On the stage.
Zhang Ming didn't pay attention to the audience who were still discussing in low voices. He nodded at the band, indicating that they could start.
Suddenly, the music started playing.
The moment the music started, Zhang Ming also entered the zone.
His newly acquired immersive skill was also quietly activated.
For a moment, everyone who heard the melody subconsciously quieted down.
Although it was their first time listening to this melody, they felt that it was inexplicably pleasant to listen to. There was a kind of spiritual power surging in them.
When the music reached a certain point, Zhang Ming's magnetic voice sounded for the first time on the stage of The Singer, in front of the entire country.
"The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door."
"Destroy the world!"
"My dream is cold, and I've been tossing and turning for a lifetime."
"How many love debts?"
"If you acquiesce to life and death,"
"Waiting for the growth rings one after another."
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked.
They didn't expect their eldest senior brother to have such a pleasant and magnetic voice.
Most importantly, when they listened to this short paragraph, they seemed to see images.
It was as if they had really seen that empty door. It was as if they had really seen a person waiting there for his entire life.
An inexplicable sense of sadness filled their hearts.
On the stage.
Zhang Ming closed his eyes and continued to sing.
"How many floors of the pagoda are broken?"
"Whose soul is broken?"
"The pain goes straight to a broken lamp."
"The collapsed mountain gate!"
"Allow me to wait for history to turn around."
"Waiting for the wine to mellow, waiting for you to play the zither."
The people who were not optimistic about the current big brother from the national team shut up. They were already addicted to it.
It was too good.
The melody, the lyrics, and Zhang Ming's interpretation were simply too good to listen to.
They felt as if they were in the middle of it. They saw the pagoda and the zither playing.
The scene was very clear.
That singing voice was very moving.
On the stage.
Zhang Ming opened his eyes and looked at the audience below the stage. His eyes were filled with loneliness.
When the audience saw Zhang Ming's gaze, they were all shocked.
What a pair of lonely eyes.
He sang,
"The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown."
"I heard that you are always alone."
"The mottled city gate is entrenched with old tree roots."
"The stone slab echoes of waiting."
The Rain Deity, who was standing at the side of the stage, was also affected by the scene. He felt like crying.
Other than shock, he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the song.
Although he knew that this senior brother from the national team was arranged by the program team at the end, he was definitely capable.
However, even though he was mentally prepared, he was still moved and shocked when he heard Zhang Ming's performance.
Especially listening to Zhang Ming's singing, it was as if he was listening to a story, oh no, it should be a story.
As he listened to Zhang Ming's magnetic voice, very clear words kept appearing in his mind.
Even though it was the first time he had heard this song, the Rain Deity still understood it immediately and felt the mood of the song.
Then, he started crying.
Zhang Ming from the national team really had the ability to call the shots.
On the stage.
Zhang Ming closed his eyes again. He didn't look at anyone else. He was completely immersed in his own world.
He just wanted to pour all the emotions in his heart into this song.
He sang,
"The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown."
"I heard that you are still guarding the isolated city."
"The sound of the flute in the suburbs falls on that Nomura."
"Fate takes root, it's us"
Li Weijia, who was standing below the stage, was crying his eyes out.
At this moment, he had already forgotten about everything else.
At this moment, he was completely immersed in the artistic conception of this song.
He cried from the singing.
He was moved to tears.
At this moment, he finally understood what Zhang Ming had just said.
It turned out,
This was Zhang Ming's mission!
As Li Weijia listened, he couldn't help but stand even straighter.
He paid his respects to Zhang Ming!
This song was really too good.
Who said that the national team didn't know how to sing pop songs?
Wasn't this one?
In fact, this song was a hundred times better than other songs.
On the stage.
Zhang Ming opened his eyes, but he didn't look at anyone. Instead, he walked slowly on the stage.
When the music reached a certain point, his voice sounded again.
"Listen to the laughter of youth."
"Many people are envious."
"The book of history is gentle and unwilling."
"The strokes are too ruthless."
"The fireworks are easy to be cold, and the people are easy to separate."
"And you're asking me if I'm still serious."
In the control room.
Many people's eyes were wet. They were touched by this song.
Even Hong Tao was no exception. He took off his glasses and wiped his tears.
Although Hong Tao already knew that Zhang Ming was very strong, when he heard Zhang Ming's " Blue and White Porcelain," he was still shocked and moved.
Especially when those seemingly real images appeared in front of him, he choked even more.
At this moment…
He finally understood why Zhang Ming had told him that he only needed to hum the song during rehearsal.
It turned out,
He was afraid that if he lost all his emotions during the rehearsal, he would not be able to find that feeling during the live broadcast.
It turned out,
He just wanted to present a better performance to everyone.
Hong Tao was extremely impressed.
This was a true singer.
On the stage.
Zhang Ming continued to sing,
"A thousand years later, our love for each other is deep."
"Who else is waiting?"
"And how can history not be true?"
"Book of Wei, Luoyang City."
In the backstage hall.
Many people's eyes were red.
Especially the first singers, they were more sensitive to music.
It was precisely because of this that when they heard Zhang Ming's performance, they entered the mood of the song even faster.
It was as if he was there.
It was precisely because of this that they admired Zhang Ming even more. They admired him even more, and they found it even more unbelievable.
He was too strong.
This senior brother from the national team had reached the peak of music.
In fact,
The level that Zhang Ming had reached was something that they had dreamed of, but it was far beyond their reach.
Hua Chenyu listened to Zhang Ming's performance. While he was moved, he was also burning with a raging fire.
Sure enough, Zhang Ming from the national team did not disappoint him.
In fact,
He was far more powerful than he had imagined.
Was this the strength of the national team?
So strong!
It was too powerful!
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