"What's the best song to sing?" Yi Cheng said casually as he tuned the strings in front of the fans.

"I didn't expect you to do this, the little boy who can play the guitar is the cutest. Xiaoyan smiled.

"First of all, I'm not a little boy. Secondly, I'm not cute at all, you'll know when you have more contact," Yi Cheng said with a smile, "I'm not a professional musician, I don't play the guitar well, and the songs are very average, please bear with me." ”

"It doesn't matter, just have good looks. ”

"That's right, as long as you are good-looking, who cares if you sing well or not. ”

"You have a good voice, and you shouldn't be too bad at singing. ”

"What song do you want to hear?" soon the strings were adjusted, and Yi Cheng asked.

"Phantom Song!" "The more I sing, the more sad I become!" "A thousand reasons to love you!"

are all unfamiliar song titles, and the original owner is more obsessed with death metal and doesn't pay much attention to pop music.

And Yi Cheng himself, don't look at him as a veteran, a man with five big and three rough, in fact, he is very emotional in his heart, he likes old antique songs of the 21st century, and can hum a little bit of the more famous songs from the beginning of the 21st century to the beginning of the 22nd century, soft rock, pop love songs and ancient styles.

"Well, I'll sing you something you haven't heard before. Yi Cheng said.

"Wow, the anchor will still be original? super looking forward to it!"

"Is it really original? ”

"No matter how well the song is written, I admire your talent if you can be original. ”

"If you think it's good, you can try it," Yi Cheng said, "If you think it's good, remember to give me more rewards, plug-ins are very expensive, and it's difficult to recharge." ”

He plucked the strings a few times, and then sang: "If you send a love ...... for this string."

As soon as this lyric came out, the live broadcast room, which had been barrage non-stop, suddenly quieted down.

Yi Cheng continued to sing: "...... The North Star echoes it in the distance. Then I took out this paulownia piano for you, and I played it so attentively. ”

The barrage began to erupt.

"Oh my God, that's good!"

"Is this really original?"

"It's supposed to be original, I've never heard of it. Anchor, your voice is so good, and this song is so good, but it's a pity that there are no lyrics!"

Yi Cheng didn't laugh, immersed in the artistic conception of the song, "The one who untied the shackles of my ankles for me, humming a strange country voice and walking in the palace." I turned my head to see you when I stroked the harp for the king, and the sound of the strings was deep in the emotions of the first encounter. ”

A luthier, a peerless woman, met in a place where they shouldn't have met.

Yi Cheng raised his voice a little: "Moonlight often goes to his hometown, and he sighs how many people are gone. Swallow the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me, and the years can pass quietly. ”

The singing stopped, but the fingers did not stop, and they continued to pluck the strings. It's not a great technique to fully express the mood of the song, and the guitar isn't actually a good instrument for the song, but the fans are already intoxicated.

"What's this song called? I'm almost crying. ”

"Although I didn't fully understand the lyrics, I was so moved!

"I've never heard it before, but I don't think it's worse than the songs on the pop charts. Anchor: Is this really what you wrote yourself?"

Yi Cheng didn't go to see the barrage, and sang intently.

"The lights swayed all over the capital and listened to the rain, and the night wind scattered a few ripples. ”

"Listen to me practice this song outside the door, and I'll prepare a robe for you. ”

"The sound of the piano reached the homes of ordinary people, and some people laughed and some wept. ”

"I also shed a tear in the depths of my love, and I regained my homesickness with the chord. ”

……

"Please, stop singing, I'm really crying! Don't you think it's ugly for me to cry as a big man?"

"Don't listen to him, keep singing, this kind of song is to cry and listen to it. ”

"You listened to it while crying, I listened on my knees, and my knees were sacrificed. ”

Yi Cheng ignored it, just sang, involuntarily recalling his years on Earth.

It's been a month since he was reborn into this world, and Yi Cheng feels that he has almost integrated into the life here.

Naturally, he was not comfortable at first. There is no treatment cabin in the hospital, and I have to lie on the bed and wait for a long recovery; after returning home, I stand in the living room and shout "turn on the lights", but there is no electric light on; when I watch TV, there is only an LCD TV, but there is no head-mounted holographic virtual reality device; when I brush my teeth, I habitually use it to wave at the toothpaste, but the toothpaste does not automatically squeeze out; when I feel a little cold, I say: "Heat it up", but the clothes do not respond and do not heat up automatically......

There are all kinds of things, which make Yi Cheng very unaccustomed to it, and he feels that the quality of life has suddenly dropped to the Stone Age.

But anyway, he was also a special soldier and fought in the most difficult environment, so he adapted quickly.

However, it is difficult to meet the spiritual needs of people who can adapt to life. Many of the artistic crystallizations of the earth from the 21st century to the 22nd century are difficult to find on the home planet.

Perhaps, in addition to fulfilling his personal ambitions, he will also try to bring the art of the earth here, music, novels, movies...... Let this homeland star bring more hometown feelings to yourself.

Yi Cheng thought about these things in his mind, but his voice was not chaotic at all:

"You hold your fingers as a butterfly and fly up from the window frame, flying past my fingertips and eyebrows, breathing only because you are gradually quiet, blowing the lamp and letting me embrace you. ”

After a complicated fingering, Yi Cheng raised his voice a little more: "The king of the winter solstice released me to return to my hometown alone, and I walked back to the palace with the piano on my back." You hummed the half of the song we know well, mixed with your low sobs. ”

"The long journey to the hometown is a poem that people can't finish. ”

"Compose the music of sorrow and joy for you to play, only to be sentimental what is involuntarily. ”

Yes, what is involuntarily...... Yi Cheng asked himself, it is good to be reborn once. But I gave up everything I had on the earth, and although there weren't many things on the earth that were really worth my nostalgia, was it really worth it? That kind of life may not be perfect, but it is also a life that I have chosen.

There are comrades-in-arms entrusted with life and death, fierce killing battles, once beloved red faces, and wanton indulgent laughter.

It's a pity that there is no going back.

But here, in this new world, a new life, you must also live well and live up to this life.

"The moonlight often shines on my hometown, and I am the fish that I put back in the pool. ”

"Thinking about the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me, the memory ends there. The years have passed quietly......"

Yi Cheng's voice gradually stopped, but the hand that plucked the strings was still playing, as if it was teasing the emotions hidden in the hearts of fans.

When the last note came to an abrupt end, the fans were still immersed in the mood of the song, and their mood could not be calmed down for a long time, as if there was still a lingering sound.

"This song is called 'The Piano Master', and I hope you like it. Yi Cheng put down the guitar and said.

"I like it, I like it, I like it so much!"

"The anchor told us the lyrics, I didn't hear a few sentences just now! ”

"Little fresh meat, you sing so well," Chen Yanjiao wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and typed, "Let's sing one more song!"

"Ahem," Yi Cheng said cheekily, "Like is not expressed in words, if you really like it, give a reward!"

"Little fresh meat, you are hateful! People are still immersed in the artistic conception of the song, don't mention money at this time, it's too ruinous to ruin the atmosphere!" Chen Yanjiao scolded with a smile and gave a gift of 1,000 yuan.

There is a little smoke goddess taking the lead, and others are also rewarding, and in just one minute, the sound effect of the reward has not stopped.