"It sounds good!"
The audience's eyes lit up.
Just this prelude was completely superior to Zhou Ping's. For example, Zhou Ping's prelude was a glass of water, while the prelude on the Qingming Rain was like a pot of sake.
" National Style again?!"
Those who were more familiar with them immediately recognized the style of this song and were immediately amazed.
Since when did the national culture become so easy?
Any random song was a national style?
This time, it was even more exaggerated. He improvised a national song?
"The window shines through the first dawn, the sun shines on the west bridge, and the clouds shake.”
"I think of the corner of your clothes that year.”
"Wood carving flowing gold, ripples of time, I stopped writing seven years ago.”
"Because I'm only writing for you in this life.”
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Xu Song sang in a low voice. He was still holding the lyrics. Because he was improvising, he was not familiar with the lyrics.
However, the more he sang, the more amazed he became. As expected of Elder Lin. His literary background was really hundreds of streets ahead of others.
"Coming, coming! Lin Group's lyrics!"
"Lin Fei is really too talented, because I'm only writing for you in this life. How can you think of such a sentence?”
"You're telling me this is an impromptu song?”
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The audience discussed animatedly.
The one who was most surprised was naturally Fang Wenshan, who was sitting at the back.
He was the founder of the national style lyrics.
He was extremely sensitive to any kind of national song.
However, from the moment Xu Song sang the first line until now, Fang Wenshan had been sitting upright and motionless, as if he had been shocked.
Good lyrics!
Good song!
"The rain moistens my eyes, and I lean on the well every year, hoping to return to the hall.”
"I'm most afraid that I won't realize that tears have already torn down two lines."
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The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound at all.
It was as if they were immersed in the misty rain scenery that Lin Fei had drawn.
"I wandered in the mortal world, unable to find your paradise.”
"East bottle, west mirror, I can't wait to forget.”
"It's the Qingming rain again.”
"Sing your favorite song softly.”
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To the audience, it was nothing more than a nice song that was very artistic and beautiful.
But to the singers present, this song was like a heavy bomb. Every word and sentence in the lyrics was filled with sorrow and sorrow.
"I was lost in this world alone, unable to find a paradise with you. My life was peaceful, but I only wished that I could forget the beauty of the past. It was another Qingming Festival. You were in heaven in the rain, and I was in the world in the rain. I could only break a chrysanthemum to send you your thoughts and sing your favorite song softly.”
That was what the last sentence meant.
However, the more she understood, the more shocked she was towards Lin Fei on the stage.
One had to know.
They had just watched this guy improvise.
In just ten minutes, he could write such lyrics and compose such a song?
"Is it really not a test?"
Zhou Bibi could not help but feel puzzled.
But Hou Xian shook his head firmly,"
"This is definitely a song they improvised.”
Why was he so sure?
Because on the plane yesterday, Lin Fei had just asked about the program segment. At that time, he was very surprised. It was obviously the first time he knew that there was an impromptu song.
Because of this, Hou Xian had a look of admiration.
To be able to compose such a song on such an occasion, at least he couldn't do it.
"There is a zither in the distance, clear and ethereal, its sound urging the rain.”
"I'll tell myself what's on my mind."
"The moon is flickering, the fireworks are heavy, and the candlelight is red.”
"The old dream of the mortal world, the dream is broken and becomes empty.”
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At this point, someone finally understood that the two of them were indeed writing about the rain, but they were writing about the rain in the sky and singing about the rain in their hearts.
The expressions of the audience had changed from infatuation at the beginning to intoxication now. It was obvious that they had been immersed in it and could not extricate themselves.
Even the media reporters had forgotten that the two youths standing on the stage were just newbies.
As they listened, they beat the rhythm.
"How is it?"
Chairman Zhou looked at Fang Wenshan, who smiled bitterly.
"As expected, each generation is stronger than the previous. His understanding of the country is deeper than mine, and his grasp of lyrics is even better than mine.”
"Haha!"
Chairman Zhou smiled and was very satisfied with the performance of the newlyweds.
They…
It was another miracle.
"I'm lost in the mortal world, I can't find your paradise"
"East bottle, west mirror, I can't wait to forget"
"It's the clear rain again, I'll fold the chrysanthemum and send it to you."
"Sing your favorite song softly."
When the last sentence was said, the entire place fell silent. Everyone seemed to be immersed in the misty rain.
After a while, someone shouted,"
"It sounds good!"
A wave of applause rang out.
A few female fans in the front row stood up excitedly. This match was too exciting. They had never seen such a match in their lives.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Like dominoes, they stood up, and the people behind them also stood up.
One! Two!
A hundred! Two hundred!
Everyone shouted,
"Xu Song! Lin Fei!"
"Xu Song! Lin Fei!"
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The level of excitement was more than ten times higher than Zhou Ping's performance. It was clear who won and who lost.
"Sigh! I lost…"
In the judges 'seats, Yang Guoping sighed. He had already accepted his fate. No matter how much they schemed, they still lost in the end. They lost completely.
First, he changed his position at the last minute, and then he leaked the question in advance. He thought that he would be able to win the championship and successfully get the award, allowing Zhou Ping to become a C-list singer.
However, no one expected this.
Xu Song and Lin Fei appeared out of nowhere.
Along the way, they had killed gods and buddhas who stood in their way. They were very cruel.
From now on, there was no Zhou Ping, only Lin Fei and Xu Song.
From today onwards, their names would resound throughout Hangzhou.
The reporters behind him were already eager to try. If it weren't for the security guards blocking them, they would have rushed to the side of the two newbies and taken pictures crazily.
The applause lasted for nearly a minute, twice as long as before.
During this period.
Lin Fei wanted everyone to calm down, but the audience was too enthusiastic and ignored him.
Alright then…
He felt the enthusiasm of the people of Hangzhou!
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