On TV, Zhu Bixia was wearing a long white dress. She stood in the middle of the stage and said, "First of all, let me introduce my singer. He has many identities. First of all, he is a director. Three of his movies have entered the top ten in the world. Second, he is a writer of martial arts novels. His works are popular in Hua Xia. Now, they have caused a huge sensation in Asian countries. The total sales have exceeded 300 million copies.
"He is also an actor. His acting skills are superb and he has won countless awards.
"He is also a comedian. Although the number of skits he has acted in can be counted on one hand, he has brought happiness to thousands of families.
"He is also a super-rich philanthropist ranked in the top 20 in the world. His assets have reached hundreds of billions of dollars. He and his wife founded the Yun Qing Charity Foundation, which has helped countless old people and children.
"Finally, he is a singer. All the songs he has sung since his debut were written and composed by himself. They are all classics. The total sales of his albums have exceeded 250 million copies. He is called the King of Pop in the world.
"Tonight, he will perform a song with Mongolian characteristics called 'Night in Khuree Bator'. Now, let us shout his name. "
"Yun Huang."
The huge sound of the scene seemed to be about to overturn the roof.
In the applause and cheers of the crowd, Xiao Yunhai walked out of the moon gate and stood in the middle of the stage. The whole scene was in an uproar.
"Yun Huang, I love you."
"Yun Huang, you are the best."
"Yun Huang, come on. We will always support you."
The fans, especially the young people, were all screaming. Some even rushed out with tears on their faces. They wanted to climb onto the stage, but they were quickly stopped by the security guards who maintained order.
Because of Xiao Yunhai's arrival, the whole studio was in chaos. No one had expected this before.
The main reason was that Xiao Yunhai usually kept a low profile. If he was not at home, he was busy shooting movies. Basically, the fans could not see him.
Suddenly seeing him at such a close distance, the super fans were naturally excited.
After singing, Yao Na, who was sitting on the sofa in the backstage hall, sighed and said, "This guy is too popular. From the looks of it, even if she doesn't sing well, she can still get first place. "
In Room 10, a top Japanese singer, Tanaka Shunsuke, said, "Are these the more professional audience members? Why do I feel like they're all Mr Xiao's fans? "
In Room No. 6, the Korean superstar singer Jiang Boxian said enviously, "If only I could have so many fans."
In Room 4, the famous American country music singer Beth Bier said excitedly, "Xiao, it's Xiao. He really came. I'm a huge fan of his. It's amazing. "
Xiao Yunhai didn't expect that he would cause such a scene. He frowned slightly and said into the microphone, "I'm the singer Xiao Yunhai. On this stage, I'm not a director, an actor, a celebrity, or an idol. I'm just a singer. I hope everyone can calm down. Thank you. "
Xiao Yunhai's words were like magic. The whole scene was restored to order in an instant. The fans who had rushed out also quietly returned to their seats.
"Wow … amazing. Mr Xiao's aura on the stage is terrible. He can control the emotions of all the fans. It's really amazing. "Jed Merculio sighed.
The performance finally officially began.
Xiao Yunhai took a deep breath and nodded to the band.
Three seconds later, Xiao Yunhai put the microphone to his mouth, closed his eyes, and sang the first line.
"You're gone for so many years.
You're still by my side.
That day, your smiling face.
Now, with my eyes closed, I can still see it. "
There was almost no accompaniment for the first few lines. Only the sound of the horse head zither of the Mongolian Jehol Band resonated with his voice, as if it came from another world. Empty, desolate, boundless, sorrowful …
Xiao Yunhai's tone was very high and very powerful. Just four lines set the emotional tone for the whole song.
"A master. A master at expressing emotions. "Just listening to the beginning, the top British musician Jimmy Murray gave Xiao Yunhai such a definition.
The other singers in the room were watching the TV attentively. Their expressions couldn't help but be a little dignified. The main reason was that Xiao Yunhai's singing was too beautiful.
In Xiao Yunhai's home, Chen Xiuzhu's eyes were red. She said, "Yunhai is really singing about his grandmother."
Xiao Changfeng didn't say anything. He just held her hand.
"The wind through the wilderness, walk slowly.
I tell you with my silence, I'm drunk.
The night in Khuree is so quiet, so quiet.
Even the wind can't be heard, can't be heard.
The clouds floating to the horizon, walk slowly.
I tell you with my running, I won't look back.
The night in Khuree is so quiet, so quiet.
Even the clouds don't know, don't know. "
Compared with the beginning, Xiao Yunhai lowered at least two keys in this section. His voice was sad but not sad, as if it came from the ninth heaven, whispering softly in people's ears. Coupled with the grassland flavor of the harmony, the picture was very vivid.
