A fresh and ethereal song slowly spread across the stage.
It was like the cold moonlight shining on the stage. A faint sad atmosphere gradually filled the scene.
Jiang Sheng could tell that Zhang Hanyun's singing and emotional expression were different from the past. He nodded subtly. She had improved.
A good singer still needed a good song.
A good song also needed a good singer…
This was the relationship between their achievements.
Zhang Hanyun had never sung well in the industry, but none of her songs matched her style. It wasn't that her singing skills were bad.
Without a representative piece, it would be difficult to leave a deep impression in the eyes of the audience. Naturally, they would not think that she was a professional singer.
However, no matter how good a composition was, it still required the singer's own understanding and integration to achieve the unity of the person and the song.
From Zhang Hanyun's experience since her debut, Jiang Sheng felt that she should have the ability to understand the emotions of a song.
Jiang Sheng's fingers began to beat as he listened to the song that was as hazy as the misty rain.
This composition could be considered to be able to display its due value.
After a short pause, a high-pitched female voice filled the room and entered Jiang Sheng's ears.
The rhythmic movements of his fingers gradually became rhythmic.
Compared to the first time Jiang Sheng heard Zhang Hanyun sing live, the high notes of this song made her voice sound more ethereal and more in line with her breathing.
The so-called air gap was actually the sound of a singer breathing when singing.
If the song was chosen correctly, the breathing sound would be more easily ignored by the audience, allowing the audience to enter the artistic conception of the song.
The climax of the song was also the highlight.
This part was well expressed. Based on Jiang Sheng's judgment, it would not be a big problem for this song to become Zhang Hanyun's representative work.
On stage, Zhang Hanyun raised her microphone and raised her head slightly.
Her eyes were closed gently, and her eyelashes that were shining with fine powder trembled slightly.
Her slender arms were raised to beat the beat, as if she was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the song, truly enjoying the singing stage.
I blew the night breeze you blew
Then do we count as embracing
But as if I woke up from a dream, my hands are empty
My heart is empty…"
Zhang Hanyun, who was immersed in the song, felt as if she had merged into the background music and forgotten where she was.
In the past, when she sang on stage, her focus was on pitch and rhythm…
This feeling of being completely immersed in the song made every sentence of the song as natural as breathing.
The clear singing was as smooth as a mountain stream.
Singing had truly become a form of enjoyment in the depths of his heart.
At this moment, it was as if there was a figure in her heart that had misplaced itself…It made her heart feel empty. She could only walk the path that that person had walked and try to meet him again…
When they reached the peak of the mountain, they felt the breeze on their faces. It was as if time and space had gathered and they were hugging each other…
The singing became more and more stable, like a yellow kite appearing in the world, clear and resounding!!
"I blew the night breeze you blew, is it considered hugging
....
...
Like disrupting the time difference, staying in the wrong time and space
In the end, it's empty…"
A burst of ethereal singing filled the room and surrounded the scene.
The climax ended. During the short pause, the song seemed to be still hovering above the stage.
A few seconds after the high-pitched part ended, the fan club behind Jiang Sheng began to make some noise.
"I feel that this song has completely surpassed the standard of a popular song. Zhang Hanyun must have met a benefactor.”
"And his singing skills have also improved by leaps and bounds! Could it be that he had changed his agency? Her previous company had never been very good.”
"Wake up. Are we here to listen to music?”
"Why do I see that on the big screen, there are people who are constantly commenting on an internet celebrity called Tao Zhen? Could it be that Zhang Hanyun is so well-prepared this time and even hired a support?”
" I blew the night breeze that you blew. Can it be considered an embrace? I have to say, I've fallen in. I sang too deeply."
“……”
In a seat not far from Jiang Sheng, Tao Zhen, who was originally immersed in singing, heard someone talking about his name and looked over in confusion.
He ran a music training agency and often recorded some students 'singing experiences on Douyin, which attracted the attention of some netizens.
This was his first time participating in the song praise. When Yang Zhongwei and Zhang Xinrao were singing, he had a lot to say out of his professional habit as a music teacher.
However, when he heard the nonsense of some internet celebrities, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.
Just as he was about to say something, a handsome young man named Jiang Sheng said everything he wanted to say.
But now, after hearing Zhang Hanyun's new song, Tao Zhen felt that there were thousands of words in his heart that he wanted to express.
What he wanted to know the most was who had created this song for Zhang Hanyun.
The good music producers in the music industry, or rather, the capable producers, were not willing to spend more time and earn less money.
It had been a long time since he had a decent piece of work.
This also caused many children who loved music to lose their motivation before they entered the music industry.
He had been immersed in the song just now, and suddenly, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
"I've never heard this song before. It's a new song."
As a music teacher, he nurtured thousands of students who loved music every year. He wanted to do more for the music industry.
However, after trying to compose, he realized that his ability was limited.
He was willing to use a few years to create a song that was truly filled with emotion and worth tasting.
However, before he could come up with a decent piece of work, a friend of his who was also a musician used half an hour to compose a popular online song and earned a lot of money.
However, the song that Zhang Hanyun was singing now, whether it was from the composition or the artistic conception of the lyrics, it could be seen that she had put in a lot of effort into it.
Although he didn't know who had sent the bullet comments to him, he had to find an opportunity to say a few words later.
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