Chapter 105: Grief
Bao Shiyi knew that he couldn't cry, absolutely not cry, and now was not the time to blame the neurotic system.
"Psycho, don't pretend to be a dead body for me, hurry, hurry up and get it done for me, or I will let you die an ugly death before I die. β
Now there are eleven people on the stage.
The scene caused quite a stir in an instant.
Just like the chief director Jin Shi said, Bao Shiyi's argumentation is not high, there are many people who know Bao Shiyi, know that Bao Shiyi has acted and written, but they don't know much about singing.
Many people don't know Bao Shiyi singing, or they don't know the teenagers on stage at all.
They're just talking, laughing,
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Looking at the funny look of the audience in the audience, Bao Shiyi was crazy in his heart-
Laugh, laugh fart!
Looking at the staff of the program team again, as well as the sluggish expression of the band, Bao Shiyi calmly patted the microphone, and then continued to open his mouth into the microphone-
"Ah......hh OOοΌeeοΌiiβ¦β¦β
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"Hey, hey, hey, the microphone is fine. β
"Bang bang!"
Bao Shiyi patted the microphone, auditioned, and then calmly turned his head, looked at the staff in the audience, nodded and said, "I tried the microphone, no problem." β
And thenβ
Make an OK gesture.
Get ready to start over.
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The staff of the program team in the audience broke out in a cold sweat.
OK, you ghost!
thought that you were shortlisted for the Golden Film Award for Best Supporting Actor, and you are an acting school.
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"Haha, this is the first time we've been on the show, and it seems that he's still a little nervous. β
The host on the side, Chang Qingge, twitched the corners of his mouth, and when he saw the accident, as a professional host, he naturally couldn't let the atmosphere go on embarrassingly, so he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Eleven, don't be nervous." β
"Come on, come on, let's all come to encourage Eleven, this is the youngest contestant in our program group, people who know Eleven, I believe they have all read Eleven's writing, so now let's listen to Eleven's singing. β
Hearing what the host said, the staff of the program team quickly reacted and restarted the program recording.
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The director of the scene commanded again, and the audience began to applaud dutifully, cheering for Bao Shiyi, the youngest player.
Over and over again, the audience shouted, "Come on, come on!"
That voice sounded like a die-hard fan of Bao Eleven.
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"Ahem. β
Bao Shiyi coughed a few times, let his throat move, and heard the heart-rending cheers of the audience, and couldn't help but praise in his heart.
It must be suggested that the on-site director add a chicken leg to these audience's box lunches.
Before adding the chicken legs, you should deduct yours first.
This is the crazy idea of the director team now, what the hell!
Who is this player who found it, as soon as he officially recorded it, he had a problem, and his voice broke and he had a car accident.
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After the cheers of the audience, the scene fell silent and Bao Eleven's singing resumed.
The audience, as well as the judges, are waiting for the song Bao Eleven.
What kind of song will it be, everyone is looking forward to it, and they are also very puzzled.
This opening caused a car accident, and such a song can be on the stage.
Is there a background to this, or is there a backstage?
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Gorgeous lights fell, quieted down, quiet.
Bao Shiyi stood on the stage, standing alone under the light, the whole person seemed so cold and lonely.
Once again, a soothing piano sounded, the piano sound swept like cold water, and slowly, a moving melody sounded in everyone's ears.
Bao Shiyi closed his eyes again, and said viciously to the system in his mind: "Neurotic, if you trick me again, the two of us will die on this stage today." β
"Come on, hurt each other, who's afraid of whom!"
"The big deal is death. β
The system was very cowardly, and said weakly: "Don't worry, rest assured, it won't happen this time, there will definitely be no more accidents." β
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At the end of the last note, the melody is full of longing, the sound of piano accompaniment is slow, and the smell of longing spreads.
The gentle and touching melody begins like that, blooming like a snow lotus on an iceberg.
The young man on the stage opened his eyes, his eyes were confused, sad, desperate, painful and stubborn.
The eyes were misty, but they were so sad.
Who are you missing?
