Tang Zhi had no time to talk to Qian Dachao, clicked into Jiang Dongliu's singer's homepage, and paid close attention to Jiang Dongliu's fans.

After lifting a large word board, Jiang Dongliu's number of fans quietly broke the egg.

There are three fans who were attracted by Jiang Dongliu's teasing behavior and paid attention to Jiang Dongliu.

Fortunately, all three fans are ordinary fans, and one of them is a paid VIP fan.

They don't have the scout certification logo after their username.

Tang Zhi's tense nerves couldn't relax, and he was still praying silently in his heart.

in the main live broadcast room.

The title and lyrics of "Horses and Horses Riding Dudu" that Jiang Dongliu wants to sing have been typed into the lyrics column.

Many viewers lost their interest in listening to the song when they saw this childish song title and childish lyrics.

Some fans who like to find a sense of existence on the Internet directly played a barrage of singing decline, pouring cold water on Jiangdong.

But there are also many fans who feel that the scene written in this song is so familiar and has a very childhood feeling, and they unconsciously read it in the local dialect.

The staff of the Mawangdui Singers Club saw Jiang Dongliu, an underworld boss singing nursery rhymes with great contrasts, and they all felt that Lao Su's victory was more stable.

The female vice president smoked a cigarette and looked contemptuous: "This hooligan pretends to be a powerful person, but he sings nursery rhymes, or he wrote it himself, so I'll hehe." ”

Su Yuncheng also felt that he had a chance to win, and commented: "Singing nursery rhymes is the most unconfident performance, this hooligan is estimated to have no level, and he is just here to make a splash." ”

The fat-headed and fat-brained boy put the box of cigarettes he had just opened on the table, and said arrogantly: "I am a good talker, he must be able to sing, I will eat this box of cigarettes, and there will be no one left! Whoever is left is the grandson...... Ouch, he's pretty good at playing the guitar. ”

In the clamor of the fat boy, Jiang Dongliu, who started playing in the live broadcast room, has already shown the magnanimity of the master.

The seemingly ordinary fingers, slowly plucking the strings, imitating the fingering of the old silk strings, unfolded a warm childhood picture in front of everyone.

As soon as Jiang Dongliu's piano was played, all the staff of Mawangdui stopped talking.

Insiders look at the doorway.

Although it was only a few fingers, they could all see that this rogue uncle was not here to play around.

The three professional judges, who were bored, were also aroused to appreciate the chord performance of Jiang Dongliu.

The three of them glanced at the lyrics column in unison.

After confirming that this was an original work, they waited with more intense interest for Jiang Dongliu to open his mouth to sing, but they wanted to hear what level of singing this hooligan who had been holding up a sign for a long time like a dumb man was.

Qian Dachao, Tang Zhi and the others were all caught by Jiang Dongliu's music at this time, holding their breath, waiting for Jiang Dongliu to open his voice.

They are more or less praying in their hearts, hoping that this singer will not mess around on such a serious occasion and never sing indiscriminately, otherwise he will be judged by the professional judges to wear small shoes.

Jiang Dongliu entered the top performance state loaded to him by the system at this time.

I have a warm memory of playing at my grandfather's house as a child.

The corners of his mouth showed a nostalgic smile like rejuvenation.

With endless longing, he sang softly:

"Horses and horses ride ~

Ride to Naquac~

Quack doesn't kill chickens~

Doll, I want to go back~

Quack doesn't kill geese~

Doll, I'm going to cross the river~

Quack Quack Quack Gong Thanai I can't help it~

……”

is different from Fan Fan's youthful and innocent natural children's voice, Jiang Dongliu's opening, accompanied by a warm slow chord sound, is like a warm male uncle telling people a beautiful childhood past, not in a hurry, slowly.

His mature and magnetic singing voice is not like a childhood brush painting naughtily, but more like a calligraphy and painting master embellishing the beautiful childhood memories that have passed away with ink.

There is a hint of soft sadness in the warmth, gently knocking on the doors of childhood locked in people's hearts, and all that comes out are everyone's beautiful memories of the lost childhood.

Local fans in Xiangbei heard the mellow nursery rhyme of Jiangdongliu, their hearts were about to be melted, although Jiangdongliu's singing revealed a few traces of adults' sadness about the past childhood, but the soothing in their hearts was full of warm and soft care like relatives.

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly became less, and most of the audience were touched by the warm singing voice of Jiang Dongliu and his hooligan image, which contrasted greatly, like an electric shock, and entered the listening state wholeheartedly.

Some elderly people know Jiang Dongliu's singing better, and the warm currents about family affection buried deep in their hearts are quietly moistened, and under mixed feelings, they all smile heartily.

Qian Dachao's mouth spread with the fragrance of fried stinky tofu, but his eyes were unconsciously reddened.

He is a very emotional rough man, thick and fine, and he is easily moved by the song that touches the heart.

Jiang Dongliu's "unusual" singing shocked Qian Dachao, Tang Zhi and others.

They had heard the song of Jiangdong's bright sword, the kind of oppressive sky-splitting high-pitched voice, like lightning, which could instantly hit people's hearts, and unstoppably tear everyone's hearts.

But at this time, Jiang Dongliu didn't throw off his arms and sing, but just held a folk piano and sang slowly.

It's like telling your own story, without adding any so-called singing skills, and the natural cheek raiser mix is also inadvertently weakened, and there is no reckless air like a big sword.

But this is how it slowly tells the past of childhood, stepping on the rhythm of people's heartstrings, meandering like a small river reflecting the sunset, slowly infiltrating everyone's heart.

Let people immerse themselves in it silently, and the aftertaste is endless.

"Horses and horses are riding toot~

Ride to Naquac~

Quack doesn't kill chickens~

Doll, I want to go back~

Quack doesn't kill geese~

Ga Gong took me on a motorcycle~

Quack Quack Quack Gong Thanai I can't help it~

……”

Jiang Dongliu sang the same ballad repeatedly, but what was hooked out of the hearts of the people listening was a layer of warm feelings.

Jiang Dongliu sang these two short paragraphs, and the staff in the Mawangdui Singers Club were all dumbfounded.

The female vice president almost didn't get burned by the burned cigarette butt.

The sudden rise in temperature between her fingers made her withdraw from the warm river-like singing of Jiangdongliu.

Pushing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, she sighed in a wordless voice: "This rascal...... It's okay to sing. ”

Several other staff members secretly glanced at the female vice president and did not dare to speak.

But there seems to be a sentence in their eyes: This is not only possible, it is very powerful!

The fat-headed and fat-brained kid silently put the standing cigarette case back in his pocket, and with a cold sweat on his back, he didn't dare to shout and swear anymore.

Su Yuncheng, who was originally sitting still, began to shake his legs unnaturally, and his anxiety was overflowing.

He didn't want to admit that Jiang Dongliu sang well, and wanted to find fault with Jiang Dongliu from various tricky angles.

Jiang Dongliu's singing voice was like a small river that could not be stopped by quicksand, slowly penetrating into every pore of Su Yuncheng.

In the end, let him give up all resistance like a surrender, and shouted in his heart: What a great singer!

Then I felt nostalgic for my lost childhood with the ballad of Jiang Dongliu.