Little milk dad big star

Chapter 232 Angel
I saw a middle-aged man with a strong aura standing on the high stage, holding a microphone at the moment, looking into the distance with affectionate eyes, as if looking at the beautiful figure that does not exist in front of him, and his words are touching The singing continued to sound and spread to the ears of the audience.

At this time, the lights above the auditorium had already dimmed, and a few soft lights swept across the auditorium from time to time.

Many spectators looked at the familiar singer on the stage and gave out fierce cheers and rhythmic applause from time to time, in order to echo each other and show their admiration in their hearts.

That's right, this is Qiu Ming, the song god who has retired from the entertainment industry for many years. I don't know how the organizer invited this big guy, which surprised many audiences and people in front of the TV.

Especially people in the 80s feel the deepest, because the song god sings the thoughts and feelings of a generation.

At the end of the song, Qiu Ming bowed slightly to the audience under the stage to show politeness, then straightened his body and waved his hands, which immediately caused a burst of cheers and applause, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes moved, and he smiled , lifted the microphone, put it in front of his mouth, his teeth and lips moved slightly, and a mandarin with a Cantonese accent rang out, "After many years, from a young boy who didn't understand anything when he first stepped into society, to now Stepping into the age of knowing destiny, time flies so fast, slipping through the fingers unknowingly, hehe, I am very happy to meet you again on the stage."

"The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes represent that the song god has gradually aged. Hey, it really is the age that blows people old."

"Time flies, why do I suddenly feel sad"

"The hair of the God of Songs is also faintly dyed with a layer of gray, and the years are unstoppable"

"People are always getting old, but God of Songs is still so handsome at his age, which is really enviable."

"Although a person is old, his demeanor is still the same as before, his charm is still there, and his singing voice has become more vicissitudes. In this singing voice full of years of precipitation, the artistic conception of the songs played by the other party has been improved. It seems that retreating Over the years, the God of Songs still maintains his singing skills, and has not been selected into the frivolous life of luxury and money.”

"It's amazing, my brother, I can realize such a meaning in a short sentence, I admire it"

"One more song, one more song"

"Yes, God of Songs, one more song"

"One More Song"

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Although Qiuming's Mandarin is a bit difficult to understand, the reason why it is difficult to understand is because the other party was born in Hong Kong.

But for some reason, everyone listened to it clearly, and then looked at the figure of the other party clearly projected on the huge screen hanging above the high platform, and then looked at the wrinkles on his face, and felt sad for a while. Discussions rang out, and until the end, they converged into a deafening shout. The voice was so loud that people felt deaf for a moment, and even sent this harsh voice directly out of the venue, making the figures hovering outside the gate slightly stunned. , a little curious as to what happened.

"Time flies, time flies. Hehe, everyone is still so enthusiastic, thank you" Qiuming stopped, looked at the many audiences in the audience with a look of expectation, smiled, and continued, "In one sentence, the front The back wave pushes the front sea, the front wave dies on the beach, now it's the young people's world"

"Not old, you are still so handsome"

"Yes, yes, more and more coquettish, oh, no, the older you are, the cuter you are"

"Let's have another song, the singing is so beautiful, I really want to keep listening to it."

"Not old, we are with you"

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Listening to the other party's regretful words, a part of the emotional audience looked at the extraordinary singer Qiu Ming on the stage, with reddish eye circles, and bursts of heart-warming words kept coming out of their mouths.

"To be honest, everyone still supports me so much, I'm very touched." Qiuming's eyes were slightly red, and he bowed deeply to the audience, picked up the microphone, took a deep breath, smiled, and then said, "Okay Alright, no more polite words, now we invite our immortal god, popular lover Liu Dehua, Huazai" After saying that, he waved goodbye and turned to leave.

Everyone let out a sigh of regret, and then a soft music sounded, covering everyone's voices.

The music is getting more and more exciting, and the rhythm is so strong that people can't help but shake their heads along with it.

The stage lights flickered and turned continuously, and with the sound of a slightly vicissitudes of singing, the lights gathered in the sky.

Without waiting for everyone's doubts, they saw a mature man flapping his wings slowly descending from the soft light. Coupled with the rendering of the light, this man was shrouded in white light, making him appear sacred and extraordinary.

"Angel?"

“Such a divine feeling”

"Huh? Can it fly? What kind of black technology has come out?"

"Hei Maoyan, isn't this Diao Weiya, a bunch of idiots"

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When the people in the audience saw this scene, their mouths were slightly opened, and they seemed a little surprised, discussing with their companions in low voices.

That's right, the middle-aged man hanging in mid-air by Wia is none other than Liu Dehua, who is known as the popular lover. He waved his hand, his dark eyes twinkled with starlight, raised the microphone, and moved his mouth, making a soft and sensual Heart-pounding singing voices emerged from the mouth, spread around, and entered the hearts of everyone.

Soft lights, white wings, vicissitudes of singing, touching lyrics, the combination of the four is not as simple as one plus one, which makes people feel the word "sacred" from the bottom of their hearts.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Dehua finally arrived at the high platform, stepped lightly on the high platform, the white wings behind him trembled, and pieces of white feathers kept floating and falling on the huge screen, the whole scene looked very beautiful.

"Wow, can you still do this?"

"It's incredible, this."

"Only more beautiful, not the most beautiful"

"This is Hua Tsai's famous song "Angel". With this scene, it is estimated that there will be a heated discussion again. It is really a treasure."

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The beautiful scene always attracts the attention of many viewers, and there is a lot of discussion at the moment, dispelling the sorrow of the singer's departure.

At the end of the song, Liu Dehua showed impeccable gentlemanly etiquette to everyone, then stepped back a few steps, and disappeared into the shady scene under the eyes of everyone.

Without staying too long, a slightly low and sad music sounded again. This time it did not appear from high altitude, but from the lifting platform on the high platform. One was wearing pink clothes and looked full of coquettishness. It was Zhang Hanyin, sweet Greasy and sad lyrics came out of his mouth.

Five minutes later, with the exit of the little queen Zhang Hanyin, the cheerful melody came out again. Zhou Tian appeared from the shady scene and sang while walking. Stairs, set foot on the high platform.

Five minutes later, Zhou Tian also disappeared into the shadows.

"I am very grateful to the song god and the three judges for bringing us such a beautiful song. Of course, there are also the audience and everyone in front of the TV. Next is the time for our contestants to appear on stage."

　Thank you Yelang Yeguang, 2017 Hundred Rewards

　　
　
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