Coincidentally, the director went to the toilet at this time.

Otherwise, he would definitely not let the judges do it.

"Please start your show!" shouted the judges in the audience.

The on-site staff trotted up and asked Lu Yifan to play the accompaniment for him.

"I'm an original song, give me the guitar. Lu Yifan said awesomely.

And the tone is in a commanding tone, not a request.

"Uh......" The staff was stunned for three seconds, nodded extremely unhappily and said, "Okay, you wait!"

"Hmph, look at you pretending! The judges don't know how to hurt you later! What the hell, who do you think you are?"

The staff muttered.

In the eyes of everyone, Lu Yifan calmly picked up the guitar, his beautiful and slender legs cocked on the bench, sat down, and reached out to adjust the microphone.

"Sister Nimei...... You...... Can you do it? There's a third-grade singer down there! If you want to convince them with your singing, I'm afraid it's not easy.

Or else...... You just said that you suddenly came to the eldest aunt, let's find an excuse to slip away. Ding Jianguo muttered in a worried whisper.

"Don't say it's the moon-level singer in the audience, it's the real big coffee judges of The Voice, Jay Chou and Na Ying, and they can only call me a senior!" Lu Yifan said with a light smile.

In the Chinese entertainment industry, there is a strict hierarchy.

And since Lu Yifan won the Voice championship, his rank has long been ranked above the veteran singers such as Jay Chou and Na Ying!

"This ...... Hey, okay...... If I lose face later, I will definitely lose it with Sister Nimei!"

Ding Jianguo covered his head and shook his head.

This Nimei sister is really blowing is not as big as the average two!

The lights at the scene dimmed, and a beam of light sprinkled on the ceiling shrouded Lu Yifan's body.

"The name of this song is "Those Flowers", I hope you like it. Lu Yifan said lightly.

Those flowers?

Three judges, you look at me, I look at you, it seems that no one has heard this song.

Could it be ......

Is it original?

Before the judges had time to think about it, a sad guitar melody had already sounded.

Ding-dong-ding-dong.

The sound of the guitar is like a clear and sweet spring water, and it gently hits the stone, which is very rhythmic and beautiful.

Soon, the first lyrics, accompanied by Lu Yifan's singing and guitar sounds, slowly surrounded everyone's ears.

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers...... In every corner of my life, quietly open for me, I used to think that I would always be by her side, today we are gone, in the vast sea of people......"

This opened his throat, and directly made Ding Jianguo, who was closest to Lu Yifan and had not yet stepped down, grow his mouth in shock, and the microphone almost fell to the ground!

How can it sound so good!!!

This Lunemei's voice is like a fairy in the sky singing lightly!

It's so refreshing!

So beautiful, so beautiful!

Ding Jianguo almost wanted to kneel and worship, and called the master on the spot!

This is the best song she has ever heard in her life, and it is not an exaggeration at all!

What is the king and queen of heaven, compared to the deer Nimei in front of him, that is the scum!!

Quiescence!

The scene was even more silent!

Everyone almost didn't dare to take a breath, because Lu Yifan's singing voice was very light, although it could get into everyone's ears just right, but it was so light that it seemed like a dream, as if he was muttering......

The people at the scene were afraid that because they were panting too loudly, they would extinguish the song......

However, this singing voice is so distinct, scratching their hearts, gently rubbing their tear ducts.

Like Lu Yifan's sad songs, the warmth is as good as the old and the fragrance is the same.

It is as if a bunch of flowers have bloomed, and the fragrance brought by them wafts far away, burrowing into the nose to make them quiet and pure.

It's like a murmuring song, which makes everyone feel that their bones are light, but they live in that sentimental season, the leaves are slowly falling, and the flowers are blooming quietly outside the sight.

And the three judges below have the same expressions as eating Xiang!

"How could she sing so well!"

"And...... It's still an original song!"

"I'm afraid the strength of this song has already surpassed the moon level, ......right? Do you want to admit it?"

"Admit a fart!

has no strength and no background, she has to listen to everything we say!"

"Yes, we think she sings amateurishly, what can she do with us?"

The three judges discussed in a low voice of resentment.

Just a college student, he actually wants to slap their professional singer in the face!

Who can bear this?

"They're all old

Where are they?

That's what we're like

Each goes to the end of the world

La-la, miss her

La-la, is she still driving

La-......la-

They have been blown away by the wind

Scattered ...... ends of the earth"

The murmuring singing touched the heartstrings of everyone, and some people who wanted to fall in love for the first time actually burst into tears in the soft and slow singing of the la for a while......

The singing of "Those Flowers" is like a dream.

The guitar is the accompaniment to this dream.

Lu Yifan's voice immersed everyone in the dream, soft, soothing, sweet, the sunset is flying, the mist is steaming, everything is so beautiful, but it is so easy to turn into fragile foam.

Lalalala...... Our flowers, the girls we once loved, they were married to merchant women, they were scattered all over the world, they were blown away by the wind, they were blown away from our sight......

After all, one day, they will go to the end of the world.

Some of the fourth-year students at the scene cried particularly hard.

From the reality of the freshman year, to the death and resurrection of love in the next few years, to the graduation and job search in the senior year, and had to choose to break up.

It is said that love is everything, but before the reality had time to show his cruelty, love was directly crushed!

Maybe the good memories can only be like Lu Yifan's singing, gone away with the wind......

"Some stories are not yet told

Then forget it

Those moods in the years

It's hard to tell the real from the fake

Now it's overgrown with weeds

There are no more flowers

Fortunately, I once had your spring, autumn, winter and summer ......"

There are many stories that have not yet been told, but what else can be done? Stories without endings are uncomfortable, but can they be continued? In the past years, how many feelings have been there, now it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and even forget many, many things......

When I look back in time, I only see that in the depths of my memory, overgrown with weeds.

How I felt back then, but now that I think about it, is it still like that?

This feeling is broken, and everyone's emotions are like good wine that is slowly fermenting, and in this song that seems to be simmering slowly, it slowly turns into mellow alcohol.

The beautiful figure on the stage, which flickered in the light, also became the best accompaniment to this glass of wine.

(End of chapter)