Last week, Zhang Qiyang used a song "Old Chinese Medicine" to make Dong Huan cry and laugh. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This time, Zhang Qiyang said that he wanted to turn her into a young girl with a story, Dong Huan's heart tightened, thinking that Zhang Qiyang was going to come to something evil.

But listening to the guitar melody between Zhang Qiyang's fingers, it became slow and deep, like a night bell ringing in the twilight.

The low strings resonating from the box surface made Dong Huan's swaying mood gradually calm down.

In the live broadcast room, except for Qin Xueyang, who was still eating spicy bean tendons, everyone else put down what they were doing and listened attentively to Zhang Qiyang's touching melody.

The millions of restless viewers on the other end of the video, listening to Zhang Qiyang's deep and story-rich piano music, gradually became calm.

According to the slow beat, Zhang Qiyang's chin moved slightly, closed his eyes, and he slowly sang this simple "Miss Dong"——

“…… Miss Dong, you have never forgotten your smile, even if you are like me, longing for aging......"

“…… Miss Dong, the corners of your mouth are beautiful when they go down, just like the clear water under the Anhe Bridge......"

Most of the audience is still stuck in Zhang Qiyang's exaggerated singing last week.

As soon as Zhang Qiyang opened his voice this time, he was so lonely, deep, magnetic, and even a little sullen, which made everyone refreshed, as if they were reminiscent of the emotion when they listened to "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze" last week.

The melody at the beginning is simple and unpretentious, and Zhang Qiyang's singing voice is deep.

There is no noisy screaming, and there is no affectionate calling.

Just a lonely confession, like telling his own story, has managed to draw everyone's attention to the song.

The casual sliding technique, the slow blank space between the bars, Zhang Qiyang used just the right amount.

Dong Huan felt the charm of folk songs from the sound of Zhang Qiyang's piano at the nearest distance, and her heart was full of intoxication, all written in her bright eyes.

She didn't know if the corners of her mouth were really like the clear water under the Anhe Bridge when the corners of her mouth were down.

But this song sings so beautifully to her.

Just listening to this opening, she is going to fall in love with this awesome ballad.

Zhang Qiyang continued his mental monologue and sang slowly:

“…… Miss Dong, I am also a complex animal, and I keep repeating a sentence in my mouth but in my heart......"

“…… Miss Dong, the night time in the Drum Tower is in a hurry, strangers, please give me a Lanzhou ......"

[There is no harm without contrast.] - Burning flowers and burying love]

Zhang Qiyang sang the second short paragraph, and his brother couldn't hold it back, so he opened an aircraft carrier fleet to cheer for this song.

Dong Huan saw the eye-catching font on the aircraft carrier formation, and he was not full of emotion.

Without comparison, she really doesn't know how weak she is.

Zhang Qiyang's impromptu song "Miss Dong" kicked off several streets for her "Mr. Zhang" at the beginning.

She wrote and sang "Mr. Zhang", adding several exquisite keys, and tried her best to depict Zhang Qiyang's tall and melancholy image in terms of wording.

When she sang it herself, she thought it was quite good, and she felt a sense of accomplishment.

But now that she has heard Zhang Qiyang's unpretentious "Miss Dong", she understands how flashy her song is.

This "Miss Dong", from the perspective of monologue, does not have too much ink on Miss Dong, but it is not difficult to hear from the lonely tone of the unrequited man, this Miss Dong must be a woman with a story with a very literary atmosphere.

The singing voice of this monologue makes people feel the sincerity of the singer, not the kind of flattery she sings.

That's right, now that I think about it, what she just sang was clearly showing off and flattering.

Far from being like Zhang Qiyang, he is singing with his heart.

This is the essence of the ballad.

There is no harm in burying Brother Ai's sentence without comparison, and the evaluation is too appropriate.

Dong Huan continued to listen to the back with the mentality of kneeling down to submission.

Later, Zhang Qiyang sang more excitingly, slowly expanding his vocal range, and sang in an affectionate voice that did not explode:

“…… So none of that may be true, Miss Dong, you're not a female classmate without a story......"

“…… Falling in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland at home, this makes me feel desperate, Miss Dong ......"

-- The sentence "I fell in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland at home" made Zhang Qiyang feel desperate in the singing.

But it made the hearts of countless listeners resonate with warmth.

This song, with both helpless love confusion and a melancholy and lonely feeling, is implicit in the melody, which instantly hits the weakness of many people and makes people have an emotional resonance of a broken wall.

Even Jiao Shuangxi, who was extremely disgusted with the gun master, heard this song, and his stinky heart became a little soft.

At that moment, Jiao Shuangxi seemed to hear his own heart.

For him, isn't the cheerful and free Huan Ye just such a wild horse longing for the grassland.

But tragically, he doesn't have the steppe that wild horses crave at home.

Zhang Qiyang continued to play backwards and sing.

More and more people were conquered by his lonely confessions.

“…… Miss Dong, you put out the cigarette and talked about the past, you said that the first half of your life will be like this, and there will be tomorrow......"

“…… Miss Dong, do you know that I said goodbye enough, and finally lost sleep on a May morning......"

“…… So none of that may be true, Miss Dong, you're not a female classmate without a story......"

“…… Falling in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland at home, this makes me feel desperate, Miss Dong ......"

It is no accident that Song Dongye's "Miss Dong" can become popular all over the country.

The song has a simple melody and is extremely easy to spread.

Let's say it's simple, it's not as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

There is also a little lyricism and depth in the song, which makes it easy to catch people.

This kind of independent folk song of temperament can be dedicated to the spare tire of vicissitudes of life, or it can be dedicated to the wandering goddess, which is most suitable for the current mentality of people who are really lonely or pseudo-vicissitudes and pseudo-loneliness.

The new plane where Zhang Qiyang is now located, except for some important figures who have changed, all aspects of the social form are no different from the previous life.

The hearts of the general public who yearn for tranquility in impetuousness are no different from the previous life.

So, when Zhang Qiyang sang this song with the most vicissitudes of life since coming to this plane, the hearts of countless people who listened were touched by his deep singing.

This song was sung from Zhang Qiyang's mouth, like a ball of sullen juice flowing outward with the beat, sweeping away the haze in the sky.

It makes people seem to see Miss Dong's sexy figure and the sparkling gaze behind the smoke ring;

It was as if I heard transparent and tranquil laughter, as well as those shadowy stories......

The dry world, in Zhang Qiyang's deep singing, began to crumble.

People's hearts also fell inextricably, like dominoes, one after another.

In this world, the most turbulent love is the forbearance love.

The most lingering love is the untouchable love.

In the emotional journey of people's lives, there is no better time than those days of spring.

Each of us, whether male or female, has probably loved such a person in our lives that you cannot control or need to look up to.

When you look up at him or her, the mood must be rippling.

Even if you can't vent it, it will still leave you with the most unforgettable memories.

"I fell in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland at home" is a poison that evokes memories.

The northwest suburbs of the imperial capital.

In a villa.

Listening to the third female porcupine child in "Miss Dong", her dry eyes were like this dry world, and she was squeezed wet by Zhang Qiyang's deep and sullen singing.

The sad past hit her heart like a flood of beasts.

Back.

I glanced at the innocent three-year-old boy doll who was playing with the big yellow duck in bed.

The third pig sighed with relief: "Hurry up and grow up, Jude, only when you grow up, your wild horse daddy will return to your melancholy little grassland." ”