"Wow, how did he sing this song so well?”
"Isn't his singing too stable? His singing is superb!"
"It's not just his aura. His voice, his voice is also superb!”
As people listened to this song, images began to appear in front of their eyes.
Chen Fan's voice became deeper and deeper when he sang the song.
It was as if a young man in his thirties was talking to you, and the scene was so intense that it was almost explosive.
Moreover, the lyrics of this song sounded like a poem.
Chen Fan seemed to have become a poet as he sang the praises of a mother. The scene became so romantic and touching.
"I love the wrinkles on your face."
"When you're old and your eyes droop…"
Chen Fan continued to sing!
He still maintained the same rhythm as before.
He was neither in a hurry nor slow, and he spoke slowly!
At this moment, his voice became a little ethereal, as if it had become a breeze that caressed people's faces.
Chen Fan's accompaniment also sounded at this time.
This was a violin and piano accompaniment. Chen Fan had recorded it in advance and played it at this time.
Combined with Chen Fan's performance on the guitar, it gave the song a different feeling.
It was as if he had evolved!
He actually hung a guitar on his body!
"So handsome!"
"Wow, what is he doing?"
"This action is so cool. This song is well written. It should be his original creation!”
"Hahaha, compared to Chen Fan, Kun Kun is crushed to the ground!”
Many people thought of their mothers when they heard this.
His mother by the candlelight, his old mother.
Even some of the young people thought of how their mother looked when she was old!
The son wanted to support his parents, but his parents did not wait. This was the thing that many people were most worried about.
" I can't keep all your years..."
"But time keeps me."
"The fragrance that never stopped for me is my spring!”
At this moment, Chen Fan changed his voice and began to sing this sentence in a falsetto and high pitch!
His sentence was different from Zhao Zhao's. It was more like Li Jian's version.
When his falsetto was heard, the emotions in many people's hearts began to block.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard that and they looked at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan lowered his head and picked up the guitar again. He lowered his eyes and slowly sang again.
A unique melancholic aura seemed to emanate from his body, causing many people to be stunned.
It was too depressing.
This kind of temperament influenced many people, reminding them of the story of Chen Fan and his mother, and the story of himself and his mother.
"How many have loved the happy hours of your youth.”
"Admire thy beauty, false or true.”
" There's only one person who still loves your devout soul and the wrinkles on your face…"
Chen Fan continued to sing!
At this moment, his high notes gradually soared.
Countless images appeared in front of the audience.
When he was young, his mother would bathe him.
When he grew up, his mother would cook for him, take care of him when he was sick, do housework every day, send him to school, and give him pocket money…
There were simply too many scenes!
As time passed, the wrinkles on her mother's face grew more and more, and the silver color in her hair grew more and more…
However, they did not seem to notice it.
Sometimes, she would even lose her temper at her mother.
Sometimes, he would get impatient.
She had completely forgotten how her mother had raised her in the past.
"Sob, sob, sob, this song is so touching!”
"This melody is too depressing!”
"I admit, I'm about to cry!"
"What kind of treasure boy is Chen Fan to be able to write such a good song!”
All kinds of praises for Chen Fan and the song flashed across the bullet screen.
Slowly, Chen Fan began to sing the chorus again!
"When you're old and your hair turns white…"
He slowly began to sing again, and the emotions in the hearts of the audience began to gather.
In the end, it was like a river converging together, and it was about to lose its patience.
When Chen Fan reached the climax of the song, the audience's emotions finally broke.
They began to miss their mother!
"How many people have loved the happy moments of your youth!”
Chen Fan picked up the guitar and raised the pitch. The sound seemed to spread throughout the studio and reverberated in everyone's hearts.
A unique oppressive atmosphere gradually enveloped the entire studio with Chen Fan's singing.
Many of the audience members could no longer control their emotions and began to cry!
"Mommy, I'm sorry!"
"Mother, I love you!"
"Mom, happy Mother's Day!"
The bullet comments in the live broadcast room also flashed past this. In fact, their eyes also felt extremely bitter!
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