"You are in the southern sun,"
"It's snowing."
"I was in the cold night in the north,"
"Four Seasons Like Spring!"
"If we can make it before dark."
"I want to forget your eyes!"
"I've spent my entire life…"
"I can't finish a dream…"
His deep and gentle voice filled the entire venue.
The atmosphere was pushed to a climax again!
"This is a folk song!"
"Lu Ping actually knows folk songs!"
In front of the computer, Elder Liang was stunned. Just now, he thought that Lu Ping was an all-rounder. In the end, he really came to prove himself?!
"This song…feels so sad.”
In the sunny south, snow was falling. In the cold north, it was like spring all year round…
"It's snowing here.”
"I said to her,'Go for a walk?'，”
"She didn't say anything."
"I really want to take a walk with her under the snowy sky. If I'm not careful, I'll be able to walk until my hair turns white.”
An audience member said.
Many people comforted him.
"Brother, don't be sad. There are plenty of fish in the sea.”
"Yeah, listen to the song."
In front of a computer, a young man looked at these comforting words. The corners of his mouth curled up, but tears streamed down his face.
"Hahahahaha, I lied to you. Actually, it's not snowing here, and she's not here either.”
“……”
“……”
Lu Ping sang softly,
"She no longer talked about the lonely island with anyone.”
"Because my heart is already deserted.”
"My heart can't hold a family anymore.”
"Be a mute who only lies to himself.”
"He said that any beauty that is praised of you,"
"Not as good as the first time he met you."
"Time is struggling at death's door.”
Sadness shrouded the hearts of the audience. Even the screen fell silent.
Everyone sat in front of their computers and listened quietly.
"If all the lands were joined together,"
"I walked my whole life just to hug you.”
"Drunk, his dream. Good night.”
Little Song's eyes reddened!
Everyone had their own story.
If a person was pretentious, everything would sound like they were singing about themselves.
Many people had goosebumps!
Images that had been sealed away for a long time flashed in his mind. There was warmth, beauty, and determination!
On the deserted street, he staggered back home drunk and fell on an empty bed.
Lu Ping was also filled with emotions. Although this world was specious, for him personally, the environment around him had not changed at all.
His parents were still his parents, and his relatives were still his original relatives.
He still remembered that when he was young and frivolous, he had done many ridiculous things. Now, it seemed that he had just laughed it off.
"I just woke up from a dream."
"Ridiculous for a lifetime."
"South Mountain…"
"Bei Qiu Bei Bei…"
"There are piles of grains on Nanshan Hill."
"Nan Feng Nan…"
"North Sea…"
"There are tombstones in the North Sea."
The music had stopped, but the audience was still immersed in their own emotions and could not extricate themselves.
Suddenly, a bullet comment asked,"Is there a story behind this song?"”
Lu Ping shook his head." When you hear this song, the story that comes to mind has nothing to do with me. This is a story that only you know.”
"A story that only I know…"
Many of the audience members sat on their chairs in a daze. Their faces were filled with sorrow and joy as they muttered to themselves.
……
Many professionals in the industry fell silent.
What kind of singer was Lu Ping?
One had to know that in order to sing well and move people's hearts, one had to put in their own feelings. Some singers even shed tears as they sang!
As for Lu Ping?
The previous song was still passionate and inspirational, but in the blink of an eye, he had sung such a sad or sorrowful song!
The most terrifying thing was that he had successfully stirred up the emotions of the audience!
This foundation was simply terrifying!
……
Before the audience could recover from their shock, Lu Ping seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said,"I can't tell you the story, but there's a poem that I think is very suitable for the occasion.”
These words successfully aroused the curiosity of the audience, and the bullet screen revived again.
"What poem?"
"Lu Ping can write poems?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense? Have you forgotten about that 'Qing Ping Diao'? Our department's professor even specially took a class to talk about this poem. In the end, he gave an evaluation that there was no other poem that wrote about a beauty in the world!”
"Really? Although I also think it's good, it can't be to this extent, right? Which school are you from?"
" Wudaokou Polytechnical College."
" A professional school?"
"…Don't be silly. This guy is here to show off.”
"F * ck, I searched online. Tsinghua University?”
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