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Chapter 126 Mandu, our sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance is strong

"Life."

When the host shouted these two words, the noisy scene seemed to be quiet for a moment.

life?

It seems that there is no such type of song?
Some people frowned, thinking hard, and found that they couldn't seem to find the right one after searching all over their minds.

Maybe there are songs of this type, but too few.

Even the lead singers of some big stores couldn't help scratching their ears and cheeks at this moment.

They usually sing dozens of songs a day, and over the years, most of the famous golden songs in the Chinese music scene are familiar.

But the song on this topic... suddenly had no idea at all.

Some singers who didn't like He Xiao became excited, and it was easy to get psychological pleasure when they saw people living better than them deflated.

The host was also a little surprised. He Xiao didn't expect He Xiao to draw out such a topic, and he didn't know who put it in. Could it be a mistake?
He looked at He and said with a smile, "Teacher He, why don't you smoke again?"

Holding the note in his hand, He Xiao pondered for a while, then looked at Zhang Ya who was staring at him in the audience, shook his head and said, "No need."

The super rookie who claims to be good at originality and is known as the dark horse of the younger generation in the music industry was stumped by the small annual meeting. This script is not very good.

There are still so many videos in the audience. If the videos are spread and reported by the unscrupulous media, there may be some unnecessary gossip.

So after He Xiao thought for a while, he already had a countermeasure in mind.

Seeing his appearance, the host thought he had thought of the corresponding song, and immediately asked in a low voice, "Teacher, which song do you plan to sing? I'll ask the band to play it for you."

"You don't have this song in your library." He Xiao shook his head, pointed to a guitar beside him and said with a smile, "pass me the guitar."

The host was taken aback for a moment, and didn't realize what He Xiao meant, but obediently sent the guitar over.

"Do you have any original songs that you haven't used yet..."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ya's eyes flickered, thoughtful.

Everyone in the audience also cast curious eyes, is there really a song suitable for this title?
There are people who sing about love, there are people who sing about dreams, but there are not many who sing about life.

What song is He Xiao going to sing?
Everyone was puzzled. They also played music, but they couldn't think of a countermeasure at all. If they were on stage, they would have been numb.

But see——

He Xiao sat on a chair, unhurriedly pulled the microphone to his mouth, and calmly adjusted the guitar.

After trying to play it twice, the tone is almost OK.

He gestured an ok gesture to the host, and the person understood, and immediately inserted the wire at the end of the electric box piano into the jack of the external speaker.

"Boom-"

Try to pluck the strings, the sound can be heard in the audience, very clear.

"He wants to play and sing by himself?"

"Khan, what song is this going to sing?"

"Are there any lifestyle songs with guitar accompaniment?"

"I can't think of which song it is..."

The audience in the audience saw He Xiao's posture and immediately understood that this song was going to be played and sung by themselves, but they couldn't guess which song He Xiao sang in their minds.

They never thought that what He Xiao was going to sing was his own song, or they didn't think about that at all.

After all, no one would really believe it if they hadn't seen He Xiao's unbelievable scene with their own eyes. Even if they heard the rumors, they would just feel that they were exaggerated.

"Brother, wait a moment and help me record."

He Xiao took out his mobile phone, tuned to the shooting screen, handed it to the host and said.

"Ah? Okay." The host was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he immediately took over the phone and stood under the stage to record the video.

He Xiao has now developed the habit of registering the copyright for every song he sings, so he will send the video to Yu Xiao directly, and ask him to help with it.

……

Sitting on a stage that is not too spacious.

He Xiao looked quietly at the 27 low-level musicians in front of him.

After a long time, the fingers resting on the strings finally moved down.

The melodious and melodious prelude sounded, not very lengthy, just like a pool of clear water entering the heart, making people calm down.

"The room for rent is three hundred per month, next to the chimney."

"Sleeping Lixiang's surname is Li and his name is Shuangxi."

"It's my second landlord."

"Even though life is difficult, he can take it easy."

"Only one year ago, Remnant Mo was collected."

"Deliriously anxious."

As soon as He Xiao opened his mouth, he attracted the attention of the audience. Everyone calmed down and immersed themselves in the lyrics. With just a few words, a strong breath of life rushed over.

