The next ** part is a two-person chorus. Hu Yifan played and sang by himself, his voice was hesitant and vicissitudes; Wang Dali is a hoarse cry, with a wide range and sadness.

"If one day I have nothing to turn to"

"Please leave me in that time"

"If one day I quietly leave"

"Please bury me in this spring"

Together, shocked the Quartet!

If the main song part is a shallow singing and chanting, then this chorus part is like a shooting star drawn out of the bright starry sky, shining and blazing.

And the song title "In the Spring" finally appeared in **.

Whether it was the audience at the scene or in front of the TV, everyone's hearts seemed to be hit by something soft.

It turns out that this is what Hu Ge wrote about "in the spring"?

Among the four mentors, the first one to burst into tears was Shi Renfeng. Originally, he belonged to the most calm kind, but now he can't help himself.

Shi Renfeng, a musician from Beijing's Beipiao, has seen a lot, and he has some understanding of their situation. It's like 10,000 people walking on a single-plank bridge. Out of 10,000 wandering singers, only one can produce a truly personal music album. And the price they pay for this may be the entire youth, the most elite years of a person's life from the teens to the thirties. However, despite this, there are many people who can't sing for a lifetime and can't sing well, and they die depressed.

But why do so many people still die and insist on following this musical path without regrets?

Because of the music, he has a kind of magic.

Zhou Dingding glanced sideways at Shi Renfeng, nodded to each other, and his eyes were obviously slightly moist. He was also a street performer, and he slowly became famous after being discovered by a hunter company. I have a deep understanding of the helplessness, hard work, and even despair of street performers.

Schopenhauer said: either vulgar or lonely.

Gao Xiaosong said: Life is not only about the front of you, but also about poetry and distant fields.

For Beipiao artists, vulgarity, loneliness, reluctance, poetry, distance, and fields, they may have experienced all these things, and finally chose to give up one by one.

Some people only stayed.

Some people left poems.

Some people can only leave a lonely back.

Compared with Shi Renfeng and Zhou Dingding, Huo Jintong and Bai Xue are both from relatively good families, and their living conditions have been superior since they were children, and they have not suffered much, so they can't empathize with the bitterness of wandering singers. This is the general relatively large artists in the world, and they are not from particularly prominent backgrounds. Because true art comes from the bottom, from the people. There are also many singers who write songs that are very artistic when they are down, but after becoming popular, Jiang Lang often runs out of talent, and even slowly "degenerates" into the money society and vanity fair. This is the reason why many masters put forward the famous saying "don't forget the original intention".

Despite this, Huo Jintong and Bai Xue were also moved. Although they didn't experience much suffering, they were infected by the lyrics and songs, as well as the performances of Hu Yifan and Wang Dali.

In front of the TV.

Ding Zhaoxiong and Ding Changwu sat side by side on the sofa and watched, and began to watch and chat, but they heard Wang Dali's hoarse shout, "Please bury me in this spring."

The two never had to say a word again.

Ding Zhaoxiong's fingers burned until his nails burned.

"Uncle, Hu Yifan's song "In the Spring" ......" Ding Zhaoxiong looked at Ding Changwu with trembling lips, hoping that Uncle could criticize it with a professional eye, even if it was against his will......

Ding Changwu looked a little lonely.

Hu Ge was a student of his Haiying, and he should have been happy, but he wasn't happy at all.

He really regretted it.

Even if he once brought out the white snow of the country, he can be called a Bole of the sea shadow.

But in the same way, he almost made a thousand-mile horse fall into the abyss.

"I ...... If I knew that Hu Yifan had such talent, I wouldn't have ...... if I was killed," Ding Changwu sighed.

Ding Zhaoxiong said: "Uncle, is this song really so good? ”

"Well, Zhao Xiong, this son's wings are about to be full, don't embarrass him in the future." Ding Chang Wudao.

"But Uncle ......," Ding Zhaoxiong said.

Ding Changwu waved his hand: "Stop it, it's not the hatred of killing your father and taking your wife, since you don't have much deep hatred, then stop it, otherwise I'm afraid that I will lose both sides in the future...... I'll answer the phone. ”

Ding Zhaoxiong gritted his teeth, the ant that used to be pinched to death with one hand, now the uncle is so optimistic about him, I ......

"Oh, the dean? Secretary Luo? Ding Changwu was overjoyed.

"It's me. I watched Hu Ge's "In the Spring", which is really good; Such a talent, you almost didn't let him enter the audition in the first place? Your reputation may be ruined. ”

"Yes, secretary, I regret it too. I am willing to accept the punishment of the leaders of the academy and the party for me, I am old and confused, but for the sake of me, I have also won a reputation for cultivating talents like Bai Xue for the students, secretary, you see ......"

"You can't keep the title of full professor. You just hope that Hu Yifan will not worry about you, otherwise in order to protect the reputation of the college, the college is likely to take measures to lose the pawn and protect the car. ”

"What does the secretary mean? Suspension of my position turned into dismissal of me? ”

"It's not impossible, my fault won't be so big."

"But you have other messy things, such as the unspoken rules of the female teacher, don't you want me to go into details, right?"

"I ...... the secretary"

The other party hangs up the phone.

Ding Changwu covered his head and waved his hand at Ding Zhaoxiong: "You go, I don't want to see you again." ”

"Uncle, I'm ...... I can't do this because of me...... I ......"

"Get out!"

……

In front of the TV.

Dad Hu almost fainted in front of the TV crying again.

Hu's mother trembled and helped Hu's father up, and said in distress: "I always thought that Fan'er was doing well when he sang outside, but I didn't expect him to make music outside, it was so difficult, and he wanted to bury himself in the spring?" ”

Father Hu said: "Oh, this child is out for fear that we will worry, and he will have to bear it alone, this child has grown up......"

Hu Yimei sobbed: "Mom, Dad, most of the singers in Beipiao are like this, my brother is good, and he will get ahead after a few years." Look at Wang Dali, he is forty years old before he ......"

Hu Yizhen has always been silent, but today he opened his voice.

"I've been misunderstanding my brother, I hope he won't be angry with me."

"When the live broadcast is over, I must call and ask your brother, no matter what the music path is in the future, don't think about it. Don't write songs in the future, bury or die, it's scary. Hu's mother said.

……

Of course, this qiē Hu Yifan and Wang Dali are completely ignorant, they seem to have forgotten about jì qiē, immersed in their own singing, and the picture in their minds is constantly floating.

After the lyrics of the first part are sung, the beginning of the second part is sung by Wang Dali.

"Remember those lonely springs"

"I didn't have a beard at that time"

"No Valentine's Day, No Gifts"

"No one of my cute little princesses"

Beipiao's career is bitter and lonely. Don't think that if you can play a few songs, the girls in the city will promise each other.

The singer of Beipiao is also a human being, and if he is a human being, he longs for love and a little princess. But where will the little princesses look at them?

At this time, Wang Dali's wife sat in the audience and watched, already in tears. In her understanding, the little princess that her husband sings in his mouth is herself. From acquaintance and love to staying together until now, this journey has not been easy. Fortunately, my husband finally got ahead. This qiē wait is worth it. And this qiē is thanks to the mysterious and amiable man named Hu Ge on the stage. Well, such kindness will never be forgotten in this life!

Han Yu said: Maxima is often there, but Bole is not often.

In the eyes of Wang Dali's wife, Hu Ge is the best Bole in her mind.