However, on stage, she still cried. Fortunately, she did not go out of tune.
She finally finished singing under her best control. Her passionate feelings seemed to be more important than any singing skills. She always felt that her version on stage was better.
After he returned to the stage and calmed down a little, Xu Fengfei came to apologize to Huang Fei."I'm sorry, I really couldn't control myself."
Huang Fei said,"No, I think you sang better than any other time."”
Look at the seniors outside.
In the audience, some people could not stop their tears from flowing. Some tough guys even secretly turned their heads to wipe away their tears.
People were used to hiding their weaknesses. He showed his strong side to the world.
Huang Fei had already expected this situation. He was just a porter and did not want so many good songs to be buried in his memory.
It was better to cry alone than to cry together.
After everyone had calmed down, Huang Xueqin began to announce,""A father's love is like a mountain. He always pays attention to us in the corners that we don't know about. We have to repay him and use our hands and wisdom to create a better tomorrow. Next, let's enjoy the song " Tomorrow Will Be Better ", composed by Huang Fei, performed by the school band, and sung by the entire 98 departments.”
The underground people knew that this should be the last song. Usually, the last song would be a chorus.
When they heard Huang Fei's name appear again, they were already used to it.
The publicly acknowledged number one scholar, he lived up to his name.
" Tomorrow Will Be Better " could be said to be a public service song. Huang Fei took it out to give a good omen. He chose the graduating students of the 98th Department to wish them a better tomorrow.
There was no more space left on the stage, but the main focus was still the students of folk music and vocal music leading the singing. At this time, as long as they could sing, they would sing along.
After that, it evolved into a chorus.
They were all students of the music academy, and the school was only so big.
Huang Fei took out the score for " Tomorrow Will Be Better ". There were so many people in the 98th generation, and they needed to rehearse. Naturally, the people from the 99th and 01st generations would know about it.
In the end, it evolved into a spectacular chorus of the entire school.
The student council official responsible for filming the singing also recorded the scene.
In the beginning, it was only the person on stage leading the singing. Later on, it gradually expanded to include all the teachers and students singing together.
It was Huang Fei's first time seeing so many people singing together. Even if there were only a few thousand people, it was still very spectacular.
He had never seen a live concert before. In the past, he had only seen it on video.
They were truly shocked by the scene.
It turned out that watching it on the screen and experiencing it on the spot was different.
Under the influence of the atmosphere, Huang Fei also hummed along.
Sing your passion
Hold out your hands
Let me embrace your dream
Let me have your true face
Let our smiles
Filled with the pride of youth
Devout prayers for tomorrow
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Some songs were like a jar of old wine, the older it was, the more fragrant it was, and the more classic it was.
Even though he was in another world, Huang Fei still felt that this song was not outdated. It was now blooming its original fragrance in another world.
"Reunion is always short. Parting is for a better reunion. Let us hope that our graduating seniors will have a better tomorrow. Then, I hereby announce that this year's singing competition has come to a successful conclusion.”
Just when everyone thought that it was over, Huang Xueqin spoke again.
"Yes, this year's competition has ended, but there is a special person who came up on stage to sing a song. He wants to say goodbye to the past. We couldn't refuse him because he was too special, so special that our principal personally promised to give him a chance to perform after the event. He has the title of the " Desperate Man ", and some people even call him the number one talent. Until now, we have never heard him sing a single song, but we have all heard his songs. Do you know who he is?"
Huang Xueqin's voice suddenly rose.
The audience was even more excited. Of course, they knew that there would be a small easter egg after the singing contest that they thought had ended.
The Student Union was getting more and more playful.
Of course, it was better to have more surprises.
Everyone shouted,"Huang Fei!"
"Yes, he is Huang Fei, our treasure. Does everyone love him or his songs? Haha, I'm not joking. Welcome Huang Fei to 'Back to the Past.'"
What? You actually want to ask about lyrics and composition?
Huang Fei was carrying a guitar and a chair.
There was no companion, just a guitar.
"This song is to commemorate the past and to bid farewell.”
From the moment he went on stage to the beginning of the act, he had only said this sentence.
Huang Fei's guitar playing was average. In order to perform this song well, he had practiced many times. He even asked many seniors and teachers who were good at playing the guitar.
The familiar tune entered his ears. As he played, Huang Fei slowly sang,
An old yellow lamp
Time is silent beside me
Loneliness strikes without restraint
Don't know the difference between weight and weight
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slowly sinking
The darkness is already circling in the sky
I can't see where to go
Maybe love is on the other side of the dream
Unable to survive in the real world
want to go back to the past
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Try to keep the story going
At least I won't let you leave me
Distracting time
This time I'll hold you tighter
I don't know how to keep you like this
too late
want to go back to the past
My thoughts are endless
Blocking the playing of memories
Blind pursuit
Still empty
The gray night
I don't know where to hide my sleepiness
I turn around and feel lonely
Already lying beside me
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Silent support, leaping over the unfamiliar
Quietly watching the dawn and dusk
your figure
out of balance
slowly sinking
want to go back to the past
As the song progressed, Huang Fei began to reminisce about his past life. He missed his relatives and friends on Earth. He missed the many gold coins in his game account that he had yet to spend. He missed the electric bike that he used to deliver food. The memories of the past flashed past as the song progressed.
Huang Fei was already immersed in his past memories. He did not know if he was still singing.
Just like the song, your figure lost its balance and slowly sank.
He wanted to go back to the past, but he could no longer go back. Let the past be the past. It could also be considered as a reminiscence.
When the song ended, Huang Fei finally woke up.
He seemed to have relaxed a lot.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。