All the audience at the scene were intoxicated by this pleasant singing, and a faint sadness permeated their hearts, just as the lyrics want to convey, the past has long passed, like the leaves falling in autumn, time takes the past away like the wind, watching the leaves roll on the ground and leave us, and can only stand quietly in place, helpless......

"Babble, babble, wait for the wind to bury her. Babbling, babbling, waiting for the wind to bury her. Babble, babble, we've been on the road. Babble, babble, wait for the wind to bury her......"

Yi Shuihan's voice carried a sense of calmness and calmness, and he used notes to tell his nostalgia for a person, but that person has changed now, as if nothing had happened, but in the middle of the night, it still hurts, but I want to forget that memory, only wait for the wind to bury it.

The audience followed the lyrics and tunes, their moods fluctuated, sometimes tight, sometimes loose, and the lonely notes like wind and raindrops slowly plucked out from Yi Shuihan's fingers.

At the end of the last note, there was still a sad afterglow in the air.

Knowing that the fierce applause rang out, the confusion in the song was swept away.

"That's so good!"

"Sing one more song!"

"Yi Shuihan, I love you!"

The screams from the audience were continuous, and the scene was almost uncontrollable.

Looking at this kind of scene that rarely appears in the audience, Zou Baizhi couldn't help but sigh with the infectious power of Yi Shuihan's songs.

The so-called good songs are like this, they are moving and crazy.

Of course, the audience's demand for another song is of course impossible to achieve, and Zou Baizhi decisively controlled the scene so that the rhythm of the audience returned to her hands.

Although the atmosphere was a little hot, this kind of scene was a breeze for her.

"Thank you Akan for your wonderful singing, it's really amazing!" this is Zou Baizhi's sincere praise and admiration.

Zou Baizhi has heard countless songs, but this song "Let's Listen to the Wind" still moved her very much.

"Thank you. Yi Shuihan smiled in response to her compliment.

"May I ask you under what circumstances you wrote this song?" Zou Baizhi wondered how this twenty-two-year-old could have written such a deeply sentimental song.

The sound of the wind doesn't seem to happen, too many memories, and how to let go of my hand, afraid that you will say, those days when the wind blows, tighten my heart in the middle of the night.

The extremely charming lyrics make Zou Baizhi, an older literary young woman, particularly fond of it.

Of course, Yi Shuihan knew that this song was not made by him, but he also had a deep understanding of this song.

He pondered for a moment and then said: "When I went home that day, along the way, I saw a couple of old people eating noodles at a roadside stall, a man arguing with a woman in a car, a man smoking by the lake, and a girl who was crying while talking on the phone...... For a moment, I felt like I had finished my life, so I wrote this poem "Listen to the Wind", and the memories are like this, the wind has buried it, and occasionally, inadvertently, it blows ......"

Listening to Yi Shuihan's soft voice, Zou Baizhi only felt that the softest part of her heart was touched, and Yi Shuihan's insights, perceptions and attitudes towards life, that kind of calmness and open-mindedness, made her particularly appreciate and admire.

She suddenly remembered that on the train to Kyoto ten years ago, a Mongolian boy sat next to her, and after a lot of chatting, she finally fell asleep too sleepy, and when she woke up, she leaned on his shoulder, and he held his mobile phone and plugged in his headphones, as if he hadn't slept all night. After seeing her, the boy told him that he was going to get off the train at the station, and she said yes. Not leaving contact information is the best thing in Zou Baizhi's opinion, she can still recall the warmth of the beginning rather than the strangeness after getting acquainted......

She barely managed to contain her emotions and said, "That's good...... Maybe only someone with talent and talent like you can write such a song. ”

The audience also responded with the warmest applause, and everyone found their memories of the past in this song.

Happy or sad...... In any case, they all thanked Yi Shuihan for letting them remember the most beautiful and cherished memories.

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"We all know that Akan is not only an actor and singer, but also the owner of a studio!" Zou Baizhi continued with a smile, "There is another special guest today...... Everyone, welcome to the little fairy Chu Yunzhu!"

"Zhao Ling'er!

"Sister Fairy!

"Ling'er, Ling'er!"

The audience burst into enthusiastic cheers.

For Chu Yunzhu, what impressed them the most was her coquettish appearance of shouting "Brother Xiaoyao".

In the cheers of everyone, Chu Yunzhu walked onto the stage with a smile on his face.

White and delicate cheeks, clear and dark eyes, delicate and small nose, crystal clear thin lips, long eyelashes slowly fanning, and a little shyness in the eyes......

This is the first time that Chu Yunzhu has faced so many people since her comeback, she seems to feel a little shy, a touch of blush covers her cheeks in an instant, her bright eyes are shining clearly, her small nose wings, and her slightly pale lips are so thin that it makes people feel pity.

It wasn't until she saw Yi Shuihan's calm and warm eyes that she gradually calmed down, and even she didn't understand why she suddenly popped out of the sentence "Brother Yao".

Perhaps in her heart, Yi Shuihan is really like her carefree brother who protects and supports herself.

"Ling'er!" Yi Shuihan seemed to be awakened by Chu Yunzhu's carefree brother, and looked at her affectionately and said.

The screams and cheers from the scene almost pierced the eardrums.

Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling'er are almost indelible characters in their minds.

At this time, seeing Yi Shuihan and Chu Yunzhu appear together again, and then hearing Zhao Ling'er's soft Xiaoyao brother, Li Xiaoyao's Ling'er, scenes appeared in their minds, making them almost go crazy with excitement.

Do they remember the scene when they saw Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling'er crying when they parted from life and death on TV.

At this time, seeing Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Ling'er reappearing, as if some kind of long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, there was an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

This is also Yi Shuihan's original intention of letting Chu Yunzhu come to this show together.

When Chu Yunzhu finished filming the role of Zhao Ling'er, Yi Shuihan asked her to go back to school to continue her studies, which was the best choice at that time.

But she has not appeared in the public eye for more than a year, and her popularity and fame have almost disappeared.

This time I came to record such a show to awaken everyone's impression of her and prepare for her next play.

"Thank you Xiaozhu for being invited to our show!" Zou Baizhi waited for the scene to calm down a little before stepping forward and said.

"Hello Sister Bai Zhi!" Chu Yunzhu asked in a regular manner, and the cute little appearance suddenly made Zou Baizhi like it.

Zou Baizhi has read countless people, she can easily see through who is disguised and who is real, Chu Yunzhu has no disguise, and her innocent appearance makes her like it very much.

"Come, come and sit, now is the time for you to apply for the boss, if you have any grievances, tell your sister, and your sister will give you a head!" Zou Baizhi held Chu Yunzhu's hand and said with a smile.

"No, my boss ...... me very well," Chu Yunzhu said softly.

Four hours passed, and the show gradually came to an end......

(End of chapter)