A whistle sounded.
It was a gentle chant that made people instantly relax.
It was like a breeze blowing through the forest, instantly pulling everyone into a plain and natural life.
What instrument? What screenwriter?
At this moment, they were all weak.
Duan Qingling's whistle was enough to make people addicted.
Because that was the voice that everyone would hear in " Family Talk ".
It was a voice that often appeared in the streets.
It was a sound that no instrument could produce!
It was the most lively and touched the hearts of mortals!
Spirit Qi!
Yes, spiritual energy!
After listening to two lyrics and a whistle, the audience finally found a word to describe Lu Ze's composition.
The spiritual energy was extremely natural and not complicated!
There was a huge difference in spiritual energy compared to the previous contestant.
too. The spiritual energy that he could never have in his entire life!
In the stadium that was as quiet as a deep tide, many people closed their eyes and leaned back in their chairs.
It had been a long time since they had been immersed in a song like this. They suddenly felt that life was really tiring.
In the faint whistle, they suddenly wanted to go home.
Sitting on his parents 'shoulders, he looked at the stars in the sky and listened to the cicadas chirping in the grass.
Those pure and natural sounds were actually the " whistles " in their lives.
It was just that they had not heard it for a very, very long time.
even. He had even forgotten about his memories and nostalgia.
Time passed slowly.
They had long been immersed in the scene created by Lu Ze's singing, and the shackles on their bodies were slowly falling off.
But even so, many people still retained some of their hardness and did not tear off their overly thick camouflage.
The first eight sentences were sincere enough, but not intense enough.
It was very difficult to completely penetrate the 'iron sheet' that had been honed over a long period of time in a few short moments!
until
The next four sentences appeared!
The lights on the stage were all focused on him.
Lu Ze stood quietly in front of the microphone in casual clothes.
She hid all her emotions under her sunglasses.
He leaned forward and spoke in a low voice.
In his extreme emotional outpouring, he used a poetry-like voice to crush everyone's pretending to be strong, but in fact, their fragile hearts!
"The moon is bright, the wind is light."
"But you're knocking on my window."
"Don't worry when you hear this."
"Actually, I'm doing fine."
Everyone's defense was broken by the first sentence.
Because this was the lullaby that they had heard their mother sing when they were very, very young.
He did not expect that the person on stage would actually use it in the song.
Everyone cried at the last sentence.
This was because in the bustling city, in the crowded life.
Every time, they would say this to their mother.
When he was hung up by his boss, when he was dumped by his partner.
When he was tricked by his friends, when he was slandered by strangers.
When they had no money and could not afford to eat.
When he couldn't move, when he couldn't see hope.
When that familiar phone rang, they would wipe their tears and adjust their emotions.
Say that sentence--
Actually, I'm doing fine.
Damn, this word... It was so f * cking well written!
This time, almost everyone sighed.
Originally, they could choose many words to modify and praise.
But at this moment, all of her emotions and thoughts had been given to Lu Ze's song.
He was neither in the mood nor had the time to play with some elegant and complicated things.
It was the most vulgar and simplest expression, but it was also the most sincere and purest form of recognition!
It was indeed written well, so well that it made her cry.
here. Was it not enough?
The soft moan continued.
On the stage, Lu Ze picked up another part of the lyrics and sang it gently as if he was telling a story.
At the same time.
In the plank house in Shanghai.
The summer heat made the entire space wrapped in iron become stuffy and irritable.
The wanton roar of the machine was endless.
The stinky shoes and socks that had been working hard all day were all over the ground.
This was the most simple and crude environment in the city, and the people who lived there were the most hardworking and humble.
A faint light seeped in through the slightly opened metal door.
It was projected onto Wang Xi's regularly trembling back, as if it was projected from the northwest of Nine Provinces...
A silent hug.
He really wanted to go home.
Just now, when Lu Ze sang those moving lyrics.
This thought was already surging wildly in his heart.
When Lu Ze sang " The moon is bright, the wind is light ", what appeared in his mind was that summer sleeping mat and that fan. It was the galaxy above his head and the comfortable heat.
Lu Ze sang " But you're knocking on my window." What appeared in his heart was the face that he would vaguely capture in his dreams every night in Shanghai.
She seemed to be leaning against the window, tiptoeing as she desperately looked inside.
She was happy and nervous, looking forward to it but afraid of being affected.
Where could he not earn money?
But there was only one home.
After stuffing the last mouthful of steamed bun and tears into his mouth, Lu Ze's last few words of relief and emotion reached Wang Xi's ears.
"The moon is bright, the wind is light."
"Have you ever been in my dreams?"
"You must have been too careful when you came."
"Know that I sleep lightly"
"You must have been too careful when you came."
"Afraid that I'll think of you again."
In the future, I won't say that I'm actually living a good life.
Wang Xi said to herself in her heart. After wiping the tears on her cheeks, she turned to look at the foreman on the other bed.
"Brother Zhao, let me tell you, I'm quitting tomorrow.”
"Quit? It was only 200 yuan a day. Why did he quit?”
" I want to go home." Wang Xi's voice was a little muffled.
"My mother has been alone at home for five years."
"Until now, she still doesn't know what a smartphone is.”
"When she misses me, she can only rely on her imagination.”
"I'm afraid that if I don't go home, my mother!"
"One day, I don't even know what to think about me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the singing stopped.
The man on the stage stood there quietly, as if he was restraining his last emotions.
The man in the plank house also packed all his luggage together and carried it on his shoulders as he walked into the dark night.
He was home!
he told himself.
Listening to this song, my heart was at ease.
go home.
What was outside was always food to fill one's stomach.
Only the ones at home were the real ones.
[One Meat and One Vegetarian]!
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