Zhang Ya, who was sitting in the front row, moved slightly, leaned forward involuntarily, and pricked up her ears to listen.

The writing of this word is really tasteful. The rented house, the chimney, the landlord, and the remnants, a picture of life at the bottom suddenly appeared in front of my eyes like a picture scroll.

"The name of the object in the photo studio in my hometown is Furong."

"Even if you put it mildly, you can barely be considered ordinary."

"He was willing to accommodate me a few times when I couldn't pay the rent."

"It's just that he said, boy, you can count how many holes there are in the briquettes."

The heart-pounding lyrics sang from He Xiao's mouth, like a sledgehammer from reality, everyone was silent in the wind.

What you hear is songs, what you see is stories, and what you taste is your own life.

Because the vast majority of people are ordinary, living in an ordinary house, marrying an ordinary daughter-in-law, and spending the rest of their lives with simple meals and rough tea.

He didn't have the beautiful and beautiful wife he imagined, and he didn't have a romantic second half of his life.

And the next few lines of lyrics show the hardships of life. It is one thing to have no money to pay the rent, and another is the landlord's warning.

After all, briquettes are mindless, and only briquettes exist. How do you count the holes?The subconscious meaning is nothing more than rent arrears, but don't play tricks.

The bitterness of life, the difficulty of life, the beating of life...all are in this song.

He Xiao is also very devoted to singing, he also came from the bottom, and he has also experienced these.

Even sometimes, it was a little bit worse than these, but fortunately, he survived, and life did not bend his spine.

He paused and raised a high note.

"What do you say that the past is like the wind—his past is like the wind!"

"I eclipse the trepidation of youth."

"I only know now."

"Memories are heartworms, light makes people tickle, don't let them touch."

"I understand that in reality, no one is a hero."

"In the classroom, the teacher forgot to teach, and he is all-round."

He Xiao's eyes flew to the end of the hall, everyone's reaction was reflected in his eyes, some people were silent, drinking beer, some turned their heads to look away, but tears rolled in their eyes.

They had already heard that this song was originally composed by He Xiao, but at the same time, it was too good to be original.

Where is this still a song?It is clearly life.

All the bitterness and bitterness are all in the song.

"Mom, I'm only 21 years old. After listening to this song, I seem to see my life 50 years later."

At the table near the corner, a young bass player's lower lip was shaking, his whole body was bowed like a shrimp, his head was buried between his legs, and he was sobbing in a low voice.

This is not an exaggerated reaction, but the appeal brought by the live performance, the kind of immersion under the singing, the more people who have experienced it, the more they will be moved.

"Memories are heartworms, light makes people itch, don't let them touch..."

Li Yang murmured this sentence repeatedly, and finally heaved a long sigh.

It's not without reason that He Xiao became popular. Just such a sentence, [-] simple characters, he couldn't write in his life.

It is obviously a simple metaphor, but the artistic conception it brings is unparalleled, and it can penetrate into the soul in an instant.

This is already an extremely deep skill, how many people in the music world can write such words?
"I'm still struggling to find it in the illusion."

"Finding where I belong."

"If a person leaves his hometown, he is like a tree leaving its soil."

"I'm afraid I've earned all the wealth in the world."

"But it's not enough to be happy..."

He Xiao sang depression to himself again.

It's just that the lyrics of Li Zongsheng's "Hurrying" are so well written, every sentence is in my heart.

So at this moment, He Xiao yearns for his hometown extremely in his heart. He hasn't been home for two years, hasn't seen his parents, and hasn't seen his sister for two years.

He misses the generous soil kang at home, the baked potatoes in the stove, the old willow tree with a crooked neck in front of the door, and the big yellow dog that sleeps late all year round under the tree.

The tip of He Xiao's nose felt a little sour, and he plucked the strings heavily, singing the last song.

"When I left home, I pretended to be relaxed, leaving my mother in a hurry."

"My heart is aching, and I don't admit that I am still a child."

"I didn't notice the soft and fragrant wind in the woods."

"Only the mother is left calling in the wind."

"Many stacks, our sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance...is strong~~~"

　Li Zongsheng's "Hurrying", in order to avoid talking about the number of words, I deleted 60.00% of the lyrics, let's listen to it yourself orz
　　
　
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