"Amazing. I feel like I'm looking at a painting. "
"It's so beautiful. It's simply the sound of nature."
"This song is so moving. Yun Huang seems to be really moved."
Some emotional fans at the scene had tears on their faces.
At this time, the accompaniment finally started. Xiao Yunhai's voice suddenly rushed up from a low hum, becoming loud and sonorous, as if it had broken through the horizon, yet it also carried a sadness that couldn't be dispelled no matter what.
"The night in Khuree, wuwuwuwu …"
When singing the onomatopoeic words "wuwuwuwu", people's hearts were filled with a strong sadness for no reason. Everyone looked at the sad face of Xiao Yunhai, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"It's heartbreaking. It hasn't reached the climax, and even I can't help but be moved by the singing. It's too strong. "A musician sighed.
When Xiao Yunhai's mother, Chen Xiuzhu, heard this, she was already sobbing. Zhao Wanqing hurried to comfort her.
"Mom, don't be like this."
Chen Xiuzhu choked, "This child has always been affectionate. I know that although he doesn't say it, he certainly hasn't forgotten his grandmother in his heart."
Xiao Changfeng said, "Xiuzhu, you should be happy. Mom's spirit in heaven will be proud to see her favorite grandson have such great achievements. "
Chen Xiuzhu nodded, but she couldn't help crying.
At Chen Jiahong's home in Anhui, the TV was also broadcasting Jiangsu Satellite TV's "Singer's Night".
Chen Jiahong's face was filled with grief. His love for Xiao Yunhai's grandmother was the most unforgettable to him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been single for so many years without even looking for an old companion.
Chen Zhan sat on the sofa, the corners of his mouth trembling. His eyes were fixed on Xiao Yunhai on the TV. His eyes were red, and a line of hot tears hung on his face, but he didn't feel it.
In the studio, Xiao Yunhai's face suddenly showed a smile. His eyes were full of yearning. He looked up, as if he was talking to someone in the unseen world.
"Hey, you are, you are in this world, in every corner."
"Hey, you are, you pass through the wind, through the clouds, through everything, back …"
In this section, Xiao Yunhai's voice was matched with the band's Hum Mic, Long Tune, and Ma Tou Zither, pushing the feelings to the extreme, giving people an ethereal and ethereal feeling.
"Night in Khuree" was a song that had been covered by countless singers in his previous life. Xiao Yunhai had used Tan Weiwei's version in "I Am a Singer", and he had carefully modified it before bringing it to the stage.
As an award-winning actor, Xiao Yunhai was far better than Tan Weiwei in terms of stirring emotions. Whether it was his singing, his movements, or his expression, it was especially easy for people to get into character. Under the dual stimulation of sight and hearing, the entire scene, whether it was the singers, musicians, or ordinary fans, were all brought into Xiao Yunhai's world.
After the high notes, the background music quickly slid down. The singer of the Hot River Band cut in and sang in a voice that made people sigh endlessly, making the whole song more sad.
"Night in Khuree, so quiet, so quiet."
Xiao Yunhai also sang softly, "Even the wind can't be heard, can't be heard."
"Night in Khuree, so quiet, so quiet."
Xiao Yunhai sang, "Even the clouds can't be heard, can't be heard."
The two of them cooperated seamlessly, as if they were telling each other how much they missed each other. However, the effect was no less than the high notes.
Chen Huan took a deep breath and said, "What a stroke of genius."
Just as everyone was quietly enjoying this warmth, the music suddenly became wild again. Xiao Yunhai's feelings that had just accumulated were like a flood that broke through a dam, rushing forward with irresistible force.
"Our world, what has changed?
Our world, what has been waiting for?
Our world, what has been left?
Our world, what has been left is a desert … "
At this time, Xiao Yunhai's tune was already very high, but the background music did not stop. It was still going at an infinitely high pitch.
Xiao Yunhai channeled his energy into his dantian and sang a long section of Tibetan as if he was praying. His voice was extremely loud and clear, and his emotions had completely exploded here.
Chen Xiuzhu lay in the arms of the sorrowful Xiao Changfeng, crying heart-wrenchingly.
Zhao Wanqing seemed to feel the deep longing in her husband's heart, and tears streamed down her face.
Zhao Mingsheng and Yan Piaoyun also felt deeply, and their eyes were hazy with tears.
Chen Jiahong trembled all over, and tears streamed down his face.
Chen Zhan covered his face and sobbed softly.
Everyone at the scene stood up, tears streaming down their faces as they clapped their hands frantically.
After venting for a while, the music also calmed down. Xiao Yunhai's eyes were red as he sang word by word: "Wind that passes through the wilderness, walk slowly, the one who sings from time to time … shed … tears."
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