Fortunately.
Deng Ziqi, who was standing at the side, did not think too much about it. She immediately reached out and clapped.
Her applause also led the crowd to cheer for Zhou Mo's performance.
Zhou Mo bowed slightly.
It ended perfectly.
At this moment.
Old Xue finally recovered. He gave a thumbs up and said,"I have to say, this song of yours is really well written, especially the second half. It's simply godlike. It makes my scalp tingle!”
Zhou Mo smiled and thanked him." Thank you. Actually, it's not that bad. I just wrote it casually."”
Casually?
Sigh!
Inexplicably.
Old Xue was a little sad.
In the beginning.
After he heard Zhou Mo's words, he was shocked.
He more or less had the urge to curse.
But now.
When he heard Zhou Mo's answer, he was only left with endless envy.
After all, Old Xue was a person who specialized in studying lyrics.
He would often not sleep for a few days and nights just because of the lyrics of a song. He would even be serious for ten days to half a month just because of a certain sentence or word.
But even if he had tried so hard.
There was still a huge gap between this song and this song.
He knew the lyrics.
Naturally, he understood the difference.
Forget it, forget it.
Let's not talk about it.
Besides, he wanted to cry.
Old Xue shook his head gently and said," The second half of the song uses many elements to construct an interesting childhood. For example, paper planes, stealing fruits, and chasing dragonflies. Are these your childhood experiences?”
As soon as he said this.
On the stage, Zhou Mo's expression suddenly froze.
For the first time, his confident eyes flashed.
It was as if he was thinking of some painful past.
It caused a negative emotion to envelop him, causing his entire person to be in a haze.
Old Xue was a sensitive person, so he noticed that something was wrong.
Could it be…
Did Zhou Mo experience anything special in his childhood?
Or rather…
Were his childhood friends or relatives…all gone now?
That was why she felt so sad when she thought about it.
No matter what.
Everyone realized how depressed Zhou Mo was.
For a moment, they were thinking about how to comfort this sunny and cheerful boy.
But at this moment.
Hua Chen, who had been silent all this while, spoke up,"What's wrong? Did she remember some painful past?”
It had to be said.
Hua Chen's heart was more or less twisted.
He was an extremely conceited person.
He believed that he was a talented person.
So many years.
He had always been building this persona.
In order to make himself look more artistic, he frequently sang crazily at concerts. They even had the same steps.
The first step was to sing in a low voice and indulge in his own singing.
The second step was to enter a state of stimulants and jump up and down.
On the third step, he stretched his neck and screamed.
On the fourth step, he returned to muttering to himself.
Not only that.
In order to make himself more popular.
Hua Chen would also show humor from time to time.
Tell a cold joke.
Let's play awkward.
…
How confident was Hua Chen?
He felt that in this world, there would never be a singer as humorous and talented as him in the past fifty years or the next fifty years.
However…
Until today.
Until this contestant called Zhou Mo came onstage.
Only then did he know what humor was.
What was talent?
The self-introduction in the opening speech made everyone in the audience, including those who would watch television in the future, instantly remember his name.
And his self-composed and self-sung "The Fragrance of Rice" was even more beautiful to the point of being impeccable. It could be said to be…an unparalleled divine work.
He was jealous.
He felt uncomfortable.
He felt extremely uncomfortable.
Therefore…
Now that he saw Zhou Mo's expression, he became excited again. He wanted to poke Zhou Mo's sore spot.
Zhou Mo ignored Hua Chen.
Hua Chen continued to chase after him." It's okay. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell us. We're the judges. We'll help you get through this."”
On the surface, he looked very concerned.
However, his eyes were filled with excitement.
At this moment.
Zhou Mo slowly raised his head and looked at Hua Chen. He said,""Then I'll really say it."
"Speak!"
"Hurry up and tell me!"
Hua Chen became even more excited.
"Sigh!"
Zhou Mo shook his head gently and said," To be honest, I've never experienced the elements in my lyrics.”
Hearing this.
Everyone became even more curious.
Zhou Mo ignored everyone's curious gazes and continued,"" My childhood was very pitiful. Take paper airplanes for example. When I was young, I never…never played with paper airplanes…"
"Ah?"
Everyone was shocked. He was so pitiful. When he was young, he didn't even play with paper airplanes.
Zhou Mo also looked regretful and continued,""When I was five years old, I wanted to make paper airplanes. My father said that it was something for children to play with.”
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.
Five?
Wasn't that just a child?
Zhou Mo continued," Later on, when I was in junior high school, I no longer liked paper airplanes.”
"I hope to have my own remote-controlled plane. Coincidentally, our school wanted to buy a remote-controlled plane, which is a drone. The teacher said that he would ask the parents for 900 yuan to buy a Djiang drone.”
"I'll go back and tell my dad that the school wants me to take 900 yuan to buy Djiang!”
"I still remember my father's expression at that time.”
"He's frowning."
"Not a word."
"A long time."
"That's why he looked at me and said extremely seriously, 900? 900 definitely wouldn't buy a good plane. He had never even heard of that Dajiang brand. It wasn't safe to spend 900 on an inferior plane!”
"He also said that if you want to buy a plane, you can buy a boeing plane and spend more money.”
" So, when I was thirteen, I had a plane, a private plane that belonged to me…"
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