After I was reborn, I became the little Jiaojiao of my three brothers

Chapter 110 A Song for My Sister
This is too heartbreaking to say.

Since Yi An's successful transformation, he has been more thoughtful in speaking and doing things, but when he was a pd in the show, he was too strict.

Doesn't the meaning of this sentence mean that Xu Zhimo is just a male vase with an empty skin, and the training time is clearly stated on the information as 0.

A person who has no training basis goes to the talent show, isn't it just because of his good-looking face that he attracts traffic?

Xu Zhimo's fair skin and black hair formed a strong contrast. He was wearing a white shirt. His fingers were slender and fair, with elegant knuckles, and the curves of his hands were extremely beautiful.

A pair of black eyes seem to have starlight, as if they are deeply attractive, attracting infinite reverie.

The extremely clean breath doesn't catch the dust and clutter of the entertainment industry, he picked up the microphone and smiled easily, "But Yi Pd, you were also an idol back then, and everyone thought you only attracted a large number of fans with your face, you I have not experienced systematic training, but I have done it perfectly. Even the first film and television work was "Warmth" directed by Guo Quan, which won the Best Newcomer Award. You didn't explain it to others at the beginning. I think you are the one My role model."

What this said is interesting.

When Yi An made his debut, he was also groping a little bit by himself. There were mixed reviews of him in the entertainment industry. Since he made a film and won awards, his reputation has improved a lot.

Up to now, he has successfully transformed into a musician, and occasionally makes guest appearances in film and television dramas, which can be described as a successful benchmark for all traffic.

Yi An is interested. At 32 years old, he has lost the immaturity of his youth, and the accumulation of time will only make him more mature.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, his slender and beautiful fingers were crossed on the table, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved, "Well, please start your performance."

He closed the sheet with too little information, and then looked at Xu Zhimo.

Xu Zhimo raised his hand to beckon the field manager, "Hello."

The field manager immediately understood, and a group of people immediately moved the piano over, put a stool in front of the piano, and retreated.

There was some appreciation in Yi An's eyes, "Is this a talent show?"

Xu Zhimo shook his head, "I originally wanted to sing and dance, but the company is too stingy and can't afford the copyright, so maybe they think I'm an embroidered pillow."

This artist is also a little too bold, right?

Is it really okay to say that your company is stingy in front of the national audience?
The key is that his black eyes were serious, and he nodded seriously after speaking, it didn't look like he was joking at all.

Yi An thought of the data card, "It says on the data card that your instrument is the piano, so you want to perform a solo?"

Xu Zhimo shook his head seriously, and frowned, as if he was thinking about a very difficult thing, "The space is too small, I can only write one. What I bring to you is the original song I wrote when I was in junior high school."

This sentence is faint, and the expression looks serious but there is no ostentatious element.

But I feel that I have been shown another face invisibly.

Is being stingy the reason why the company forces artists to sing random songs from junior high school?
Everyone already feels like giving up.

What high quality can junior high school songs be?He also happened to come to participate in the big draft.

Isn't this just coming to every house?

Xu Zhimo bowed to everyone, sat on the stool methodically, raised his hand and straightened his cuffs.The curvature of the wrist is beautiful, and the small diamonds on the cuffs shine just right, making the hands extraordinarily delicate.

The back is straight, and the elegance is natural.

He gently raised one hand, and all the lights in the arena were extinguished, and a white light source above his head hit his head.

It was as if he was the only one left in the world.

The black hair is fine and delicate, with a tired and elegant gentleness, the eyes are slightly closed, casting some fine silhouettes, the whole person seems to be immersed in his own world.

He opened his mouth.

It is completely different from the clear and smooth tone when speaking, and the deep tone has a bit of sadness.

The ten fingers are lightly jumping on the black and white keys, accompanied by soft music and singing.

"Looking for" is the lyrics and music he wrote when he was in junior high school. As early as a few years ago, he knew that his family had been looking for his sister. Sitting in the classroom, he saw a sparrow on a tree outside.

A family of three seems to be enjoying themselves.

Sister, you probably want to go home too.

I just wrote this song.

I hope that one day in the future I will be able to sing to my sister face to face.

Now I finally have the opportunity to proudly tell everyone that my sister is back in front of the national audience.

the end of the song,

As the last note fell, a tear welled up in the corner of his eye, he was immersed in a heavy emotional atmosphere and couldn't get out.

The lights of the audience were turned on again in an instant.

Xu Zhimo's lips moved, and he felt a lump of cotton stuck in his throat, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Yi An slowly opened his eyes. After hearing his piano level, there was more appreciation in his eyes, and less contempt. "This song should be very important to you, right?"

There is a line in it:
I didn't find you, I was hesitating, searching hard, begging to dream of you.

It is hard to imagine that these words were written by a junior high school student. The lyrics and music swept like a tide with great sadness and pain.

Xu Zhimo looked around with the microphone, and he just stood there quietly, like an angel with broken wings,

The people around him subconsciously slowed down their breathing, for fear that making a big noise would disrupt his train of thought.

"My younger sister had a hard time for some reasons, and now we have finally found her. This song is written for her. I want to tell her: Brother loves her very much."

Xu Zhimo's piano level has completely reached the performance level, and the style of the music is mature. It is impossible to imagine that he wrote it when he was in junior high school.

The singing voice is also rare.

Such a person can be a singer, why should he come to the audition?

And the most important thing is that Xu Zhimo has never left his sister in everything since he came to power.

Deep sister control, right?
Yi An frowned, obviously admiring his talent, but idols can't just sing,

He said again, "Can you dance? It's not enough for idols to be able to sing."

Xu Zhimo nodded, his voice was very light, "Yes."

"Did the company buy the copyright?" Yi An joked.

Xu Zhimo raised his forehead, looking slightly distressed, "I bought it myself."

Looking at the crowd with surprised eyes.

Only then did he explain slowly, "I have accumulated a lot of scholarships over the years, and it is just enough to buy the copyright of a song."

This is what the Master of Versailles spoke of.

Since he took the stage, he has revealed a few key messages: he studies well, looks handsome, loves his sister, and is talented!
(End of this chapter)