A big stage of 100,000 people.

Yi Shuihan was wearing a simple blue and white striped suit, and under the focus of the light and eyes, he looked handsome.

The sound of the entire stadium gradually disappeared, and it seemed that it was also waiting for Yi Shuihan's opening.

Yi Shuihan gestured to the band teacher, the cello and violin sounded in unison, and the beautiful prelude poured out like flowing water.

The playing clarinet is like the waves of the moon on the sea, empty, lonely, and dignified.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, filled with the dazzling light, which gilded his angular and cold cheeks with a warm sheen.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and the smile on his face seemed to make the sun suddenly break through the darkness from the clouds and shine into everyone's hearts at once, gentle and calm.

Looking at Yi Shuihan's warm smile on the big screen, every audience couldn't help but want to know what he was thinking at this time.

It must be a very warm and warm picture......

"When you're old and sleepy

When you're old, you can't walk anymore

Warm up by the fire and reminisce about youth ......"

Yi Shuihan's singing voice is slightly like a whisper, warm as a cold winter fire, soft as freshly bleached silk, like a vicissitudes and warm river of years, with the baptism of the years.

In the audience, some of the audience were casually or chattering and laughing, and when they heard this gentle singing, they all instantly quieted down, staring at the big screen with serious expressions, and listening quietly.

When everything was silent, Yi Shui was cold, and the singing was like a river gradually converging, flowing into the minds of every audience at once, and the notes built such a moving picture in an instant.

The beloved Shaohua is gone, the sideburns are white, and he gradually becomes sleepy.

She sat wearily in front of the fire, and the light in front of her gradually transformed into a picture, which was all her past......

This is really too graphic, and it makes all the audience have a sense of tremor that stands on end.

"How many people have loved the joyful hours of your youth, and loved your beauty, falsehood or sincerity.

There is only one who still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face......"

Yi Shuihan lightly covered his chest and sang "wrinkles", distressed and reluctant, and wrote it on his face at this time.

His singing voice is sincere, sad but not sad, clear, quiet, warm, fresh and far-reaching like Chinese ink landscapes, elegant and sparse, lonely but not lonely, ethereal and not blank.

As Yi Shuihan sang, the picture of the song in each mind became more and more three-dimensional and moving, which was their own story.

Who doesn't have a few sad love pasts, and who hasn't thought about what it will be like to grow old with their beloved.

The one in the front row, who used to talk with the girl he liked, talked about what happens when we get old, and she said that she would make him a cup of tea and sit next to me, basking in the sun while reminiscing about his youth, until he saw the afterglow of the sunset, but now it has been eight years, and the sky is different.

It took two years to fall in love with that girl, and eight years later, he sat here listening to the concert and he hadn't completely forgotten her......

The couple in the back row, their hands clasped together...... They are high school classmates, they have been together for 12 years unknowingly, they got married ten years ago, and now their son is eight years old, as time grows, they love each other more and more, and love this family more and more......

Jiang Xiaolou, who was resting on the side of the stage, looked at Yi Shuihan, who was singing with his head bowed in the center of the stage, and the emotion in his heart was indescribable.

This is not the first time he has heard Yi Shuihan's song, but every time he listens to it, he can trigger a shock in his heart.

His pre-nasal pronunciation seems to have a metallic crispness and rigidity, which sounds amazing and beautiful, sleepy and "drowsy", reminiscing about "youth", happy time "hour", false or true "heart......

Especially the last "heart", the slightly raised tone, as if it has its own echo, with its own reverberation, whether it is from the control of the breath, or the consideration of the words, he has definitely put a lot of effort.

Whether it is writing or singing, Jiang Xiaolou thinks that Yi Shuihan is a well-deserved genius!

The violin blends the melody of La Vie en Roses into the original rhythm, sparkling and rippling.

Yi Shuihan stood up and took advantage of the situation to gently twist his body a few times. Then gently beat the clap with your right hand, doing the command, naturally, refreshing, not sticky, not greasy.

Under the dim light, he couldn't see Yi Shuihan's expression clearly, but he could easily attract everyone's attention.

After this wonderful and beautiful interlude, the favorite part of Jiang Xiaolou and several people finally came.

"I can't keep all the years, but the years keep me.

The fragrance ~ fragrance that has never stayed for me is my spring ~ day ~~"

In the hearts of Jiang Xiaolou and the others, this lyric is the most brilliant essence in their minds.

Especially the two words "fragrant" sung by Yi Shuihan, which are clear, loud, reluctant, and sad.

After seeing the wonderful scenery along the way, I turned back to find that you were no longer around.

You are full of expectations for your tomorrow, but she has never appeared in your tomorrow.

used to hold the executioner, but he did not grow old together, and in the future, he would be on the same page with others, and it would be difficult to settle in the end.

I don't know why, when Yi Shuihan sang here, his heart couldn't stop trembling faintly, and a picture imprinted in his mind emerged.

In the quiet and peaceful mountain village surrounded by mountains, on the path sprinkled with bits of sunshine, short hair fluttering in the wind, clean and clear eyebrows, and delicate and beautiful cheeks......

It was only then that he realized that this scene had never faded in his mind.

Is this his story, or the story of him and the girl in the mountains?

Missing such a girl will become a regret for his life, right?

"How many people have loved the joyful hours of your youth, and loved your beauty, falsehood or sincerity.

Only one person still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles of your old face. ”

Memories flow slowly in the long river of years, blurring once when encountering a turn, and blurring once when encountering a turn.

After turning an unknown number of corners, did she gradually disappear from her memory?

It's not like that, it shouldn't end like this.

"When I'm old, I'm going to be for you

Sing this song of your heart......"

When he's old, he'll still be like a child.

In the sun, in the yard, under the stars, or at some point in life, happily, mischievously, or affectionately sing this to the girl: "There is only one who still loves your pious soul, and loves the wrinkles of your old face." ”

(End of chapter)