are working hard and bravely for their lives?
Should we be content and cherish everything, even if we don't have it?
I still remember you said home is the only castle, running along with the river of fragrant rice
Smile, I know the dreams of childhood
Don't cry, let the firefly take you away
Country songs are always relied on
The bullet screen that was still flying in the live broadcast room was now eerily silent. Everyone was quietly listening to Wuqing's voice on the screen. His voice was so clear and sweet, like a stream of spring water, flowing and nourishing your heart. Everyone was intoxicated by it.
Wuqing's song and guitar were both master-class. In addition to the beautiful song, the official was still a little rusty at the beginning. After singing a few lines, the official had completely immersed himself in the song. His singing became more and more proficient and mellow. The singing and guitar were also very well coordinated.
Official Ximen used simple words to create a very imaginative Zen realm. In the interlude of the song, he mixed hip-hop and folk music, and even added cricket sounds in the prelude.
Ximen Wuqing was completely immersed in the mood of the song and seemed to have forgotten everything about the outside world.
Go home, go back to the original beauty
Don't give up so easily
like I said
Can't you just change the dream you can't chase?
Coloring my life
First paint love with the color you like, smile
Success is not the goal
Let myself be happy
This is what meaning is
The paper plane of my childhood has finally flown back to my hand
The so-called happiness
Barefooted in the field, chasing dragonflies until I'm tired
Stealing fruits and getting stung by bees, I'm scared
Who's laughing?
I leaned against the scarecrow, singing and blowing in the wind, and fell asleep, oh oh
The afternoon guitar is clearer in the chirping of insects
Sunlight shines on the road, not afraid of heartbreak
Cherish everything, even if you don't have it
Remember you said home is the only castle
As the river of fragrant rice continues to run
Smile, I know the dreams of childhood
Don't cry, let the firefly take you away
Country songs are always relied on
Go home, go back to the original beauty
Remember you said home is the only castle
As the river of fragrant rice continues to run
Smile, I know the dreams of childhood
Don't cry, let the firefly take you away
Country songs are always relied on
Go home, go back to the original beauty
A good song could often make people cry, intoxicated, passionate, and hot-blooded. Teacher He was a very emotional person. At this moment, his eyes were already filled with tears as he looked at the high-ranking official in the arena.
Teacher Huang whispered," You sang so well. You're even more skilled at playing the guitar than last time. Your pitch is even more perfect. It's heavenly."”It was so exciting that Teacher Huang could only use two words to describe Wuqing's voice. He really did not know how to evaluate the rest. The lyrics, the mood, and the singing skills were all far beyond his.
Mr. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said,"This song is to tell everyone a very simple and easily forgotten truth, that is, contentment.”
After he finished speaking, he walked in front of the official and said with tears in his smile,"Seeing that you've dedicated such a beautiful song to us, I won't hold it against you for saying that I'm ugly. I'll introduce you to a girlfriend. How can such a perfect man not have a girlfriend?”
Ximen Wuqing looked at Teacher He and hesitated for a moment before saying,""Teacher He, even if you forgive me, I can't lie. Your looks are still passable, just passable.”
"Sir, can we still be friends? You have to keep a low profile. Even if you're handsome, you can't think that we're ugly.”
Wuqing waved his hand and handed the guitar to the beautiful editor. He stood up and patted Teacher He on the shoulder."Old He, people have to be brave enough to face their own shortcomings. So what if they are ugly? People like me want to keep a low profile, but my strength doesn't allow it! Big brother!"
This time, He Jiong almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His gaze was like a knife that was shooting towards Official Ximen.
Wuqing ignored Mr. He's gloominess and went straight to the staff's seat. He waved at the little beauty who had just handed him the guitar.
The little beauty's face revealed a bright smile as she hopped to Ximen Wuqing's side, looking up at him.
West Gate bent down and whispered a few words into the little beauty's ear.
Everyone was curious about what Wuqing was doing. She kept nodding her head with a smile on her face, which piqued everyone's curiosity.
However, after Lord Ximen finished speaking, he pinched the little beauty's fair face and said,""It's getting late. I want to go back and get some beauty sleep. Sleep is very important to a man, especially for someone like me.”
The little beauty stood rooted to the ground for a while before she let out a scream and ran back happily.
Mr. He and Mr. Huang looked at each other, their hearts filled with curiosity. However, Ximen Wuqing had already gone in to rest. The two of them stood in the wind for a while, feeling depressed. They sighed and began to clean up the dishes on the table.
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