"Congratulations, you're one step closer to success. A few minutes later, looking at Shen Hao, who was smiling, nodded his head to congratulate.

"Luck, luck, the main thing is that your song is good, brother, so what...... Remember to help me ask about that. ”

"Well, I'll ask you when I get the chance. ”

"Then I won't bother you, go back and wait for your good news. ”

In this game, Shen Hao passed the score of two out of three votes because of the variable of Fang Jing, but Huang Xiaoming did not pass it for him, because he felt that we were different, and this song was too saliva and not creative.

Even so, Shen Hao is thankful, it's good to be able to get by, as for whether he is drooling or not, he doesn't care.

Afraid of adding pressure to others, the people who sang couldn't stay backstage, so Shen Hao left after saying a few words.

The first game of the opening game had a good start, and the nervous hearts of the people behind him calmed down a lot, and they were not so nervous when they came to the stage.

The second singer is Liu Wei, an online singer, whose song has the highest click-through rate of more than 10 million on the Penguin Music platform, and is known as the best ancient voice.

Sure enough, a good voice is not covered, she sings her own masterpiece, the most widely circulated song, and her bones are crispy when she opens her mouth, and she is not weaker than professional singers at all.

Among these seventy people, no more than five can compare with her in singing skills, and there is no accident, and the three instructors unanimously passed.

In front of Fang Jing is a chubby girl, a native of Dali, who once released an album and is very popular in their local area.

When the tutor commented on her, she spoke highly of her, and even Han Hong said that when she came this morning, her song was playing in the car.

It's a pity that Han Hong and Li Wen didn't pass her, because she is already a debut singer, and there is no need to fight with these eighteen or nineteen-year-old children, which is unfair to others.

Huang Xiaoming, a good man, voted for it, and someone must come out to sing red face at this time, otherwise it will be too ugly to veto it unanimously.

Fang Jing was not surprised by this result at all, it was obvious that this girl already had a brokerage company before participating in the show.

The people who have released the record, and then come to the show to abuse them, a group of novice village rookies, isn't this bullying?

Even if Han Hong and a few people agree, the program team probably won't agree, it's interesting enough to let you play a few rounds, and if you continue, you will smash the field.

Any singer who is not popular comes to their show to brush up on popularity, so they don't need to do this show.

Next, Fang Jing appeared.

Without a guitar, an ordinary roll-neck jacket, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black jeans underneath, and black casual shoes, this is Fang Jing's dress.

On the stage, Fang Jing exhaled lightly into the microphone, made sure that the microphone was fine, nodded and bowed to the staff on the side, indicating that background music could be played.

The music sounded, an ancient flute slowly solo, and the lyrics appeared on the screen behind Fang Jing, followed by an anime MV, which he spent a night of hard work to choose in order to get close to the meaning of the song.

For this reason, He Kangsheng also reminded him and asked him to contact the author of this anime, and he would pay as much as he wanted.

Don't wait for the show to air, the original creator even went to court with Modu Satellite TV, then it would be a lot of fun, losing money is a trivial matter, the main thing is to be ashamed.

However, Fang Jing was lucky, he called people to confiscate the money, but when he heard that he was going to be on TV, the other party was very excited, and said thank you for helping to promote it.

"On the grass leaves under the ancient trees at the head of the village

The dew has not dried

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang songs

Survive the creek bay

I lay on the roof with my arms on my pillow

Thought about it all night

Who in the hall under the tile talks about Chang'an on paper"

Fang Jing has practiced this song too many times, he can sing it with his eyes closed, brew emotions, find a good entry point, and fully devote himself to it as soon as he opens his mouth.

His voice is not as gentle and delicate as Hetu, but fresh and clean, and he is not stained with fireworks, but singing this song has a different feeling.

There is no deliberate show-off of skills, and it is very quiet as soon as he speaks, which vividly expresses the vision of the future of the teenager who left home to pursue his dreams when he was young.

......

Shenchuan City, eight o'clock, Wang Hong with his hands in his trouser pockets, tired walking on the street, he is a twenty-seven or eight this year, a salesman in a 4S store, and now he has just gotten off work.

Crossing the sidewalk, skillfully stabbing into a snack street, without raising his head, he went into an old restaurant, "Fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl, take it away." ”

"Xiao Wang, why are you so late today?

The boss and chef is a middle-aged man in his fifties with a Chinese face, who was originally idle watching TV, and when he saw Wang Hong come in, he greeted him with a smile, got up and walked towards the back kitchen.

The unscrupulous manager squeezed us again for the sake of performance, and we should leave work at six o'clock, and we had to call new and old customers one by one. ”

Pouring a glass of water from the water dispenser, Wang Hong complained to the boss while waiting for the rice bowl. Don't look at their suits and leather shoes, they don't need to be exposed to the wind and sun, only they know the sadness.

"The bridge deck is like frost, and the soles are cold"

"Stepping over the bluestone slab"

"The girl who rubs shoulders has crooked eyebrows"

"I got on the ferry with my bags on my back"

"Foil and look back"

"The smoke in the outline of the village is gradually decreasing"

"Rise and Fall"

......

At this moment, there were no other customers in the small restaurant, and there was a quiet and quiet voice wafting from the TV, and the eloquent singing attracted Wang Hong's attention.

"The Voice of the Chinese Dream?"

Office workers like them, who don't see the sun at both ends, haven't watched TV for I don't know how many years, and he doesn't know any of those little girls who open and close their mouths day by day.

The guy who sings on TV is not very old, and he looks about the same as when he first came out of society.

After listening to a few words, Wang Hong thought that this was an ancient song for young people to pursue their ideals, but slowly the singing turned from cold to sad, and the low shouts were full of regret and unwillingness.

This reminded him that he had been away from home for ten years and came to work in this big city, and his father was sick and couldn't go back.

At the beginning, Top Gun did not want to live in a small mountain village for the rest of his life, longed for the high-rise buildings in the big city, the lights were bright, and he came on a struggle trip with 200 yuan.

After this, he felt what hardship was, he tried it for a hundred and fifty yuan a month, he tried it every day to drink tap water every day, and he didn't want to try it a second time in his life.

The world is hot and cold, such as people who drink water and know that they know that there are too many intrigues here, and there are few people who can make friends.

"Am I really coming to the right place?" Wang Hong was confused. During this time, he worked overtime every day, and he had already had the idea of leaving, but he was reluctant to pay a high salary and was a little wavering.

"What do you want?" the boss packed the fried rice bowl and handed it to Wang Hong.

"I haven't been back for years, and I'm a little homesick. Wang Hong shook his head and chuckled.

"If you want to go back, go back!"

"I can't go back. Wang Hong thought for a while and sighed, "If you leave, you must resign, and your family will not be able to make money." ”

Leaving two pieces of five pieces and two pieces of one, Wang Hong left with the packed rice.

"Suddenly it started to rain in Chang'an City

Wet the vicissitudes of prosperity

I forgot in the panic

The direction in which it came

He turned around and left that year

The sound of the water is far away from the riverbank

Whether the village is still alive

......