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The name of the fill-in singer "Moonlight" is very poetic.

However, his first song, the style of the song has nothing to do with the moonlight, this is a jazz singer who likes to make some whimsical tampering with his works.

can be said to be a naughty boy in music, when he sings, many people speculate that he is Yu Chengqing.

However, it lasted less than a few tens of seconds, and everyone slapped themselves in the face.

Mr. Harin doesn't seem to have such a voice.

Moreover, Harin's ex-wife sat on the judges' bench, you said it was Haring, what position did you put Yi Nengjing in?

After the fill-in singer finished singing, the next person on stage was Bai Mei Qianjiao, and in the background, Xi Qing heard Bai Mei Qianjiao's singing.

didn't think about it, she really suggested this issue, she sang Teacher Mo Wenwei's lonely lover.

Trying to love someone has nothing to do with happiness

Be careful, the difference between love and non-love is not too far

Swallow the lonely lover, try to understand hard

It's just a pity that it's rare for anyone to get their wish

It's really unwilling

Bai Mei Qianjiao's interpretation of this song is very good, and it is the kind of unadorned true feelings that make the audience indulge in this lyrical song.

At the same time, her understanding and portrayal of love is obviously a female character in a mature emotional world, and her intellectual beauty can be clearly reflected in the songs.

Undoubtedly, everyone was infected, and with this song "Lonely Lover", Bai Mei Qianjiao continued to succeed in the first round and advanced to the second round.

After stepping down, Bai Mei Qianjiao also came to Xi Qing's room to thank her.

The latter just gave her a quiet thumbs up, although this song was recommended by herself, but it really lies in her good performance.

She is wearing a mask on stage, but her "voice and emotion" interpretation makes this song more sour and sour.

"Whiteboard, what song am I singing next time?"

Looking at Qianjiao's joke about herself, the familiar voice that broke into her mind again, Xi Qing couldn't help but ask: 'Did you cross over to participate in the competition, I mean you are actually an actor?' “

Bai Mei Qianjiao smiled heartily, "Don't you think I'm Mo Wenwei?" ‘

"No, I never said that you were Mo Wenwei, let me ask boldly, have you ever acted in Ode to Joy and Langya Bang?"

Bai Mei Qianjiao didn't speak.

Let the fragrance on her body stimulate Xi Qing.

"Are you Liu... Overflow? ”

Xi Qing finally asked the doubts in his heart.

But when I was about to hear the woman's answer, the director in charge of the scene informed Xi Qing that it was time for you to sing on stage.

Xi Qing has always worn a mask, and his thin wood carving mask is actually not heavy compared to plastic, and it is worn on the face to cover it, and it does not affect normal speech and vision.

When the whiteboard appeared in everyone's sight, the host also found something more on the carving of the whiteboard.

"How can there be two simple words on your mask?"

Li Hao asked.

Xi Qing said: "I sang Miss Dong the week before, a very ordinary ballad, and it feels simple to everyone. Therefore, I engraved the comments and feedback given to me by the audience on the whiteboard, telling myself that this is how everyone feels about my music, and I also hope that I can write more on the whiteboard for each performance, and finally enrich this whiteboard. ”

A word that was not rehearsed in advance, and when it was spoken, the whiteboard received a lot of applause from the audience.

"And what song did you bring today?"

Xi Qing mentioned his guitar: "It's still a ballad." The name of the song is Zebra, Zebra. ”

"Zebra zebra? Also original? Li Hao said.

Xi Qing nodded: "Yes." “

Sitting on the chair, Xi Qing quietly played the first note, and the simple two words on the whiteboard were imprinted in the eyes of the audience. But it seems to remind everyone to be quiet, simple, and distracting to appreciate and listen.

Zebra, zebra, don't you fall asleep

Show me your injured tail again

The voice is very delicate, with a little sadness, after Xi Qing's voice came out, this is a different way of confiding in Miss Dong.

It's no longer about the joy of young men and women. Happy. Love love, emotional troubles.

Rather, it tells the story of a zebra injury?

Obviously, the listeners knew that the zebra was not referring to the zebra in real terms, but to the injured person.

Xi Qing's clear eyes fell on the guitar strings, his fingers touched lightly, as if to heal the man's wounds, and combined with the cooperation of the band's teacher cello and viola, the interpretation made this song full of a heart-breaking artistic conception:

I don't want to touch the scars of your wounds

I just want to lift your hair

Zebra, zebra you're back in your home

But I'm wasting my cold years

There isn't a single door open in your city for me

I'm going to have to get back on the road after all

The beauty of the lyrics, the elegance of the melody, with a temperature close to cold, shrouded people's hearts, those who are not yet in the song, heard it home, heard it on the road, looked at Xi Qing who was almost crying, and their hearts suddenly clenched.

At this time, Xi Qing took out the flute prepared in advance from his clothes, he put away the guitar, stood up, and walked forward slowly.

The white shirt is set off by the flute music, and the audience can see Xi Qing's side face that the kind of Yinglang has become very simple and pure at this time, just like the boy he had a crush on many years ago.

I don't know what to do, I don't understand, and the sound of the flute slowly comes out again, with a kind of sadness, the audience returns to reality.

Zebra, zebra, you're red from the South

Is it also a moving story?

Putting down the flute, Xi Qing took the microphone and sang a cappella in the sound of the cello:

If you can't stay in the drama next door

Who will talk to you until dawn

Last time, Li Xiang felt that this solitary guitar sang a ballad, lacking taste and being relatively monotonous, but today, not only the guitar, but also the transverse flute, and even the cello of the band teacher, after the combination, this ballad seems to have suddenly become rich.

That faint sadness describes not so much the story of a zebra as the story of an injured man wandering the world.

Wu Qixian nodded: This ballad is better than last week's.

Meng Zhudao: Miss Dong last week is actually very good, but it is sung to young children, and everyone can substitute the atmosphere of the song.

Dai Jun agreed: This whiteboard is really a powerful singer-songwriter, not only the song is well written, but the singing is also very perfect. I'm wondering who he really is now?

Yi Nengjing was also curious: "In the music world, is there a rookie singer with such strength?" I think he must be an old singer who deliberately creates new songs to deceive everyone.

Li Xiang: That makes sense.

The discussion about the masked singer is going on on on the judges' bench, but Xi Qing is still in his own world.

His voice was soft and direct.

and the sound of the guitar, plucking the soul of the listener.

Zebra, zebra, do you remember me

I'm a fool who can only sing

Zebra, zebra, you sleep, sleep

I'll leave the North with my guitar on my back

Hearing this, some of the audience's eyes couldn't help but turn red, the last time Miss Dong, she didn't have this feeling, but this time, many people were moved by this zebra zebra.

It turns out that simple songs can also be sung with charm, and they can also make people sing faintly painful and itchy in their hearts. Hearing that you left with a guitar on your back, isn't it the same as when you went to work hard in other places and pursued your ideals that year?

Zebra, zebra, do you remember me

I'm a child who is forced to talk about sorrow

Zebra, zebra, you sleep, sleep

I bring your grass back to my homeland

Zebra, zebra, don't you fall asleep

I'm just a traveler in a hurry

Zebra, zebra, you sleep, sleep

I'm going to sell my house

Wandering the world