All the arguments, all the emotions, all the schemes…
With the first strumming of the ukulele strings, they temporarily stopped.
Whether it was the fans or the troll army, their attention was instantly attracted by Lin Mo.
He was like a general standing on the platform. With a wave of his hand, the entire army became solemn!
Power.
It was a very wonderful thing.
We often say that someone has an imposing aura.
It was often due to the invisible pressure brought by his position, his power, and his wealth.
And a person's talent
It could also bring about the same effect.
When a top student went on stage to defend his thesis, the attention of the teachers and students below the stage would naturally be more focused than when a bad student was on stage.
It was the same for debates. Fighting against the best debater on the stage, the pressure was several times greater than that of a nameless person.
It was only at this moment that those who were manipulating the Internet Water Army behind the scenes realized in horror-
Lin Mo's momentum.
Success!
In less than a night.
He had reached a height that other streamers could not reach even after spending a few years.
This young man was too terrifying!
The melody at the beginning was very light and gentle.
It was as if Lin Mo was using his gentle and calm voice to continue his unfinished story.
But…
It sounded good!
Everyone pricked up their ears.
After a brief prelude, Lin Mo's voice rang out,"
"If you sell the dried wine, you will have nothing, if you sell the dried wine, you will have nothing…"
Four lines of lyrics repeated in a row.
It was a little distant, a little high-pitched, a little…
Unreal!
A scene from his memories seemed to appear before his eyes.
The old man rode his bicycle through the streets and alleys. Every time he passed by a house, he would shout loudly,
If the wine is dry, I'll sell it for nothing!
With the story that Lin Mo had told earlier,
Just four lines of the lyrics seemed to bring everyone into the story.
Brilliant!
Some people listened to the song, and cold sweat began to appear on their foreheads.
"What a familiar voice…"
Lin Mo's voice had changed. It was calmer, clearer, and closer.
Just by relying on the change in voice, everyone was pulled out of the story.
It seemed to be telling everyone,
The four lines of the lyrics were his grandfather's voice.
And from now on, this is my story!
This kind of singing technique…
F * ck, you're telling me it's a high school student?!
Many people with music backgrounds in the live broadcast room could not hide the shock in their hearts.
However, most of the people did not care about the fancy techniques at all. They were just immersed in the song.
"How many years of wind and rain have accompanied me?
Never need to think,
I will never forget…"
Lin Mo's voice gradually rose, like layers of turbulent waves, pushing the audience's emotions up.
And then-
Just as everyone thought that a G wave was about to erupt,
Lin Mo's voice suddenly fell.
"Without the sky, there is no earth,
Where is home without land?
Without home, where can you be?
Without you, how would I be…"
This sudden drop did not destroy the overall rhythm of the song. Instead, it made the accumulation of emotions even stronger.
Furthermore, the lyrics were extremely simple but related to each other.
It was catchy.
It was closely related to the story that Lin Mo had told earlier, causing the audience to easily form empathy.
Home!
It was such a place that made people yearn for it!
"If you never raised me,
Give me a warm life
If you didn't protect me…"
Xue Lin's eyes turned red again when she heard the lyrics.
She had cried countless times tonight.
Her tears were about to run dry.
If it wasn't for the live broadcast, she would have rushed forward and hugged her brother tightly in her arms.
You are my younger brother.
Isn't it natural for an older sister to protect her younger brother?
"You raised me,
Accompany me to say the first sentence,
You gave me a home,
Let me share it with you!"
At this point, the audience members who were more attentive were already sobbing.
Home!
What was home?
A place with family was home.
Lin Mo had said that he was very lucky because he had a strong mother, a reliable father, a kind grandfather, and a gentle sister…
This kind of luck seemed to have been integrated into the lyrics and melody.
It reached the softest place in the depths of people's hearts.
Everyone could tell.
He was singing a song of gratitude!
The tragic experience didn't make him blame the heavens or blame anyone else. It didn't make him give up on himself. It didn't make him be defeated or knocked down!
In the face of the difficulties of fate, what he saw, remembered, and was grateful...
It was home!
It was family!
According to the original song structure, there would be a huge change here.
The rhythm of the later parts would suddenly increase, from a tirade to a storm.
He pushed his emotions to the highest point in an instant.
However, Lin Mo did not use this structure in his live stream.
Because he only had a ukulele in his hand, the monotonous music could not support the sudden major turn.
On the contrary, it would make people feel awkward and uncomfortable.
Besides, he was livestreaming, not releasing a new song.
There was no need to sing the entire song, as long as the emotions were expressed properly.
Therefore, Lin Mo chose to skip the middle part of the song.
He went straight to the end of the song:
"If I sell the dried wine, I won't have it…"
The continuous repetition of the lyrics seemed to pull people's thoughts back to the setting sun.
The old man pushed his bicycle in front.
The young boy followed closely behind.
After leaving the streets and alleys, the grandfather and grandson walked home.
The bicycle was filled with empty wine bottles.
Grandpa happily taught the boy to sing.
If the wine is sold, there will be no wine, if the wine is sold, there will be no wine…
Mom had recovered and was discharged from the hospital.
He would never have to come out to collect empty bottles again.
Life at home was getting better.
The hawking sounds that were used to make a living in the past.
At this moment, he could also write lyrics.
Dried wine…if sold, nothing!
(The author is too tired. Since the release of the book yesterday afternoon, he has been updating it at a high intensity. He has written 14 chapters. His eyes are dry and his thumb is sore. Please ask for a wave of data support. He will update at least 10,000 words every day. Promise me, send flowers to vote and be each other's angels, okay?)）
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