After listening to him, Shen Lingwei sighed in admiration. "Yunhai, if you participate in the Night of Singers, the title of Masked King will definitely be yours."
Although Zhao Wanqing knew that her husband's words made sense, she still stubbornly said, "Sister Wei, don't listen to him. If you have the ability, then perform for us. If you're all talk and no action, then you're just pretending. "
Xiao Yunhai laughed and said, "Okay, wifey, I'll convince you today."
After saying that, Xiao Yunhai went to the piano, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm going to sing a new song called 'Hills.' Sister Wei, wifey, please give me your guidance. "
Xiao Yunhai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he felt that his emotions had completely entered the zone, he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was blurry, and his hands gently played the piano. However, Xiao Yunhai did not start singing immediately. Instead, he said softly in a slightly hoarse voice, "A few days ago, I had a dream. I dreamed of my life. In the dream, I gained a lot, but lost even more. In order to achieve success, I climbed mountains endlessly and walked through thorns step by step. In the end, I realized that I had nothing. This song 'Hills' is for you and me, who are still on the road. I hope that we can grasp the present and not let happiness slip away. "
Hearing Xiao Yunhai's charming monologue, Shen Lingwei whispered to Zhao Wanqing, "Your husband is exaggerating the mood. He wants to use this monologue to close the distance between himself and the audience. Impressive. "
Zhao Wanqing nodded and said, "He's used this trick many times, especially when singing Hua Xia style songs. During the competition, I can also use this method to let the audience enter my world as soon as possible. "
On the stage, Xiao Yunhai's eyes seemed to have fallen into a dream. The sound of the piano became more soothing, and the first lyrics finally came out.
"There are still many things that I want to say but haven't said,
Saving them because I want to write them into songs.
Let people sing softly,
Calmly remember.
Even if I finally forget, it's worth it.
Maybe my whole life will be a trickle of thoughts.
Luck converged into a river.
Then we each took one end.
Watching the bends of the river,
He finally dared to be bold.
He smiled mischievously.
Facing the difficulties of life. "
When Xiao Yunhai sang the first line, his voice, which was filled with endless vicissitudes of life, stunned Zhao Wanqing and Shen Lingwei.
Shen Lingwei was a top student at the Washington Conservatory of Music in America. Because of her talent, she was hired by Warner Records right after she graduated.
With her outstanding performance, she became the company's deputy music director in less than three years.
During her time at Warner Records, she had composed many classic English songs and made several singers famous. She had seen many excellent singers, but she had never seen a musician like Xiao Yunhai.
She had heard all the songs that Xiao Yunhai had composed before. Whether it was love songs, rock songs, folk songs, Hua Xia style, or wuxia style, he could sing them all with ease. His creative ability was even better.
Today was her first time listening to Xiao Yun Hai's live performance, and just the first part had captured her ears. If she had not seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she would have found it hard to believe that such a magnetic and vicissitudes of life would come from a young man in his twenties.
Unlike all the previous songs, Xiao Yunhai's singing at this moment gave people the feeling that he had experienced the vicissitudes of life and hardships. It was full of images.
Shen Lingwei sighed softly. "He's too amazing. He's simply the King of Singers."
Zhao Wanqing obviously did not expect her husband, whom she was most familiar with, to do such a thing. Even his voice became more infectious, as if he was talking about his life experiences.
This surprised Zhao Wanqing. At the same time, she calmed down and listened seriously.
"Maybe we've never matured.
We still don't know.
We're about to be old.
Even though the one living in our hearts is still that young man.
Looking back because of uneasiness.
Asking ignorantly.
Asking for help out of shame.
Tirelessly climbing over every hill. "
At this point of the song, Xiao Yunhai's entire body and mind were completely immersed in it.
This song, "Hills," by Li Zongsheng, the godfather of the singing industry in his previous life, could be said to have written about the vicissitudes and helplessness of life. The lyrics were thick and profound. It was one of Xiao Yunhai's favorite songs.
Before the entire song reached the chorus, Shen Lingwei and Zhao Wanqing were brought into Xiao Yunhai's emotions. They stared at him without blinking.
"Over the hills,
Although my hair has turned white.
Chattering away,
When I didn't give you sorrow.
Before I could see the immortal as I wished,
I lost myself first.
Over the hills,
Only to realize that no one was waiting.
Chattering away,
Can't call back gentleness.
Why can't I remember who hugged me last time,
When. "
As the climax came, Xiao Yunhai's voice sounded even more helpless and sorrowful.
Zhao Wanqing sighed deeply and said, "Sister Wei, after hearing my family's singing, I don't want to participate in the competition anymore. It's too much of a blow."
Shen Lingwei shook her head and said, "Wan Qing, there's no need to be like this. What we're listening to now is a song written and performed by the world's top musicians. Whether it's singing, emotions, or aura, even those heavenly kings I saw in America can't compare to him. Genius, he's really a genius. Listening to him live is much better than listening to a record. "
Zhao Wanqing looked at Xiao Yunhai with eyes full of love, worship, and pride. To be able to subdue a proud musical talent like Shen Lingwei with a song, only Xiao Yunhai could do it.
"I didn't deliberately hide it,
And I didn't mean to make you sad,
How many times have we been drunk and happy.
Cursing that life is too short,
Sighing that we didn't meet earlier,
Letting a woman cry until her makeup is ruined, I don't care.
Regretting that we've never matured,
I still don't know,
I'm already old.
Trying my best, I still don't understand,
The young man beside me.
Finding a random reason for himself,
To the teasing of love,
To the left and right of fate,
Overestimating myself and fighting back,
Until I die. "
In the second verse, Xiao Yunhai raised it by half a key. His expression seemed to have entered another world. His voice was even hoarser, with a kind of sigh about life. With a kind of Li Zongsheng style of singing, he vividly expressed the mood of the song, and the feeling of the scene hit one in the face.
"Over the hill, although my hair has turned white.
Chattering away, when I don't give you grief.
Before I can see the immortal as I wish,
I lost myself first.
Over the hill, I found no one waiting.
Chattering away, I can't call back gentleness.
Why can't I remember who hugged me last time,
At what time?
Over the hill, although my hair has turned white,
… "
At the final climax, Xiao Yunhai's voice completely erupted like a flood bursting through a dam. It was as powerful as a thunderbolt, with an unstoppable might. Zhao Wanqing and Shen Lingwei were already mesmerized by it. The strong impact on their ears made their tears uncontrollably flow out.
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