Qin Xizhen's subdued but calm chant was like a cluster of tanks converging on the plain where the morning dew was slightly condensed, accumulating little by little the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas.

Cheng Ran remembers that in another time and space, this ballad premiered simultaneously on more than 50 radio stations in Asia that year, and about 800 million people listened to it.

Of course, the Shanhai Music Festival in front of me is not on that scale. There are not so many radio stations, but this is how it was born, and he wants to see how he can pick up the guest seats.

In fact, when this song starts, people can naturally combine it with the one that was controversial before, because the style is so unique, it can be said that it is unique in the current music scene, and it has never been heard.

It's like some masters in the literary world who have frequently changed their pen names, but when a senior reader picks up a book, he can know whose vest it is from his personal pen style.

The same goes for music, as long as a professional person listens to it, the two such songs before and after can only appear in one person, which is a strong personal style.

The deepest feeling is still on the guest seat, Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua can see that on the lawn of tens of thousands of people, people do not have any noise, listen quietly, and at most communicate in private.

For some reason, it makes people feel a great horror.

On the guest seat, representatives from various record companies, producers, and even some people in the TV and film circles and music critics were all silent.

In the live radio room, Wang Shifeng looked at Qin Keguang and finally understood why he was there. He can guarantee that more than a dozen radio stations around the country that are following the festival today, whether it is the radio anchor or the guests who participated, I am afraid that they are all listening to the song quietly at this time.

No one knows what's going on, no one knows what tomorrow will be after today.

The rain was falling, and the night breeze was a little cool, but under the sound of music, it seemed that all of them had a hypnotic effect.

The rain is not heavy, nor is the wind cold.

The ballad that only feels in the ears is not enough to listen to.

At this time, the scene is like the music scene, for so many years, after a long drought and a rainy day, in the amazement, I can feel the pleasant sound that is comfortable and worth chewing.

"The picture of what was once innocent

Cruelly and gently appeared

Vulnerable time has come

Let's pray together."

Qin Xizhen sang here and stopped suddenly. Behind him, the cymbals and the sound of the three guitarists are converging at the same time.

The electronic piano next to him, Qin Xizhen's ten fingers, each of which is like a living person, beats vividly on the keys, and after the electronic key sounds, everything is silent.

Qin Xizhen took away the pair of hands that combined elegance and sensuality, and the songs and movements that ruled this space disappeared, and everyone felt like they were riding a roller coaster, stopping abruptly at a high place, seeing that it was likely to be a hearty huge weightless landslide, but stopped scratching their ears and cheeks at the highest place.

Qin Xizhen sat back on a small stool behind her, and the light behind her hit her body, making her feel as if there was a layer of light around her, and her slightly messy hair was delicate, but it was so lifelike.

......

"Why don't you sing it?"

"Go on......"

"What's behind the prayer...... It's so uncomfortable, sing it!"

On the lawn, it seems that the frozen life is back alive, and some unfinished inquiries are heard in all directions.

In the guest seat, people began to move. Those characters who hold their own identities have time to adjust their sitting posture at this time, look left and right, and want to see that they are not the only ones who have just listened to the song, this song is too unique, and compared to the original one, the acceptance should be higher, because it is easier to listen. The lyrics, the melody, the movements, all complement each other, and it has never been so colorful.

Very superb!

Then, people suddenly noticed that Qin Xizhen's head on his long neck turned sideways and looked at a guitarist next to him.

"She's looking at the man. ”

"What's going on?"

Qin Xizhen smiled lightly and tilted her head to look at Cheng Ran, but Cheng Ran knew that these were all stage effects, and they had been discussed early in the morning, Qin Xizhen didn't have to do anything, she kept her image well, and he would do everything by him.

Cheng Ran swung the guitar and stepped forward, feeling that the muscles in his cheeks were still a little stiff, but when he stepped forward, Cheng Ran held the Sennheiser microphone provided by the organizer, and someone was talking about it before and after the show, saying that this microphone was expensive and could maximize the wide range and penetration of the vocals.

In the light, Cheng Ran held the microphone, his eyes rose, and he locked the guest seat, Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le, and they looked at him for the first time.

At the venue, only Cheng Ran's voice was heard.

"This song...... Isn't it yours?"

This voice was like an invisible spear, as if leading a blizzard, and the head of the crowd in the audience turned around and faced the guest seat. So much so that a big wave was formed.

......

People have heard about the collision of two songs, and to put it mildly, it is now approaching the end of the festival, and it is raining, and they want to see the excitement come to grab a handful. Not necessarily no one wants to see how the two sides are confronted.

So now Cheng Ran's words, in fact, there is no doubt, many people know who this is for. At most, people don't know where Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le are, and Cheng Ran and Qin Xizhen's eyes give them answers.

