On the stage of The Voice, there will always be a swivel chair turning, and a mentor will ask, "What is your dream?"

It may seem like a nonsense, why not sing, but each contestant will have their own story through this question.

Some players burst into tears, some spoke flat, some spoke shyly, and some were shy.

But no matter what the story they are arranged by the director team is, their singing skills are at least much better than ordinary people.

Zhang Xiaojian was asked by Bai Yang what your dream is, but his singing skills are estimated to be eight streets worse than ordinary people, so Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong are ready to kill Zhang Xiaojian's dream, because it is too nonsense.

However, Zhang Xiaojian seemed to be even more aroused after being beaten, and he played and sang in the ward for a morning.

So, when the nurse came to change the dressing, Poplar raised his hand: "Sister, I want to be discharged!"

Gao Qingsong covered his heart: "Nurse, I want to recheck, I feel that there is something wrong with my heart." ”

Zhang Xiaojian looked up to the sky and sighed: "Can you respect my dream." ”

So, Gao Qingsong, who didn't have his turn to change the dressing, asked a very philosophical question: "What is the dream?"

Poplar 'ouch' and asked the nurse, "Sister, what is your dream?"

The little nurse replied, "My dream is that you don't talk nonsense when you change your dressing." ”

Topol: "......"

In order to cheer himself up, Zhang Xiaojian raised his arms and said: "My dream is to sing, no matter what you say, I will stick to it!"

Gao Qingsong pursed his lips and actually said: "What needs to be insisted on is not a dream, if it is really a dream, you don't feel the need to insist on it at all, you will enjoy it, you will naturally do this thing, and even this thing is your life." ”

Bai Yang and the little nurse looked at Gao Qingsong together, and the ward was a little quiet for a while.

Zhang Xiaojian was also stunned, he was indeed an ordinary person, without Gao Qingsong's deep understanding of the word dream, as soon as he heard Gao Qingsong say this, he pretended to hold a microphone in the void, and put the interview on Gao Qingsong's mouth: "Brother Qingsong, please tell your story." ”

Gao Qingsong raised the corners of his eyes, which were still a little swollen: "Coincidentally, my dream is also music." ”

“............”

Bai Yang hurriedly said: "Don't, do we want to change our dreams?"

Gao Qingsong pushed away Zhang Xiaojian's microphone and said, "Give me the guitar." ”

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened, thinking to himself, can you really be a musician, and then gave his one hundred and twenty-five broken guitar to Gao Qingsong.

Not to mention, Gao Qingsong seemed to change people immediately as soon as he took the guitar, which was quite strategic.

With a sweep of the strings, Gao Qingsong's flexible fingers began to pluck, if it weren't for the appearance of a blue nose and swollen face, he was really happy, and his piano sound was higher than Zhang Xiaojian.

It is still the song "Those Flowers" that seems to be a must-learn for beginners on the guitar, but after Gao Qingsong sang it, the ward fell into complete silence.

This song has an indescribable magic, Pu Shu's singing voice will remind some listeners of youth, some will think of their once wounded hearts, and many people will feel indescribably uncomfortable when they listen to it.

Gao Qingsong's singing voice is very relaxed and relieved, but after this relief reaches a certain extreme, it will make people feel more painful.

It seems that he pretended to be very relieved, but he still couldn't let go of his original dream, but he had to let go.

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned, the poplar turned into an aspen tree again, and even the little nurse's small mouth turned into an 'O' shape, looking at Gao Qingsong's gaze was already a little different.

When he finished singing, the three of them began to applaud.

Zhang Xiaojian used to be poor, and he didn't meet any particularly good singers in his life, and he never went to a star's concert.

Now he finally knows that he may be more than a thousand green pine trees away from Gao Qingpine, and people sing 10,000 times better than him.

Poplar gave a thumbs up: "Good, good, so good." ”

The little nurse didn't speak, but when she changed Gao Qingsong's dressing next, her movements were much softer, as if she saw Gao Qingsong's pig's head still unable to hide his talent releasing brilliance.

So Gao Qingsong arrogantly raised the pig's head and said, "It's okay." ”

"It's not okay, it's too good. Zhang Xiaojian applauded and sat beside Gao Qingsong's bed: "Why don't you teach me, so that I can complete my dream?"

Gao Qingsong had a black line: "Shouldn't you give up your dream now?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head and said something inconsequential: "I don't want angina for an hour." ”

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It turns out that talent is still very important for art practitioners.

Although Gao Qingsong taught Zhang Xiaojian for an afternoon, Zhang Xiaojian's singing skills still did not improve in the slightest, as for the level of playing the guitar, it seems that he has improved a little more than before after playing for a day, at least he will not always make mistakes.

There was no way to be sharpened by Zhang Xiaojian, Gao Qingsong made a phone call, and he actually called the owner of the singing bar.

After putting down the phone, Gao Qingsong said: "He can't let you sing at your level." ”

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I have a way to let him keep me to sing!"

Gao Qingsong rolled his eyes, knowing that Zhang Xiaojian might be throwing money away, but why bother?

"Oh yes, what's the name of the owner of the singing bar, and what do I call him when I see him in a moment?"

Gao Qingsong replied: "His surname is Shi, and his single name is in." ”

"Hard?"

"Poof. "Topol...

"Okay, then I'll go, Mozhu and they will come in a while, don't tell them what I'm going to do. ”

Gao Qingsong rolled his eyes again: "Do you still know that you are afraid of being embarrassed?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't answer, and ran away with his broken guitar.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, the singing bar had not yet opened.

Zhang Xiaojian, who was carrying a broken guitar on his back but driving a Lamborghini, walked in, looked left and right, and first saw the good resident singer girl who sang last time.

The girl was also impressed by Zhang Xiaojian, and immediately greeted her: "Brother, our bar is not open yet, I'll leave you a card counter in a while?"

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand: "I'm here to apply for a residency singer." ”

"Huh?" The girl was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, knowing that this was a rich boy, probably wanting to have fun, and hurriedly led him into the backstage.

Backstage sounds, wiring, and various instruments look cluttered.

A few familiar musicians were tidying up, and Brother Shi Jin, who was the boss, was sitting on the bench and talking about something.

As soon as Zhang Xiaojian came in, Shi Jin greeted him: "Qingsong's friend?"

Zhang Xiaojian immediately replied: "Well, hello Boss Shi." ”

The two shook hands, and then Shi Jin first asked Zhang Xiaojian to sit down and asked, "Do you want to come here to sing?"

"Yes. ”

"I can trust the level of Qingsong's friends, how much do you want to get in one game?"

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned, he didn't expect Gao Qingsong to be so face-to-face, but thinking of his own level, he had to be embarrassed and said: "I don't take money, I have to give you money..." ”

Shi Jin was stunned, and the resident singer didn't know why, a few musicians over there stopped their work and looked at Zhang Xiaojian, are you here to smash our resident singing field?