After a crisp sound, the whole audience suddenly went dark, and after falling into a moment of panic, people were even more confused about the organizer's arrangement, and they whispered one after another.

After the footsteps disappeared, an ethereal voice sounded, like the rubbing of the leaves of the mountains and forests, and like the Sanskrit sound chanted in the western sky, turning into ripples and spreading in a circle between the singing, hitting the heart.

The people were silenced, and the hall fell silent for a moment, except for the low voices of singing that swirled through the halls. People unconsciously propped up their ears, held their breath, listened carefully, and couldn't help but put their hands together, in a holding form, and dragged them carefully, for fear that the sound would be too brittle, and it would fall.

Another ethereal sound rang out, intertwining with the previous voice, gradually merging together.

The sound was always very low, gentle, like a fragile and fragile object, which would dissipate at the slightest touch. But the voice never dissipated, and kept whispering and hovering around people, and knocking on the hearts of others.

The last note of the song also stopped, and the silence of the venue returned to silence. After a short period of dead silence, the crowd suddenly erupted in thunderous applause, and many people were full of energy, clapping and clapping for a long time, no one was whispering to each other, and the whole venue was surprisingly harmonious.

Most people were addicted to the song for a long time and couldn't extricate themselves, until the sparse applause rang out, and then realized that the singing was over.

They all secretly sighed in their hearts, the beauty and strangeness of this voice, it turns out that there can really be a voice in this world, without any narration and accompaniment, it can easily shake the softest place in people's hearts.

The white light of the stage lit up before the curtain ended, and the lighting engineer came back to his senses and found that the time was much late, so he hurriedly pushed the light button to illuminate the world in front of the children on the stage.

After the children finished singing, their hearts were actually full of uneasiness, because they could not hear, they never knew what the effect of their singing was, let alone what the reaction and evaluation of the people in the audience were.

Before, Zhou Shiyi considered that they were afraid of stage fright, so he specially asked the person in charge to change the lighting, so that they could be in the dark, and they could not see the crowd clearly, so that they could relax and better play their level.

After all, this is the first time they have performed on such a big stage, and it is also the second time they have performed on stage, the previous one was adulterated after all, and the audience was small, how can it be compared with this.

It's not that Xu Zhiye and Chen Fuping are stingy and refuse to give them other opportunities to perform, it's just that Xu Zhiye and Chen Fuping have also traveled around asking questions on weekdays, but they have no connections, and the members of the group sound ridiculous, and they have been sneered at everywhere and touched a lot of nails, which is the first time it has been realized.

People's eyes were suddenly attracted by the figures shrouded in the lights on the stage. They all craned their heads, peering and observing, wondering what the owner of that beautiful voice was.

When the children raised their heads nervously, raised their immature faces and looked at the audience with trembling faces, they were pleasantly surprised to find that people were stunned at first when they saw them, and then many of them stood up excitedly and applauded them eagerly.

Although the children could not hear people's applause, they could see the smiles on people's faces, the palms of their hands, and feel the love they loved.

The children stood on the stage, happy but unnaturally reserved, trying to control their feelings, couldn't help but puff up their chests, all the disguises collapsed at the moment when Yan Qingwan rushed to the stage, everyone jumped down, gathered together and hugged each other, crying together.

Tears of joy. Xu Zhiye and Chen Fuping, who were behind the scenes, also smiled, raised their hands to wipe the tears from the corners of their eyes, and they walked on stage side by side with each other, temporarily adding an additional link to introduce the origin of the choir to people.

The noisy crowd was boiling again, and the strange news of the "52 Hz whale choir" was quickly transmitted in people's mouths, and the video not long ago was also found and specially put up, delivered to a small network cable, and spread around the world at the speed of light.

The Internet has compared their singing voices with real 52 Hz whales, and they have said that they are really the same as 52 Hz whales, they are God's favorite, kissed throats. As soon as I opened my mouth, I was amazed by the time.

Even the entire deaf-mute community, especially the children inside, has received a lot of attention from the world. The way the deaf and mute have always looked at the deaf and mute in the world has also quietly changed, and they have changed from discrimination and inferiority to being treated as equals, and even some of them are faint, and have even developed into a trend of worship.

The door of the Sacred Music Hall was also shaken by the sound of heaven, and several pairs of eyes poked out from the gate, silently watching the newly well-known choir in China, which aroused the thoughts of love.

When Zhou Shiyi learned about Xu Zhiye's current situation and specific situation, he was sitting outside the door of the delivery room, he already knew the direction of the development of things, and also saw its bright future.

"Now, your wish has been fulfilled, stop being polite with me, our deal is over. Zhou Shiyi smiled and sent Xu Zhiye the last message, and after seeing the prompt that the message was successfully sent, he locked the screen, and the screen reflected his face that he didn't know what expression it was.

"Wow wow!" A loud baby cry sounded in the delivery room, and Zhou Shiyi stood up and wanted to rush into the delivery room regardless of the rules.

"I'm sorry, sir, you can't go in now. An elderly nurse walked out of the delivery room, saw Zhou Shiyi's movements, grabbed him quickly, and pulled him back.

"Inside, Ling Wei, the one who gave birth is my wife!" Zhou Shiyi anxiously broke the nurse's hand, the key on her waist kept trembling, and she spoke quickly and quickly, obviously not wanting to entangle with her anymore.

Yesterday afternoon, he was still broadcasting live to Ling Wei, and Ling Wei on the other side of the screen suddenly covered her stomach and screamed, Zhou Shiyi heard Ling Wei's heart-rending cry across the screen.

"Ahh

"Weiwei, hold on! Wait for me!"

Why is this like this, Zhou Shiyi cursed in a low voice, and didn't wait for the performance to end, as soon as he picked up his clothes, he grabbed the door from the nearest place, and drove home with three times and five divided by two, and before he was quite stable, he rushed into the house in a panic, picked up Ling Wei, who was paralyzed on the sofa, and rushed to the hospital at a red light.

When Zhou Shiyi hugged Ling Wei, the amniotic water had broken a lot, and the small half of the sofa was stained with filth inside and out, Ling Wei kept screaming in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled out on her forehead... The legs desperately broke apart, and the gurgling blood kept flowing out of the lower body and dripping to the ground.

It's been almost a day since the amniotic water broke yesterday, and other pregnant women have given birth to two or three... Before Ling Wei moved, Zhou Shiyi looked worriedly into the delivery room, and anxiously shook off the nurse and sat back.