Chapter 721 The Hills

After listening to it, Shen Lingwei sighed sincerely: "Yunhai, if you go to participate in "Singer Night", I guess the title of King of Songs must be in your pocket."

Although Zhao Wanqing knew that her husband's words were reasonable, she still insisted: "Sister Wei, don't listen to him fooling around. If you have the ability, just show us one. If you talk about it and don't practice it, it's fake."

Xiao Yunhai laughed and said, "Okay, wife, I will convince you today."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yunhai came to the piano just now, thought for a while, and said, "The next song I will sing is a new song called "The Hill." Sister Wei, wife, please give me more advice."

Xiao Yunhai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After feeling that his emotions had completely entered the state, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, his hands flicked, and soft music rang, but Xiao Yunhai He didn't sing right away, but said softly in a slightly hoarse voice: "A few days ago, I had a dream about my life. In the dream, I gained a lot, but lost more. For the sake of To achieve success, I endlessly climbed the mountains, walked through the thorns step by step, but finally found that I have nothing. A song "The Hill" is given to you, me and him who are still on the road, I hope we can grasp the present, Don't let happiness slip away."

Hearing Xiao Yunhai's very charming monologue, Shen Lingwei said to Zhao Wanqing softly, "Your husband is exaggerating artistic conception and wants to use this monologue to shorten the distance between himself and the audience. It's amazing."

Zhao Wanqing nodded and said: "He has used this trick many times, especially when singing Chinese-style songs. In the competition, I can also use this method to let the audience enter my world as soon as possible."

Xiao Yunhai's eyes on the stage seemed to fall into a dream, the piano sound became more soothing, and the first lyrics finally came out.

"There's still a lot that I want to say but haven't said yet.

I saved it because I wanted to write a song.

Let people sing softly,

Lightly remember.

It's worth it even if you finally forget.

Maybe I have a trickle of thoughts in my life,

By chance they merged into a river.

Then we each have one end,

Looking at the bend of the river,

finally dared to dare,

hilarious smiley face,

face the difficulties of life. "

When Xiao Yunhai sang the first sentence, Zhao Wanqing and Shen Lingwei were shocked by his voice full of endless vicissitudes.

Shen Lingwei is a talented student at the Washington Conservatory of Music in the United States. Because of her talent, she was hired by Warner Records with a high salary just after graduation.

With her excellent performance, it took less than three years to become the company's deputy music director.

During her time at Warner Records, she wrote a lot of classic English songs, and made several singers popular with her own hands. The outstanding singers she met were rare, but she had never met a musician like Xiao Yunhai.

She has heard all the songs Xiao Yunhai wrote before. Whether it is love songs, rock, ballads, Chinese style, martial arts style, he can sing with ease, and his creative ability is even less.

Today was the first time she listened to Xiao Yunhai's scene, and her ears were attracted by just the first paragraph. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, it would be hard for her to believe that such a voice full of magnetism and vicissitudes could come from a young man in his twenties.

Different from all the previous songs, Xiao Yunhai's singing at this moment gives people a feeling of going through vicissitudes and hardships, and is full of visual sense.

Shen Lingwei sighed softly: "It's too powerful, it's simply the king of ever-changing singers."

Zhao Wanqing obviously did not expect that her most familiar husband would come to such a hand, and even her voice became more contagious, as if she was talking about her life insights.

This surprised Zhao Wanqing, she also calmed down and listened carefully.

"Maybe we never matured,

I don't know yet,

getting old soon,

Although the young man is still alive in his heart.

Looking back frequently because of anxiety,

ignorantly asking,

ashamed to ask for help,

Tirelessly climbed every hill. "

By the time the song was sung, Xiao Yunhai's entire body and mind had completely entered it.

This song "The Hills" by Li Zongsheng, the godfather of the music circle in the previous life, can be said to have written all the vicissitudes and helplessness of life. The lyrics are heavy and the artistic conception is far-reaching. It is one of Xiao Yunhai's favorite songs.

Before the whole song reached the chorus, Shen Lingwei and Zhao Wanqing were brought into Xiao Yunhai's emotions, and they stared at him without blinking.

"Across the hills,

Although the head is white.

chatter,

The sadness that I don't give.

Have not yet seen immortality as wished,

Lose yourself first.

over the hills,

Only to find that no one was waiting.

chatter,

Gentleness can never be recalled.

Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time,

at what time. "

With the climax, Xiao Yunhai's voice seemed even more helpless and sad.

Zhao Wanqing sighed deeply and said, "Sister Wei, I don't even want to participate in the competition when I hear my family's singing, it's too shocking."

Shen Lingwei shook her head and said, "Wan Qing, there's no need for this. What we are hearing now are the songs written and sung by the world's top musicians, whether it's singing skills, emotions or aura, even the ones I saw in America. Heavenly King, no one can compare to him. Genius, truly a genius, listening to him live is much better than the record."

Zhao Wanqing looked at Xiao Yunhai with eyes full of admiration, admiration, and pride. She was able to convince Shen Lingwei, a arrogant and arrogant musical talent, with a single song. After several times in the music world, Xiao Yunhai was able to do it.

"I didn't deliberately hide,

I don't mean to make you sad,

How many times have we been drunk.

Curse that life is too short,

Sad to see you late,

It doesn't matter if a woman tears up her makeup.

It's a pity we never matured,

I don't know yet,

already old.

Try your best but still don't understand,

young people around.

Find a reason for yourself

To tease love,

about fate,

Recklessly fight back,

until death. "

In the second paragraph, Xiao Yunhai raised it by half a tune, his expression seemed to have entered another world, and his voice was even more hoarse, with a kind of sigh of life, sang in a low voice like Li Zongsheng, and sang the song. The artistic conception is expressed incisively and vividly, and the sense of the picture is overwhelming.

"Crossing the hills, although the head is white.

Chattering, not my sorrow.

Have not yet seen immortality as wished,

Lose yourself first.

Crossing the hill, only to find no one waiting.

Chattering, can never call back tenderness.

Why can't I remember who gave the hug last time,

at what time.

Over the hills, though my head is white

......"

In the last climax, Xiao Yunhai's voice broke out like a flood that burst a dyke. It was thunderous, unstoppable, and his emotions were extremely sublimated. Zhao Wanqing and Shen Lingwei were all fascinated by it, and their ears were strongly impacted. Force, so that their tears could not help flowing out.

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