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"Bai Mei Qianjiao won the last round, it doesn't matter if you lose this round, the whiteboard, you and Bai Mei Qianjiao will change it?"

The on-site director asked Xi Qing, and he always felt that Xi Qing would definitely agree.

However, Xi Qing shook his head: "Thank you, but I won't change it." “

"You, you don't change?"

"Did you know that if you lose this round, you're eliminated?" The director and Bai Mei Qianjiao made doubtful voices at the same time.

Xi Qing said: "I know, if I lose this round, then I will accept it." Director, I want to ask, it's time for me to go on stage, right, then is the piano everything arranged? ‘

Xi Qing is only in his own musical feeling now, this song, he believes that if he performs it perfectly, he will definitely be able to surpass this comprehension.

Although the realization is also very touching, he will do everything to sing this song, and if he fails, he also admits it.

"It's all set up."

"That's fine."

Xi Qing turned to look at Bai Mei Qianjiao: "By the way, you still owe me an answer, before I may be eliminated, can you tell me, are you Liu Tao?" ”

Bai Mei Qianjiao smiled, although it was under the mask, her gentle lips and teeth had infected Xi Qing: "If you win this one, I'll tell you, how?" ”

"Okay."

Xi Qing still didn't get an answer, but he became more and more convinced that this woman was Liu Tao.

If there is still a trace of doubt, that is, can Liu Tao sing so well?

Walking through that passage,

A whiteboard wearing a mask appears in the audience's field of vision.

The host Li Hao has already introduced his appearance.

If the previous mask was simple and musical notes, this time, Xi Qing's mask has two more touching words on it, and with two tears like diamonds, this mask is even more attractive.

Other people's masks are all the same, but the mask of the tabula rasa changes every issue, and the last time I didn't pay much attention to this mask, this time the mask ignited a topic of conversation.

"The whiteboard's mask this time is touching, and the words are a summary of the last time." Wu Qixian said.

Han Hong said: "Such a good singer has not yet become a singer, I am here today, I must listen carefully." ”

Meng Zhu: 'The song of the tabula rasa is indeed touching and sincere, his mask is a reflection of the audience's feelings about his music every time, I feel that the tabula rasa is not only singing on the stage of the masked singer, he is also writing poems, writing poems to substitute people into a picture, and even a movie, which makes people continue to look forward to his new mask. “

As the judges' comments fell on Xi Qing's mask, Xi Gui in Shanmu Village was also shocked by the portrayal of the whiteboard this time.

Although it is just two simple tears, these two tears are vivid, the color is painted, the emotion is naturally cut in, and it seems that you can see the person behind this mask, in fact, there are tears.

Oh, yes.

This is the third first round of whiteboarding.

If he doesn't advance to the next round this time, he's eliminated.

What a kind of sadness it would be for such a wonderful singer, a simple, touching voice, to stop there.

These are not two tears.

It's just two drops, but you can see the whole ocean.

"I have a strong hunch, wife, this tabula rasa is going to explode today."

Wang Jinxiu said: "I also feel this way, this kid estimates that today's song will surpass his previous two times. “

Hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV are also waiting for the results.

The Qingbai Kingdom guards the TV, the computer, waiting to swipe the screen and complain.

Scene.

The lights went out with a bang.

A beam of chasing light sprinkled on the whiteboard, and he slowly followed the light to the corner.

In the corner, there is a black piano.

The whiteboard slowly sat down and straightened his body.

Then the ten fingers stroked gently, and the notes floated out melodiously one by one.

The tone is slow, and there is no trace of spirit.

Like the autumn wind blowing the leaves, meter by meter, crawling forward with a faint sadness.

Then, Xi Qing's voice stretched out like a mother's hand in the autumn wind:

When you're old

Hair is gray

Drowsiness

The first line of the song came out, and the slow tone was like a black-and-white movie, but the simplicity was mixed with some power, so that the quiet tone was in a leisurely way, but it easily attacked the defenseless heart.

When you're old

I can't walk anymore

Snoozing by the fire

Reminiscing about youth

How many people have loved the hour of your youth singing

Admire your beauty

False or sincere

The sound followed Xi Qing's slow and vigorous playing on the keyboard, and the sound of guitar and orchestral music was also added to the scene, which was closely coordinated with the piano.

It's as if, as if you have entered a door, opened that door, and walked into a house.

And in front of him, what emerges is his own relatives.

There is no wrapping and embellishment of the voice, simply singing to his relatives, but the warm voice is like a sharp sword that completely pierces everyone's hearts.

Xi Qing still paints the picture with his clear voice:

There is only one person

And love your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face

Singing this, Xi Qing got up from the piano, and then he stepped aside and picked up the acoustic guitar he had used in the previous game.

The fingers were plucked up, and the sound of the guitar came out faintly like a mother's request.

Xi Qing walked through the most brilliant stage illuminated by the lights and approached the audience, and when he looked towards the audience, he found that there were already many people in the audience with red eyes.

When You're Old is actually a poem written by William Butler Yeats in 1893, this poem is Yeats's passionate and sincere love poem for his beloved Maute Gunny.

Although this love ultimately did not come to fruition, Yeats's love for Maute Gunny remained unswerving. In the midst of the hopeless pain and misfortune of love, Yeats wrote this poem, which is one of the author's deepest thoughts for his lover.

But when Xi Qing performs that when you are old, you miss your relatives and your mother more.

He believes that this unswerving love should belong to his mother.

Therefore, when Xi Qing sang this song, all she thought of was her mother.

In my heart, I also hope that my mother can be healthy and beautiful forever.

At the end of the first stanza, Xi Qing's microphone cut into his magnetic poem-like voice: This song is for the mothers of the world, when you are old, our children will take care of you, okay?

Then, the guitar in Xi Qing's hand plucked again:

When you're old, your eyebrows droop

The lights are dim

The wind is blowing

Your message

That's who I am

The song of the heart

Singing this, not only the 300 audience members on the stage cried, but the five judges were also silent, and they didn't want to disturb the atmosphere full of love in the slightest.

And the audience in front of the TV and the computer were also stupid, and the voice hit the deepest part of the soul. Tears slipped from his eyes, and he thought of his mother, of his mother's sewing of his own clothes, of his mother's cooking and laundry, of his mother's sideburns being white, and of the tears that could no longer be stopped.

The singing of the tabula rasa is not over, but the audience of 300 people all stood up, and the waves that had just finished singing still thought that her field was really the best love in the world, but this song when you are old, she suddenly found that it seems that her love is not so deep.

On stage, the whiteboard was unusually quiet, and he sat back at the piano, gliding over the keys as if he had finished a poem: I wish I had done so when I was old

This song is sung to you