Who's missing?
Then, with eleven mouths, he sangβ
"Ahhh......h
Different from the unexpected broken sound in the front, such a clear and clean voice that has not been repaired and processed instantly relieved the on-site staff.
As soon as the clean, immature voice came out, like the tinkling of spring water in the mountains, it was clear and clean, and it instantly captured the hearts of many audiences.
"The stars in the sky do not speak. β
"The doll on the ground misses Mommy. β
"The eyes of heaven blinked. β
"Mother's heart...... Lu Binghua. β
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It's really different, the feelings that the audience wants to brew, when Bao Shiyi opened his mouth, he heard Bao Shiyi's voice, and for some reason he really felt a sense of sadness.
The beam of light hit Bao Eleven's thin body, silently.
The young man stood on the stage, his eyes were blurred, sad, desperate, painful and stubborn, and he was immersed in it unconsciously.
The huge stage seems empty at the moment, only thoughts are spreading, and sorrow is crying.
The young man's clear voice was heartbroken, with endless longing.
Flying like Lu Binghua, shattered, and fluttered one after another, floating all over the recording site.
"The tea plantations in my hometown are full of flowers. β
"Mom's heart is at the end of the world. β
"Night after night, I thought of my mother's words. β
"Glittering tears Lu Binghua. β
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It's like this directly opens with a chorus, which can be said to be instantaneous, and the audience is silent in an instant, except for a teenager, a lonely teenager standing on the stage and singing.
Missing, weeping, and heartache.
The music arrangement is very plain, there is no climax, it seems to be so quiet and peaceful, like a child telling grievances and thoughts, telling his heart.
In the song, the piano and violin are used as the main instruments, and the addition of the violin makes the whole song slowly soften, which is soft with delicate sadness.
"When you have prosperity in your hands. β
"But the mood became barren. β
Only then did I realize that everything in the world would change. β
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"When youth is left in the diary. β
"Uss is about to turn gray. β
"The only thing that hasn't changed is the song. β
"Sing back and forth in my heart. β
The young man's clear singing voice is still the same, the loneliness is still the same, and the longing is still the same.
That longing unfolded in the song, slowly accumulating, bit by bit. Music, like love, can always be found in the most ordinary of life.
It seems that in Bao Shiyi's clean and immature singing, the abstract and concrete existence of "missing" directly makes people fall into the affectionate longing for their mother and the sad and sad emotions.
It's a night of thought, a thought that will shed tears.
The stars in the sky can't speak, but the dolls on the ground cry and miss.
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This is a song sung by Bao Shiyi with his heart, a work from the heart, which only tells the original thoughts and touches in his heart.
Bao Shiyi's clear and far-reaching voice, sad and touching long notes and low turning short notes are freely retracted in the unique voice of the teenager, and he sings perfectly and attentively.
It's really a heart-wrenching voice, a fragile song.
It's a song, a teenager's thoughts.
It's a heartbreak, heartbreak, heartache grief.
"Ahh......hh
"Night after night, I thought of my mother's words. β
"Glittering tears Lu Binghua. β
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Singing, singing, for some reason, Bao Eleven's idea of not letting tears fall finally broke.
Tears began to glisten in his eyes,
He also began to miss.
Although he didn't know who to miss, he felt an indescribable heartache in his heart.
He's Bao Eleven, he's an orphan, he's born with six fingers, so should he cry?
Mom, what a familiar and unfamiliar word.
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"Ahh......hh
"Night after night, I thought of my mother's words. β
"Glittering Tears ......"
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The singing voice was so gripping, gently, slowly, it touched the hearts of every audience and every staff member.
Moving, feeling in the heart, can be moving.
The audience listened to Bao Shiyi's extremely sad thoughts, and in the young man's clear and almost childish singing, they were deeply moved by this song, and there were scars and thoughts in their hearts.
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The crisp voice, the singing voice that was clean to the extreme, like a slender knife, quietly cut the hearts of some people.
Only when you hurt can you hurt.
And thenβ
The circles under his eyes were red, and tears fell.