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Many years have passed in the blink of an eye

How many clutches of joy and sorrow

Once aspired to be a boy in the Quartet

Envy the geese flying south

The figure of each running for the future

Hurry and drift away

Where is the future ordinary

Ah, who gave me the answer

Meng Zhu's singing, in the lyrics, the teenager who once aspired to the Quartet, envied the geese flying south, suddenly made a boy in the audience cry.

He worked in the imperial capital, he was a Beijing drifter, and this time he went home to do errands, and he happened to come to watch a show with his friends. Chasing dreams in Beijing is not simple, once I was full of pride, saying that I went to the capital to work hard for a world, but now I live in a small square meter of public rental housing, and I can't go back home once a year.

Why don't you be the same as the song sings, once aspired in all directions, but now you can only envy the geese flying south.

Meng Zhu's emotional rendering, the blue and white under the mask continued: The person who accompanied me at that time

Where are you now?

Someone I once loved

What it looks like now

The blue and white guitar matched his voice, which made the audience feel an impulse even more, and the timbre was full of affection, and the tears hanging in the eyes of Zhao Liying, the goddess of the Golden Eagle, finally slipped down.

And the other Golden Eagle goddesses who were watching in the background, at this moment, also saw that the legendary masked man was terrifying.

There is really a magic in his singing voice, the magic that makes you fall in love with all your body, and this voice completely occupies your heart in just a few words.

For many years, there has never been a song so pure, simple, but profound.

Qingbai and Meng Zhu have already begun to sing to each other, the two of them are one sentence and one sentence, emotion gives life to the song, and the song is full of a sense of story, telling the mental journey of every dreamer.

Meng Zhu: Did you come true at the beginning?

Do you have to pay tribute to it now?

Let the years dry ideally

I can't get my real self back again

Qingbai: Look up at this galaxy in the sky

The one that accompanied me at that time

Do you remember the story here

Meng Zhu and Qingbai shook hands again, and the words in the front recited in the white let everyone recall this moment in the song: life is like a ruthless carving knife

Changed the way we look

Do you wither before it blooms?

I've had dreams

Youth is like a rushing river

If you don't come back, it's too late to say goodbye

All that left me was numb

There is no blood of the year

Singing this, the emotions of the two completely exploded, and the foreshadowing of Nianbai is for this moment, the impact of the most vivid feelings, life is a ruthless carving knife, which has changed our appearance, it has never bloomed, how can it be so withered.

Dreams are still ahead, and youth is still pulsating.

The audience could no longer pretend to stand up from the stage, several of them had tears and makeup on their faces, and many of them felt like their hearts had been run over by a big stone.

I'm a singer on stage where a singer has made the audience cry, but this is definitely the first time that the audience has tears flowing freely on their faces.

It's the first time I've been on the stage, and it's not the first time on all music stage programs. Back then, at the memorial service of a certain singer, there was a scene of thousands of people crying together, which was the natural fermentation of the sadness of missing the deceased, but today, this cry, this tear is only because of this song.

Just because of the old boys.

The blue and white mask is still covered, but the eyes in his mask can be seen by everyone, he is clear and firm, full of strength, like stars, with uncompromising stubbornness, he told everyone that if we persevere, we will work hard, and we will definitely win the final victory.

The blue and white guitar was untied from his shoulder, and he suddenly looked up like a poet and looked at the roof, but his gaze could look through the roof, and look at the sky:

Look at the flowers floating in the sky

Wither in the most beautiful moment

Who will remember that the world once came

Did you get your original wish?

Do you have to pay tribute to it now?

Let the years dry ideally

I can't get my real self back again

The green and white voice came back little by little, no arrogance, just flat, no guitar accompaniment, no piano percussion, no drum beat, just a pure voice, leisurely, slow.

Look up at the starry sky

The one that accompanied me at that time

Do you remember the story here

Meng Zhu's voice and Qingbai slowly coincided, and the two finally combined their voices into the most perfect harmony, just like a mess of cups and plates after a feast, just like after a friend left, it was too late to say goodbye, the song had ended, leaving only a faint, slightly sad voice, and continued to write the confession of unfinished treatment:

If there is a tomorrow

Bless you dear

For a long time, after the two of them finished singing, they still stood there for a long time, like the friendship between mountains and trees, and the audience in the audience, with closed eyes and crying hearts, had not yet returned.

No applause, no cheers, no interruptions.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, fifty seconds, one minute.

That minute of silence, even if someone woke up from the music, they were unwilling to destroy the power of this growth, they felt that the soul of the music was still filling this studio, and every element of the music was still washing people's hearts and still telling emotions.

The dream was beaten into pieces, and everyone who listened to the music captured the scattered dream in the air.

… Until, until Meng Zhu and Qingbai said "Thank you." ”

In the audience, there was thunderous applause at this time, like a surging tide, the audience clapped desperately and applauded, and the other singers watching in the background, the goddess of the Golden Eagle, also nodded and praised the old boy of Qingbai and Meng Zhu.

The audience friends in front of the TV, although they did not arrive at the scene, the atmosphere created by Meng Zhu and Qingbai pulled them into it, as if Meng Zhu and Qingbai were singing in front of them.

This old boy sang and cried in thousands of households, and sang into thousands of households.

And the host He Jiong listened to the song for the first time, and kept wiping his eyes with a tissue.

He didn't expect that Qingbai and Meng Zhu's songs could be so good.

And he wants Qingbai to uncover his face, but at this moment, he is a little reluctant to ask that question, Qingbai's mask has the ability to write stories.

His mask is said to be blocking Qingbai's face, but it is not so much that this mask is blocking Qingbai, but that the mask truly shows Qingbai.

This mask is blue and white, and the content on the mask ranges from the whiteboard to the hills, parents, musical notes, and microphones, in fact, it is narrating itself to the audience and friends.

Others laugh at him for being crazy, but in fact, we can't see through it.

He Jiong understood at this moment, why Qingbai kept covering his face, this is his killing weapon, this is his characteristic, this is also him.

He used a mask to introduce himself to everyone, if there is no mask, with only one face, handsome will get tired of time with time, what people really care about is not your face, but your heart.

This mask illustrates itself with a knife stroke, narrating itself. It is precisely like this that this old boy can be so good today, Qingbai is an old boy who is chasing his dreams on the road of music.

This mask also made thousands of viewers think of the appearance behind this mask as themselves, thinking of the years they have spent chasing their dreams, the hardships they have gone through, and the days and nights they have endured.

Qingbai, it's really not simple.

He Jiong gave a thumbs up to Qingbai on the stage, and Qingbai is also the only one He Jiong has sincere admiration for newcomers on the stage of my song.

Qingbai is the first person!