When Zhong Han heard Shi Lin's name, he only nodded. No one knew what he was thinking.
Before the audience's voting results for the three amateurs were revealed, it was time for the commercial break.
Taking advantage of the intermission between the programs, Uncle Zheng and Aunt Zhou also guessed which of the three amateurs would advance.
Director Zheng thought that it was Ye Yin. He felt that it was more difficult for this girl to sing and dance, so it was more enjoyable to watch.
Aunt Zhou chose Qin Yun for no reason. She just didn't want to repeat herself with her husband.
As for the performance of the first place, it was indeed slightly weaker.
The old couple talked to each other and agreed that the person who guessed wrong would have to do housework for a week.
Zheng Mo, who knew the result, was watching her parents from the side and giggling.
Xia Lu sat on the sofa and watched.
The light in the living room was even and bright, reflecting Zheng Mo's beautiful face. When she smiled, her dark and bright eyes formed two crescent moons, filled with happiness.
Xia Lu's mood also followed Zheng Mo's unconcealable smile and became happy. This was a feeling of home.
How many years does it take for a person to understand what they want? Perhaps it was a lifetime, or perhaps it was just a moment.
Xia Lu knew that this was the life he wanted. It would be perfect if he had a pet.
The commercial ended and the program continued.
As the audience's votes finally settled, Aunt Zhou looked at her husband and laughed proudly. She did not forget to remind him,"A week of housework."
Uncle Zheng kept saying that this was like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse.
"There's still a mysterious amateur. You can guess again." Zheng Mo smiled.”
After saying that, he even glanced at Xia Lu.
Xia Lu suddenly became nervous. Without knowing the identity of the mysterious amateur, what would Uncle Zheng and Aunt Zhou think of his concert?
Or would they be able to guess as he sang?
Because he did not deliberately hide his voice.
It was like when he was young and at home during Chinese New Year, his relatives would come and ask him to perform in front of everyone.
As they performed, everyone commented on them. It was a joyous and harmonious scene.
"Who is this mysterious amateur?”
Accompanied by Chief Physician Zheng's question, Xia Lu walked onto the stage with a mask on.
He did not rely on the beauty of the dance or the dazzling lights to stimulate everyone's visual senses. He just sat there quietly, holding the guitar, as if the only people left in the entire scene were this man and his beloved instrument.
Aunt Zhou looked at this figure and exclaimed," His figure looks very similar to Xia Lu."”
His observation skills were really strong.
Uncle Zheng nodded." Now that you mention it, they do look a little alike."”
On the other side, Zhong Han, who was at home, asked curiously,""With this atmosphere, aren't you afraid of losing out during the voting?”
A caption appeared at the bottom left corner of the screen.
The song was called " Winter in Beijing."
Originality.
As Xia Lu's identity had not been revealed yet, the lyrics, composition, and singing were replaced with original songs.
Wang Lianzhen frowned and said,"If we sing an original song on this show, the votes will be very miserable, right?”
She thought to herself that there were definitely many fans of Zheng Mo below the stage. This person actually sang her own song. She really had her own thoughts. Could it be that she was here to sing?
Very quickly, she denied this thought. Zheng Mo's team would not agree to the production team doing this.
The question now was, would the audience buy it?
Many viewers in front of the screen also listened carefully to the song with such doubts.
As soon as the mysterious amateur on the stage spoke, Uncle Zheng and Aunt Zhou immediately turned to look at Xia Lu.
Xia Lu, who was waiting for his comments, suddenly burst out laughing when he was stared at by these two gazes.
This action betrayed him.
Uncle Zheng was the first to give his evaluation and said,"I've never heard Xia Lu sing before. She's quite good. I'm afraid you won't be able to turn down the party backstage.”
Aunt Zhou continued to comment." This song is well written. No wonder Momo likes your songs so much. She has said it several times at home.”
Zheng Mo, who was watching the show with a cup of warm water in her hands, was suddenly cued. She gave Xia Lu, who was looking at her questioningly, an affirmative look. She really liked your…song.
As for whether he liked people or not, only he knew in his heart.
"The winter I miss you, the snow is falling."
"I can't refuse the lost past."
The last sentence ended.
Wang Lianzhen did not say anything. She was waiting for Zhong Han's evaluation so that she could decide what she should say.
Sometimes, these two people didn't get along like friends, but like superiors and subordinates.
However, Zhong Han did not speak. He just stared at the screen as if he wanted to see through the person behind the mask.
"Zhong Han, do you want something to drink?" Wang Lianzhen asked.”
"No need," Zhong Han said slowly. A gentle and sorrowful voice sang this song that carried a trace of warmth in the cold winter. I seem to have heard this voice somewhere before.”
So he was just reminiscing.
"That Qin Yun should have lost to him.”
After saying this, he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.
Before the voting session began, some advertisements seemed to have become the norm.
Out of curiosity, Xia Lu opened the Weibo app to see if the netizens had guessed who the mysterious amateur was.
Xia Lu flipped through the pages and sighed. Netizens nowadays were really detectives. There was actually a topic on Weibo #Is the mysterious amateur Xia Lu #and it was even on the trending list.
"Is it that easy to get on the trending searches?"
The topics related to the show were frequently on the trending list. It seemed that the results would not be bad.
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