One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

"Is this a story as a backdrop? Okay, when Lingling is older, I'll give her this song, but the quality can't be lower than my father's prose poems. The

audience was obviously very happy, but she didn't have a story, just gossip about the child.

Her original intention was to listen to other people's stories, but she didn't expect it to become her own story.

Gu Qingyun couldn't help but cry and laugh when he heard this request, and said:

"There is no difference between good and bad songs, let alone high or low quality, every song has a suitable crowd, if you take a children's song to the young people, will the young people think this children's song is good? On the contrary, this children's

song has a very high status in the hearts of children."

Can you say that this song is not a good song?

In fact, there is no good or bad song, only suitable and unsuitable. The

audience seemed to understand, "Then I'll take back what I just said, as long as it's a song you sing, I like it!"

Gu Qingyun laughed when he heard this, looked around, originally wanted to use a guitar, but felt that the use of a guitar in this song was a little meaningless, and finally he set his sights on the piano.

Wang Xiaoxiao also followed his gaze, and also found the black piano, and couldn't help but have stars in his eyes.

Please, is a boy who can play the piano super handsome!

Gu Qingyun dragged the microphone to the piano, and the distance of the cantilever was just enough, obviously calculated.

After trying two notes at random, the crisp piano sound was picked up by the microphone and heard by the audience.

...

Taxis parked on the side of the road.

"The sound just now seems to come from the piano, right? I don't play the guitar anymore? I still like the sound of the guitar, it makes people feel comfortable. "

There are a lot of taxis parked on the side of the road with double flashes.

They didn't work, they all sat in the car, eating supper and listening to the radio.

At this time, there were already countless comments on Wen Gu Zhiyin's forum.

"The biological clock that I just tuned has changed back because of this show! But the thought of being able to witness the birth of a work with my own eyes is nothing, and staying up all night. "

Why isn't it a guitar?piano?Can the host handle this object?Don't overturn the car then, then I'll really tie Q!"

"Yo, piano?It seems that the song of my father's prose poem made him swell.,The guitar accompaniment is simple and rough.,The piano accompaniment?.,Ordinary songs can't be controlled."

"It's scattered, the show overturned, the song pulled the brakes, I crossed over from the future, I'll spoil you in advance, okay, I'm going to wear it back, goodbye!"

"Hey, why choose the piano, how can this thing be so easy to control, or is it now edited, I think the person who crossed is right, it is estimated that it will overturn to a large extent."

"Flip it, what's wrong with the piano music? Who of you can be sure that he wrote it on the spot, not prepared it in advance? If you want me to say, it's just a gimmick for the audience to call and make up the story, maybe where did you buy the song?" "

+1 upstairs, I think so too, it's definitely not a live creation

!" "+1, I just said when it was so easy to write a song, it turned out to be prepared in advance!" "

At this time, no one is optimistic about Gu Qingyun, after all, the guitar and the piano are completely two different things.

Like the comment said, playing and singing on the guitar, he can sing a song casually, but on the piano? sorry, I won't!

Wang Xiaoxiao clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, she still recognized Gu Qingyun's talent.

At least the father's prose poem she cycled for a day.

It's just that this time it's accompanied by a piano, and I don't know what song it will be.

Zhang Hongwei was also lying on his bed at the moment, listening to the sound of the piano on the radio.

He was also a little unsure whether Gu Qingyun could control it.

Being able to play and creating are two different things.

However, there is nothing he can do at the moment, he can only pray that Gu Qingyun can complete the creation of the song, even if the quality is a little lower.

The female listener who called couldn't help but hold her breath at this time, she also wanted to see what kind of song the other party could create.

With just a few words of small talk and a few words of worrying about the child's future, she couldn't help but be a little shaken by the fact that she could finish a song in just a few words.

Gu Qingyun, who was sitting in front of the piano at this time, was very calm at this time, and the moment he heard the other party say that the child was a child, he had already thought of the song.

He didn't panic at all, sat quietly in front of the piano, straightened his chest, moved his buttocks, found the most comfortable position, and began to keep his hands on the black and white keys.

Fluent piano music slowly flowed through his fingertips, into the microphone, and into the ears of all listeners.

All the listeners were stunned when they heard the piano prelude, and it didn't look like a ticket!

People from some entertainment companies were also staying up late listening to the show at the moment.

When I heard such a smooth and rhythmic piano intro, I almost didn't let my jaw drop.

You must know that they are professional, and the good or bad of the songs can be judged by listening to the beginning.

So what is Gu Qingyun's song?

They said that with the level of their father's prose poetry, it is difficult to judge how it is, after all, this is just a prelude.

Everyone unconsciously held their breath, and after the smooth prelude, Gu Qingyun's voice sounded, slightly hoarse but mixed with a hint of happiness.

"You're asleep with your palms clenched and shallow dimples on your cheeks.

I look at you at this moment, and I have a lot to say to you.

If you're growing up a lot tomorrow, I won't feel overwhelmed.

You no longer want me to hold your hand, and you hope to break free from my palm every day.

When this was sung, all the listeners took a sharp breath, and at this moment their eyes were fixed on the radio, and their eyes were full of incredulity!

How could it be possible, and he really let him sing it

? When he fell asleep, his palms were clenched, and his cheeks were dimpleed, wasn't this the picture described by the caller?

Caller listener, at this time she held her mobile phone, listening to the singing on the radio, couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise, tears filled her eyes.

This feeling in the lyrics is incomprehensible to people who have never had children.

And at this moment, the entertainment companies are completely boiling, no matter what they pay, they must sign this host to their company! Regardless of everything!

First his father's prose poem, and then this song, Gu Qingyun's talent no longer needs to be questioned.

It's not written on the spot, it's already written? So what?

To be able to write a song of this quality, it doesn't matter how you write it.

The important thing is that he can create it! That's enough!

Wen Gu Zhiyin's forum below.

All post comments were instantly static, and those comments that were originally questioned were deleted the moment the song appeared.

Including the self-proclaimed Traveler.

ps: Don't search for lyrics, let's talk about what this song is called, it's time to test your vocabulary of songs!