The atmosphere in the private room was heated.
It was unknown who suggested it, but after eating and drinking to their hearts 'content, everyone started the extremely happy "wine table singing" segment.
They did not prepare a microphone, nor did they have the various sound equipment on the stage.
A mouthful of wine was used to boost his courage. A red wine glass in his hand acted as a microphone, and a song was sung.
The first to appear was the Godfather of Music, Liu Huan. He used a very unique song, Hero's Song, to bring everyone directly into the Jianghu dispute of Water Margins. His imposing manner and majestic singing won the audience.
" Nightingale " Wu Bixia displayed an extremely gorgeous " flowery tune ". Her superb technique made Lu Ze's hair stand on end.
Strong, really strong!
The moonlight that shone through the window made the entire room seem much more colorful.
After listening to the two songs, Ren Xuan was in high spirits and filled with emotions.
"If there's such an opportunity in the future, we can gather more often! To be honest, he hadn't felt this way for many years. He ate meat, drank wine, and sang to his heart's content!”
"It really reminds me of the time when I was young on the grasslands of my hometown in Meng Province. It was so comfortable.”
"Ah, I miss home."
As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand and downed it. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
After two songs," The Great Demon King " Tan Jing naturally contributed her voice.
The explosive voice and simple folk song,"Flying Song of the Earth," directly pushed the atmosphere at the table to a climax.
As she reminisced for a long time, it gradually became late.
Qin Shu raised his wine glass and was just about to say a few polite words when Ren Xuan, who was beside him, suddenly spoke.
"Hey, Old Qin, that's not right. Why are you starting to summarize?”
"A few of the other singers have already sung. As the head of the Cultural Media Bureau, singing is your business.”
"Ah, right, right, right. Chief Qin, sing a song. I'm looking forward to seeing you sing!”
"That's right, Chief Qin, sing a song.”
Qin Shu had a helpless look on his face." No, I have a lousy voice and have never sung before. How can I embarrass myself in front of you? Forget it, forget it!”
"So what? We're all on the same side. Why would I post it online? No, I have to sing. No one can leave if I don't sing today!”
Ren Xuan was determined to make Qin Shu sing. After a few rejections, Qin Shu suddenly had an idea and looked at Lu Ze.
"If that's the case, I really can't sing. Let Little Lu sing a song! You can also represent the Cultural Communication Bureau. How about it?”
"As for me, I'll punish myself by drinking three cups as an apology to everyone.”
"How is it?"
Everyone looked at each other. They knew that it was impossible to persuade him, so they nodded at Lu Ze.
" Alright, then I'll let Little Lu do it for you today," Ren Xuan said with a chuckle.
"Little Lu, you're not just representing yourself today. You're representing your Chief Qin and your unit.”
Lu Ze got up from his seat and took a sip. His face was still as calm as ever.
"Leaders, seniors. Since Chief Qin has requested it, I will sing a song for everyone. If there is anything wrong with my singing, please forgive me!”
The crowd quickly quieted down after he said that.
A cool breeze blew in from the window, temporarily blowing away some of the drunkenness.
Moonlight shone gently.
Stars filled the sky.
Lu Ze cleared his throat.
A clear and penetrating voice slowly sounded in the private room.
It sounded like a whisper, but also like a dream talk…
"The heart follows the world, the mind is led by cattle and sheep
The lonely smoke of the desert, embracing the fallen yen
At the end of the sky, chatting with the moon
The bonfire shines on my face, and I'm drunk."
Hmm?
What song was this?
The moment the first four lines of the lyrics came out, the national team singers at the table looked at each other.
Could it be an original…
An absurd idea appeared in their minds, but it was immediately rejected.
The three big shots of the music industry at the table were all singing the most certain old songs.
This young man was showing off his original work in front of them. How brave was that?
He shouldn't be so confident, right?
Regardless of whether it was an original or not, Lu Ze's four lines made their eyes light up.
At the end of the world, Desert Dust!
Cattle and sheep bonfire, Sunset Grassland!
It was an excellent poem, and with just a few strokes, it outlined an extremely beautiful artistic conception.
Lu Ze's clear and distant voice easily displayed this concept.
There was no problem with his technique.
Her singing even gave people a simple and clean feeling.
It's a little powerful
He never expected that this young man not only had such a deep understanding of the song, but his singing skills were also so strong.
This time, the younger generation was really formidable.
" My heart follows heaven and earth, searching for that insight.
Where are you, my lady asks the sky
At the end of the sky, holding a cup with the moon
The bonfire shines on my face, and I gallop on my horse."
The second part was still the natural flow of emotions.
Lu Ze didn't use too much strength when singing.
However, his powerful influence had already quietly entered the hearts of everyone present as he spoke.
A good singing voice would definitely create a good image.
Now, it was!
A few simple lyrics and a simple and mellow singing.
Very easily, it created a magical feeling as if he was moving.
The people who were still at the table a second ago looked up…
She found herself riding a horse to the grassland under Lu Ze's voice.
The stars hang down on the plain, and the wind blows the grass and waves.
The river was winding, and the horses neighed loudly.
An unprecedented sense of immersion made people unable to help but pull themselves out.
The words " Chilechuan " that he had deliberately delayed and chanted further pushed all his emotions to the extreme.
He was waiting for the next few sentences to be sublimated and exploded.
"What a good song, it's so nice…"
Ren Xuan, who was completely immersed in the song, muttered softly with reddened eyes.
The wine cup in his hand was empty, and the scenery of his hometown appeared in front of his eyes.
I've been scribbling for most of my life, and I've been in my seventies for sixty years.
The current him could be considered a successful and famous existence.
After leaving his hometown for decades, the official sea floated and sank.
For people like him, it was actually very difficult for external things to affect their emotions.
But today, he was touched.
The eight simple lines of the song shattered all the armor.
The intense emotions in his heart poured out like a storm.
This was a young man in his twenties.
How could she sing so well?
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