When the host read Tan Yue's name, the audience was worried about how to withdraw from this blind date, and the promise was suddenly stunned, and then raised his head suddenly and looked at the stage.

"Damn, it can't be him, right?"

Promise's eyes widened and he looked at the stage without blinking.

I saw the figure who took the stage unhurriedly, it was all too familiar!

Liu Jing next to her noticed the change in promise, looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the surprise in his heart, and pointed to Tan Yue on the stage and said, "That's my buddy." ”

Liu Jing's mouth opened slightly, and she turned her head to look at Tan Yue on the stage, "You buddy, so handsome." ”

Promise rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Liu Jing pursed her lips slightly, "However, where did he choose this song? I haven't heard of it, and the title of the song is too strange, right, "Song for Myself"?"

Xu Yu didn't speak, but looked at the stage, and he remembered the scene of the last time Tan Yue sang in the Blue Ocean Bar.

This kid is still good at singing, at least in the promise sounds, it's okay.

"Does he sing very well?" asked Liu Jing.

Xu Yu thought about it and said, "It's not very good, but it's not bad either." ”

Liu Jing hummed and looked at the stage with some curiosity, waiting for the promise of this buddy's singing.

......

offstage,

The audience also looked at Tan Yue who appeared on the stage.

"The young man is quite energetic. ”

"Tan Yue, a little familiar?"

"This handsome guy is very handsome, I don't know how to sing?"

Under the stage, Wu Xuemin, the choreographer of "I Am a Singer", held his chin with one hand and looked at Tan Yue on the stage.

Not to mention, it's no wonder that Qi Xue can take a fancy to her, her appearance is really outstanding, much more handsome than the host of their show.

Stage

Tan Yue stood still in the center of the stage, looking at the thousands of spectators in the audience, still a little nervous.

Take a deep breath, squeeze the microphone tightly, and wait for the accompaniment to sound.

Soon, a slightly muffled piano sound sounded slowly, interspersed with guitar notes from time to time.

After the accompaniment sounded, the noisy scene slowly quieted down.

Tan Yue listened to the accompaniment, which was similar to his impression, and nodded slightly.

This is also the first time he has heard the accompaniment, copied it out of the recording studio in the station, and handed it over to the staff of the program team after registering.

Tan Yue's eyes looked from near and far, past the oppressive crowd in People's Square, over the bustling street market, colorful neon lights, towering high-rise buildings, and looking at the dark night.

During this time, when Tan Yue was bored, he would occasionally sing with the guitar that Qi Xue had left behind, and he slowly felt that he had improved a little.

On the other hand, Tan Yue's choice of this song was also considered, one reason is that he likes this song himself. Another reason is that the most touching person in this song is not the singing skills, but the feelings, which are a view of life expressed in the song.

In my previous life, I once heard an old professor at the conservatory at a drinking party that honesty and accuracy are the criteria for testing art. The creator is honest with himself, has full experience, the ability to express, and gives people the feeling that he is accurate. And the accurate thing is the most direct to the hearts of the people.

And this "Song for Myself" shows the words of the old professor vividly!

Retracting his gaze, his eyes closed slightly, Tan Yue followed the accompanying melody and began to sing.

"I think but I can't get it,

What do you have to say?

The reluctance of the house,

Just talking nonsense about the past.

When you find out that time is a thief,

It has long since stolen all your options. ”

After singing for a while, Tan Yue was a little loud because of his insufficient singing skills, but this was just an audition for a local show, and the audience was not those picky musicians, it didn't affect listening to the song, and no one cared at all.

I saw that the original smiling and careless faces were all looking at the stage and the person on the stage at this moment.

The young people only felt that the song was too monotonous, with no skill to speak of, and it was the same as ordinary speech, but it was not so unpleasant to hear and unacceptable.

And some office workers, middle-aged people and even elderly people have another emotion when they hear it. Life is in a hurry, but you can't get it, and after that, there is only vain.

This is a life experience that many people have, which makes those who have experiences and setbacks feel nostalgic, sorrowful, and resonant.

Tan Yue continued to pause slightly, and continued to sing:

"Love is but a high fever,

Missing is followed by a cough that is not good.

is unforgivable,

But he can't stop it,

Hatred climbs over the wall at night.

It's empty,

but buzzing,

Who puts a cold gun in your heart,

The vows of old love,

Like a slap in the face,

Whenever you remember a sentence,

Just a slap in the face,

And then I couldn't smell it for years,

I can't smell a woman. ”

Offstage, Wu Xuemin had goosebumps, and the whole person looked at the stage dumbfounded.

As a middle-aged man who has worked in the cultural industry for so many years, he asked himself that listening to songs would basically not make him have a lot of mood swings anymore, but this time he thought wrong.

Who put a cold gun in your heart!

It's not singing, it's poetry!

The love and hate of life, whenever it happens, the people in it will face the surging emotional impact, like a high fever, like an unstoppable hatred, and after being washed away by the years, only an empty loss remains.

Wu Xuemin's lips were pursed, he was afraid that he would lose his temper.

In fact, Wu Xuemin only stared at Tan Yue on the stage, but he didn't notice that although he was the director of the show, no one paid attention to him, everyone was looking at the man on the stage, looking at Tan Yue!

Tan Yue opened his eyes, took a light breath, smiled, shook his head slightly, and on his relatively young face, he didn't know if it was because of the light, or because he had some rough and tumble experience, but it looked inexplicably vicissitudes.

His voice was a little low and heavy.

"The past is not like smoke,

Oh, yes

It is not a virtue to remember the old in love,

It's a pity that love is not like writing songs,

No matter how serious you are, you can't become a style,

I ask you who have you seen and missed,

Whether you're a repeat offender or have no criminal record,

The only one I know is the one who has been together for a long time,

I haven't seen a long-term combination. ”

On the huge People's Square, it is surprisingly quiet at the moment, only the echo of singing, only the light sound of accompaniment.

Many young people have gone from being contemptuous when they first listened to it to their current horror, looking at Tan Yue on the stage with a pair of eyes, which was simply shocking.

At this moment, it was as if the air had fallen into silence.