don't call me singer

Chapter 374 "Thank You Eight Generations Ancestors"

On the stage, after Fu Wenyao finished tuning the strings, he stretched out his hand and played lightly on the strings.

"Ding ding, ding, ding, ding..."

The relaxed and cheerful guitar sound, like cheerful dance music or folk songs, makes people stunned.

Why this style?

Listen to the title, isn't it a song about bitterness and hatred?
Then the drum sound of "咚咚咚咚" joined in, powerful and clean, only the kick drum kept stepping on, like the sound of a heartbeat.

Powerful and very rhythmic.

Hearing such a voice, the necks of the audience under the stage couldn't help but click together.

Like a chicken pecking rice.

Sounds great!

On the stage, Fu Wenyao was wearing jeans and a simple T-shirt, clean and handsome, with a smile on his young face.

Compared with his superficial smile just now, when the music played, his smile became more sincere.

He nodded gently to the rhythm and sang the lyrics:

"look at you
look at yourself
despicable in the eyes
Staring at me with a magnifying glass searchlight..."

The drum stopped, and then there was a "slap", the kick drum and the snare drum, and then the kick drum, the kick drum, and the drum sounded again.

On the stage, Fu Wenyao twisted his body to the beat of the drum, and the bass player, rhythm guitarist and keyboard player behind him all danced their bodies to the beat of the drum.

"open mouth full of filth
Spit out dirty water trying to discredit me
Am I upset?

You can live a moment longer..."

The sound of the drums changed again, the drum sticks were raised high and then fell heavily, and the snare drum completely joined the rhythm of the kick drum.

A stronger sense of rhythm.

Off the stage, almost everyone was shaking their bodies to the sound of the drums.

Listening to this cheerful tune, they almost forgot the sharp curse words in the lyrics.

This sense of rhythm, listening to any lyrics, just nod!
"no problem, no problem

come on
if you can eat

That's my merit
i want to say thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Thank you three times, Fu Wenyao was raising the key, and then his real voice was cut into a false voice.

"Oh oh oh oh~"

The edges of the vocal cords vibrated, and the voice became soft and soft.

In the rear, the soft trumpet sound simulated by the keyboard player brings the melody into the chorus.

Fu Wenyao stood on the stage, let go of the guitar with both hands, handed over the melody to the rhythm guitarist, moved left and right, danced his body, and clapped his hands lightly to the sound of the drum.

"Crack...crack..."

"Crack...crack..."

Off the stage, the audience couldn't help being driven by him.

Clap along with him, nodding left and right.

The chorus with a softer, more catchy melody and a stronger sense of rhythm sounded:
"I thank you dad
i thank you mom

Ahhhhh-~~"

That "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" of drums, twice, cut the accent, and then cut back.

Off the stage, many people have been laughed at by these two lines of lyrics.

"I thank your grandma

i thank you grandpa
i thank your aunt
i thank you uncle
Oh oh oh--"

This time, everyone off the stage has already learned this sound, and "ohhhhhhh" together.

"I thank your great-grandfather

I thank you for an account book

I thank you, thank you

I thank you eight generations of ancestors
Ahhhh~"

Off stage: "Ahhhh~~~"

At this moment, whether it was the instructors sitting in front, the other judges, or Wu Quandong and others sitting in the back, they were all stunned.

When Fu Wenyao reported the title of the song, they thought about how Fu Wenyao would deal with the song.

Suffering and deep hatred, blood and tears to accuse, or filled with righteous indignation?

They didn't expect that Fu Wenyao would handle this song like this!

The sharp verse, accompanied by a somewhat harsh chorus, is matched with a cheerful, rhythmic and provocative melody and music.

Understatement, but hidden needles.

As it says in his lyrics.

It's okay, it's okay, come on, come on, if I can make you a meal, that's my merit.

You think you're going to beat me?

You think you're going to interfere with my life?
Do you think I will be influenced by you?
Do you think I'll be devastated?
You think too highly of yourself.

Your foul language, to me, is nothing more than a fart. When a gust of wind blows, it disperses.

Off the stage, Fu Zhongliang proudly looked at Fu Wenyao on the stage.

this is my son!
This is my son!

Look, look, how wonderful my son is!

After the chorus was over, the rhythm of the drums switched back to the verse again.

Fu Wenyao picked up his guitar again and started playing the melody.

"touch it
touch your own chest
Conscience has been sold clean
Is the dirty money earned enough to live on..."

He played the guitar and sang without any bitterness, nor did he stare at the reporters below.

But the faces of many reporters couldn't help turning red.

"Go back at night and change your face

Do you dare to tell your child
is it hurting someone

make you happy..."

At this moment, the reporters who stayed in the front row suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

But there are still some reporters who have already followed suit and clapped their hands silently.

This is the difference between a conscience and a clear conscience.

Fu Wenyao played the guitar on the stage, jumping up and down:
"no problem, no problem

come on
if it keeps you alive

That's my charity
i want to say thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

While saying thank you, he also nodded to the audience, as if he really wanted to thank him.

Off the stage, everyone already has a feeling of can't wait.

It's time for the chorus!

It's time for the chorus!

The soft trumpet sound joins in again, and the chorus begins!
This time Fu Wenyao's voice changed again.

His voice became sharp and thin, like the electronic voice of a cartoon character.

It is the effect of adding a voice changer.

Funny and flirtatious.

"I thank you dad
i thank you mom

Ahhhhh-~~"

Off the stage, everyone can't wait.

In this chorus, the melody is catchy and simple, and the lyrics are easy to remember.

Many people have already sang along.

Even if you don't know how to sing, you can still sing "ahhhhh~" later.

Many people have stood up and jumped up.

Follow Fu Wenyao, thank grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle...

Thanks for the other party's account book.

Thanks to each other's eight generations of ancestors.

Many of them have already decided.

You must learn this song.

In the future, if anyone makes me feel uncomfortable, I have to sing this song to him!

Sing it out loud to him!
On the stage, Fu Wenyao sang the last line of the lyrics, stood on the stage, and played the melody seriously.

Everyone off the stage also seriously nodded to the left and to the right.

The drum sound of "dong dong dong dong" gradually became smaller and lighter.

Then "Ding Dong~", the strings stopped.

Fu Wenyao looked at the audience, smiled and said: "Thank you for listening to my song, please join me and say to those trolls and keyboard warriors who don't like us..."

"I thank your eight generations of ancestors!!!!!!"

A cry resounded through the sky.

Then Fu Wenyao bowed and stepped down.

Looking at Fu Wenyao's back, under the stage...

"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Brother Yao! Brother Yao!"

"I want to give birth to a monkey for Brother Yao!"

Wu Quandong took a deep breath, only to realize that at some point, he had already clenched his fists.

I don't know when, there were tears in the corner of my eyes.

children……

All grown up.

Nothing can bring them down!
No!

　Sure enough, I still feel like writing my own songs...

　　by the way……

　　I haven't written Xiaobai's "Song of the Champion" yet...

　　ORZ...

　　I'm so hard on me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)