Not only was the eyes of the venue under the guidance, but even at this time, everyone in the guest seat looked at Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le in the front row almost for the first time.

Zhao Le's face was stiff, and Wang Zhonghua could still look left and right, throwing some casual smiles at the record company musicians he knew, but obviously what the smile couldn't hide was the thunderclouds in his eyes.

Cheng Ran's voice sounded again, "Please ask the staff to give Zhao Le and Teacher Wang Zhonghua the microphone, don't say that we didn't give you a chance to speak!"

At this time, Yu Xiao, who had been waiting in ambush for a long time in the guest seat, stepped forward with two wireless microphones and handed them to Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le.

Looking at the two microphones handed over by Yu Xiao, who was hanging a work card, there was already an uproar in the guest seat.

Some radio anchors, facing this situation directly, muttered, "Listeners, the scene of the music festival has changed amazingly. ”

There were also announcers who tried to round the scene, "unexpectedly...... But shouldn't this be the spirit of the music festival, which must be down-to-earth and integrated with the public, and it needs to have such a spirit of questioning and criticism......"

Zhao Le snorted coldly and took Yu Xiao's microphone, Wang Zhonghua also stretched out his hand, took the microphone, and carefully looked at whether it was weird.

The problem is that there is no quirky.

In the worst case, they already had the possibility of encountering a confrontation, so they were probably mentally prepared now. And another problem is that the guests around are all well-known people in the industry, and now is the time for public opinion, if they avoid it, they are obviously weak-hearted.

However, immediately after, after seeing Yu Xiao hand the microphone to the two of them, Cheng Ran's voice continued to sound, "Is this song yours? If so, please take the next paragraph." ”

Wow!

The crowd below was a sensation, thinking what is this?

In fact, the music festival is not as good as the concert, and the people who are really on the scene know that the atmosphere is actually much more relaxed, people can sit on the ground, and even bring food, bring tents to listen to songs, and it is not as formal as a concert. And singers and bands often interact with the audience frequently, and it often happens that while singing the last paragraph here, the audience echoes the next paragraph.

But suddenly changed the form, and wanted to make the anti-war song with a unique style written by himself, and Qin Xizhen was plagiarized by Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua, and then the next paragraph of this song with the same style.

The atmosphere of the scene was ignited.

Cheng Ran's voice sounded like a talisman, "That's it, give you ten seconds, ten, nine ......"

With Cheng Ran's counting, the audience on the lawn below didn't know who began to echo first, "Ten, nine......"

"Eight, Seven, Six......"

By the time Cheng Ran said "Six!", there were already a lot of chorus below.

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of people were in unison, and the sound was suspected to be that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days, shattering the sky here.

"Five, Four, Three......"

On the lawn of tens of thousands of people, it is raining and roaring together, what kind of scene is that?

The spring breeze that blew became hoarse, and the snow was shattered before it fell.

Even if the rain hits all over the world, they don't dare to fall into the noise here.

Many people recall the scene back then, and they were all amazed, "That kid ...... It's so ruthless!"

Zhao Lezhi held the microphone, Wang Zhonghua moved his buttocks, although the two of them held the microphone connected to the stereo, but in the face of the scene of tens of thousands of people roaring and counting down at this time, they couldn't make any sound, they saw from the beginning to the end, and from the gymnasium from the south to the north, everywhere they looked, there was a cake of people crowded, and everyone looked at them and counted down in unison.

In the throats of the two of them, only the swallowing sound shocked by this scene came out, but they just couldn't say a word through the microphone.

For the first time, they felt how terrible the violence of the group was.

"Three! Two ......"

"Three! Two ......"

Cheng Ran is still counting down.

People are still counting down.

"One! ......" This is the hearty roar of tens of thousands of people.

If you don't know the ins and outs, you have just walked into the gymnasium, just in the face of this "one!" tide, I am afraid that you will encounter an unwarranted disaster and be shocked and sit directly on the ground.

In the end, Cheng Ran had not counted, and tens of thousands of people had already helped him complete it.

After the dust settled, Cheng Ran retreated and disappeared into the shadows.

Qin Xizhen was in the light and shadow, put his hand on the electronic piano, and connected to the previous movement.

Then it sang clearly.

"Merciful Father, I have fallen

I can't see the kingdom of sin

Please forgive my conceit

No one can say that no one has anything to say......"

The movement continues, the music continues, the singing continues, but it seems that something has changed subtly.

In the guest seat, many musicians looked at the silence on that side, and they all looked sideways slightly.

In front of the music stage, the light of Qin Xizhen shocked time and space like that.

Then this slender figure, facing the light that fell from the sky, showed the mercy of lowering his eyes and crossing the world, and softly sang the end note.

"I, slowly fall asleep

God, it's just dawning"

Yes, God.

It's dawn.

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The climax has just begun.

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