"Let's have the last contestant, Xin Yi"

The host's voice was still very inflammatory, but there was no applause at the scene.

Even when Xin Yi stood on the stage, there was still silence.

Xin Yi's heart jumped suddenly.

"How so?"

Tan Yuyan was also stunned.

Wasn't Xin Yi still very popular with everyone in the last game?

Why did they all suddenly fall silent?

Only the director stood on the high platform and looked at Xin Yi with pity.

It turned out that for the sake of the effect of the show, the director took the initiative to replace the equipment with the top equipment, but there was a gap in the cost, because the supplier suddenly raised the price at the originally agreed price, and the original equipment had been packaged and shipped away and could not be recalled.

It was in this situation that Tianyu Entertainment took the initiative to find him and proposed that the sponsor could increase the sponsorship, and the conditions were very simple, that is, 800 tickets for the competition, that is, 80% of the audience seats in the semifinals.

Originally, the director was already desperate, you know, replacing the equipment without permission was not too big a problem, but because of this, the program was suspended and affected the reputation of CCTV, which was bound to be fired.

The director didn't want to be fired, he also had an extremely ambitious goal, that is, to direct the Spring Festival Gala, so he decisively agreed to Tianyu Entertainment's request.

At most, the audience is not their fans, as long as they can impress the judges, they can still be promoted.

The director comforted himself, but when he saw Xin Yi on stage, there was only a sparse applause, and he was still very guilty.

Looking around, Xin Yi finally knew what was wrong.

It turned out that there were only a few of his light signs in the audience of 1,000 spectators.

You must know that in the last game, almost half of the audience was his fans, and there were countless light sticks, light signs, etc.

"Did you make a move?"

Xin Yi thought.

But what am I afraid of?

Xin Yi smiled.

The judges found out, the audience found out, and the director who has been paying attention to Xin Yi naturally found out.

When the whole audience was someone else's fan, he was still laughing.

There was silence.

The lights slowly dimmed.

What if you are banned, what if you are excluded.

Even if no one in the audience is a fan of mine, so whatever, I'm going to sing my own songs.

Xin Yi touched and lowered his head.

Pluck your guitar.

"The 1984 crop is not yet finished"

"My son is lying in my arms and sleeping so sweetly"

"I don't have time to watch tonight's open-air movie"

"My wife reminds me to fix the pedal of the sewing machine"

Before Xin Yi sang, the judges thought of many possibilities.

But I didn't think of it.

"What is this?"

"Why does it sound so much like a diary?"

"Did you have nothing to write about, so you changed your diary to a song?"

A singing decline.

The judges looked at each other.

It seems that Xin Yi is in danger this time.

But Xin Yi did not have this awareness, but took a few steps towards the stage.

"Tomorrow I'm going to get home and borrow some more money"

"The child cried all day and was clamoring for cookies"

Some people began to smile, as if they were imagining their children in their arms and trying to eat cookies.

The camera quickly slid over and gave a close-up.

"The blue polyester card top hurts and drills into the heart"

"Squatting on the edge of the pond and punching myself twice"

The crowd fell silent.

As Xin Yi sang slowly, they seemed to see a father, unable to fulfill his child's simple wishes, squatting by the pond and beating himself severely.

Maybe he thinks he's a failed father, but there must be people on the scene who don't think so.

They will think that this father is helpless.

What father hasn't been so helpless?

"It's his style. ”

Many viewers in front of the TV were also red-eyed.

Xin Yi's songs have such a charm that they can easily bring people into the scenes they have constructed.

"This is the text from my father's diary"

"This is a prose poem left behind by his youth"

"Years later, I watched and burst into tears"

"My father is as old as a shadow"

This lyrics!

At this moment, Jay Chou couldn't calm down anymore.

Li Jian's face also changed slightly.

Xie Tingfeng unconsciously sat upright, and the vocal teacher had already closed his eyes and listened carefully to Xin Yi's singing.

The audience didn't dare to breathe even more, for fear of destroying Xin Yi's singing state.

"The harvest in 1994 has already been completed"

"My old mother passed away last year"

"My son ran into the school in a white shirt"

"But he's lost a lot of weight recently."

"Damn. ”

Suddenly, an audience member shouted.

"1984, 1994, there is still a chronological order for this!"

With his voice, many people at the scene also found out.

"yes, it's still in chronological order. ”

"It's like two stories. ”

"No, it's just different time periods for the same person. ”

Someone quickly retorted to him.

But more viewers did close their eyes and listen.

The lyrics are so realistic, these images seem to be happening right in front of you, lingering.

"Think about the future, I'll be a pile of old paper money"

"At that time, the son was a real man"

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

"I hope they don't live so hard"

This lyrics!

Li Jian suddenly sniffed hard, and everyone looked sideways, only to find that his eyes were full of tears at some point.

Many viewers also realized at this time that tears slipped down their cheeks and couldn't wipe them off.

"I take back what I just said. ”

A spectator snorted as he spoke.

"This song is so touching. ”

"My dad was like that, and he gave up his job for me. ”

"The greatest thing in the world is fatherly love. ”

Jay Chou also began to cry at this moment, but he was not thinking about his father, but about his mother.

For so many years, his mother has been like a father, earning money to support the family and provide for him to study, which is really too hard.

Presumably you're also trying to keep me from having such a hard time!

"This is the text from my father's diary"

"This is a prose poem left behind by his youth"

"Years later, I watched and burst into tears"

"My father is as old as an old newspaper"

Old as a shadow, like an old newspaper!

These words are like a knife that goes straight to the heart of the audience.

A young girl in the front row burst into tears.

"I found out that my dad was really old. ”

She sobbed and said to her friends,

"When he came back alone from the station that day, his figure really looked like a newspaper. ”

The audience was teary-eyed.

One audience after another burst into tears at the song.

"Why do you keep crying when you listen to his songs? ”

A teenager asked his father,

"Because his songs are always so striking. ”