On the stage, Fu Wenyao finished adjusting the strings and stretched out his hand to play the strings gently.

"Ding-ding-dong, ding-ding, ding-ding, ding-ding......"

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

How is this genre?

Listening to the title, isn't it a bitter and hateful song?

Then the drum beat of "Knock Knock" joined, powerful and clean, only the kick drum kept stepping, like a heartbeat.

Powerful and very rhythmic.

Listening to such a voice, the necks of the audience under the stage couldn't help but light up together.

It's like a chicken pecking rice.

Good!

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

Compared to just now, when the music started, his smile became extraordinarily sincere.

He nodded softly to the rhythm and sang the lyrics:

"Look at you

See what you look like yourself

There is meanness in the eyes

Staring at me with a magnifying glass searchlight ......"

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

On stage, Fu Wenyao squirmed to the sound of the drums, and the bass player, rhythm guitar and keyboard player behind him all agitated with the drums.

"Open your mouth full of filth

The dirty water that spit out wants to discredit me

Isn't it that I'm upset?

You'll be able to live one more moment......"

The drum beat changed again, the drum sticks rose high and fell heavily, and the snare completely joined the rhythm of the kick drum.

A stronger sense of movement.

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

They listened to the cheerful tune and almost forgot the sharp curse in the lyrics.

This sense of rhythm, listen to any lyrics, just nod your head!

"It's okay, it's okay

Come on, come on

If you can get you just right

That's my merit

I want to say thank you to you

Thank you, thank you, thank you......"

Three thanks, Fu Wenyao was upgrading, and then the real voice was cut into a false voice.

"Oh oh~"

The edges of the vocal cords vibrate, and the sound becomes soft and soft.

In the rear, the soft trumpet sound simulated by the keyboardist 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 sideways, danced his body, and gently clapped his hands to the sound of the drums.

"Smack...... Smack......"

"Smack...... Smack......"

Off the stage, the audience was involuntarily moved by him.

Clapped his hands with him and nodded to the left and right.

Soft, the melody is more gripping, and the chorus with a stronger sense of rhythm sounds:

"I thank you dad

I didn't send you to the end with a tissue

I thank your mom

Didn't throw you in the trash as a placenta

Ahh

That "ahhh

Off the stage, many people have already laughed at these two lyrics.

"I thank you, Grandma

I thank you Grandpa

I thank you aunt

I thank you, uncle

Oooooo

This time, everyone under the stage has learned this sound, and they followed along with "oh oh oh oh".

"I thank your great-grandfather

I thank you for a book

I thank you, thank you

I thank you for your eight ancestors

Ahh

Under the stage: "Ahhhh

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

When Fu Wenyao reported the title of the song, they thought about what Fu Wenyao would do with the song.

Bitterness and hatred, accusations with blood and tears, or righteous indignation?

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

The sharp lead song, paired with a somewhat caustic chorus, is paired with a cheerful, very rhythmic, and provocative melody and music.

It's an understatement, but it's a needle.

As his lyrics say.

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

You think you're going to beat me?

You think you're going to interfere with my life?

You think I'm going to be influenced by you?

You think I'm going to collapse?

You also think too highly of yourself.

Your foul language, to me, is just this fart, a gust of wind blows, and then 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, what a great son my son is!

After the chorus, the rhythm of the drums cuts back to the main song again.

Fu Wenyao picked up his guitar again and began to play the melody.

"Touch it

Touch your own chest

The conscience has been sold clean

Is the dirty money you earn enough to live......"

He played the guitar and sang songs, without any bitterness or hatred, and his eyes were not fixed on the reporters below.

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

"Go back in the evening and change your face

Don't you dare to say it to your child

Is it hurting others

It can make you feel happy......"

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

But there are still some reporters who have already risen together, silently clapping their hands gently.

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

Fu Wenyao played the guitar on the stage, jumping and jumping:

"It's okay, it's okay

Come on, come on

If it makes you live

That's my charity

I want to say thank you to you

Thank you, thank you, thank you......"

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

Off the stage, everyone already has a feeling of impatience.

It's time for a chorus!

It's time for a 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's the effect of adding a voice changer.

Funny and frivolous.

"I thank you dad

I didn't send you to the end with a tissue

I thank your mom

Didn't throw you in the trash as a placenta

Ahh

Off the stage, everyone can't wait.

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

A lot of people are already singing along.

Even if you can't sing, you can sing the "ahhhhh

Many have already stood up and jumped.

Follow Fu Wenyao and thank grandma, grandfather, aunt, and uncle together......

Thank you for a copy of the other party's household register.

Thanks to each other's eight generations of ancestors.

A lot of them have already decided.

Be sure to learn this song.

In the future, if anyone makes himself unhappy, he must sing this song to him!

Sing it to him out loud!

On the stage, Fu Wenyao sang the last lyrics, stood on the stage, and played the melody seriously.

Everyone under the stage also nodded their heads seriously to the left and right.

The drum beat of "Knock Knock Knock" gradually became smaller and lighter.

Then there was a "ding dong~" sound, and the strings were still.

Fu Wenyao looked at the audience and said with a smile: "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 you for your eighth-generation ancestors!!!!!!"

A shout resounded through the sky.

Then Fu Wenyao bowed and stepped down.

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

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Brother Yao, Brother Yao!"

"I'm going to give Brother Yao a monkey!"

Wu Quandong took a deep breath, and then realized that he didn't know when, he had clenched his fists.

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

The children......

All grown up.

Nothing can defeat them!

No!