Be quiet!

No one at the scene spoke, they all closed their eyes and listened.

They are not ignorant laymen, as professional singers, they can hear the doorways inside.

He Xiao's singing skills are so outstanding!

is young, but he has this ability, and he is not lost to the older generation.

His voice is also very unique and full of magnetism, this kind of voice is not allowed to sing all the time, which is more advantageous than the voices of many professional singers.

The most important thing is that when he sings, he will add his own emotions to it, rather than simply piling up the song with his singing skills, which makes the song many times more brilliant.

"This lightweight singing skill has already defeated Bao Haoyu as soon as he opened his mouth. ”

Many old singers present were amazed in their hearts, knowing that they had underestimated this young man before, he had real skills in his hands, and Bao Haoyu was too tender compared to him.

Bao Haoyu is like a flower growing up in a greenhouse, he debuted under the packaging of various resources of the company, and became popular directly, he has not experienced the baptism of life, nor has he sharpened his singing skills, he eats, drinks, and shoots variety shows every day.

He Xiao is a green bamboo that has grown up through wind and frost, and finally broke through the ground after many difficulties.

He once sang in Xing Ya Ge, performed for five hours a day, and also performed in caves all over the country, and also served as a C position.

Under such days and nights, He Xiao's singing skills have long surpassed too many peers in the music world.

Therefore, Bao Haoyu is not comparable.

That's a lot!

At this moment, He Xiao's performance amazed many old singers, and even Lin Yunkai, the master who performs with He Xiao every day, was stunned.

Because he didn't know when He Xiao would complete the creation of this "Prose Poem Written by Father".

How much stock does this guy have in his hand?

A "Old Boy" is enough to surprise him, and now there is another high-quality song?

The point is that the mood of the two songs is completely different.

Lin Yunkai himself was horrified, what kind of demon did he dig up in that small business show!

Such a person seems to have been born to eat the bowl of rice of singers.

Lin Yueming also felt the same way, the hateful guy who snatched his own balls to eat, after holding the guitar, would become so dazzling.

It's really strange, he used to think it was ordinary no matter how he looked at it, but now the more he looks at it, the more pleasing it is.

Could it be true that talent can influence other people's senses of a person?

Quiet scene, no one speaks, but everyone's heart is not at peace.

A "prose poem written by my father" shocked young people such as Bao Haoyu and Lin Yueming, and also shocked a group of old singers.

He Xiao's eyes were deep, as if he had traveled back to the time when he stayed in the countryside and saw his childhood childhood.

The second lyrics sounded.

"In 1994, the crops had already been harvested. ”

"My old mother passed away last year. ”

The son, wearing a white shirt, ran into the schoolyard. ”

"But he's been a little worried lately, and he's lost a lot of weight. ”

"Think about the future, I'm a pile of old paper money. ”

At that time, the son was a true man. ”

"There was a lovely girl who made a home with him. ”

"I hope they don't, don't live so hard. ”

In the second lyric, time has passed by ten years in a hurry, the crops of the past have long been harvested, the loving old mother has passed away after all, but the son has grown up and entered school.

The passing of the older generation, the growth of the new generation.

The new person replaces the old, perhaps this is the meaning of the years.

Later, as the son grew older, he talked about everything he talked about with his father and finally hid his clumsy thoughts alone.

His father knew that he would eventually reach puberty.

Maybe there is a beloved girl, and the beloved girl loves the excellent class leader, or maybe the first love in life has just ended, and the emotional wound is difficult to heal.

But these are all necessary experiences for growing up, and my father looked in his eyes and was silent.

Because he saw the shadow of his youth in his son's body, and thought of it many years later, he also stepped into the steps of his old mother and became a pile of old paper money, maybe at that time, his son had reached the age of establishment, and had a lovely wife and became a warm family.

My father's wish was simple, he just hoped that they would not live as hard as him.

"These are the words from my father's diary. ”

"It's his life left,"

"Prose poems left behind. ”

"Years later, I watched the tears flow. ”

"But my father is as old as a shadow. ”

The chorus part sounded, and He Xiao's emotional voice suddenly rose a high note, and the two words tears were shouted very heavily.

When He Xiao sings, he always tries to understand the lyrics and experience the state of mind of the singer at that time, he feels that the songs sung like that have a soul.

He succeeded, and the simple life in "The Prose Poems Written by My Father" was truly passed on to everyone.

Ding Liang was in a heavy mood, he remembered half of his life, how could he not be the "father" in the song?

Perhaps many years later, when he turned into a handful of yellow sand, his son would also flip through his codex, listen to the songs he once sang, and proudly say, this is the honor of my father's life.

Unconsciously, he twitched the tip of his nose, subconsciously touched his cheek, and for some reason, it became a little slippery.

There are many people like him, and "Prose Poems Written by Fathers" is terrifying for people of their age, and almost everyone can think of themselves when they were young, and the father in the song overlapped like that.

Lin Yunkai stood in place in a daze, he was also moved by He Xiao's singing, and couldn't help but hold his daughter's hand tightly, he was afraid that one day, when he became a shadow, he would not be able to catch it.

"Years later, I watched the tears flow. ”

"But my father is in the wind. ”

"Like an old newspaper. ”

He Xiao sang and hummed softly.

He stood up, put his guitar on his back, looked at every veteran at the banquet, and sang the end of the song.

"This is that generation. ”

"Footprints left behind. ”

"After a few storms. ”

"It's going to erase the traces. ”

A song, but it deduces the growth of three generations, the father is old after all, following the footsteps of the old mother, buried in the autumn of harvesting crops, after a few storms, all traces were erased, and the only evidence that can prove that the father has come to the world is only the prose poem in the son's hand.

"This land has made me cry, how many people have been buried, and the sad past ......"

Following the end of the melody, He Xiao sang softly until the melody gradually disappeared and ended.

The scene was quiet, he put down the guitar, looked up again, and saw the story from everyone's face.