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After recording the encore program of my song, Meng Zhu devoted himself to the second recording of the masked singer here.

During this time, he has become a busy man, and he has also become a favorite of the audience, everyone knows Meng Zhu again because I am a singer, but he is familiar with Meng Zhu again in the first episode of the new broadcast.

Meng Zhu knew that the rise in his popularity was inseparable from Xi Qing, and at this time, Xi Qing officially proposed to quit the radio host who became more beautiful at night.

Blue Phoenix and Liang Buregret naturally refused to let go, and said a lot of words to keep them.

But Xi Qing still refused.

However, before leaving, Xi Qing found the blue phoenix and talked with her for an afternoon.

It was a little hot and dry that afternoon, and you could still hear the cicadas in the trees outside the door. However, the conversation between the two made Blue Phoenix smile.

It was also that afternoon that Blue Phoenix saw the possibility of cooperating with Xi Qing in the future. And she finally decided to let the young man go and let him continue to practice.

Although Xi Qing said that the night became more and more beautiful when he left, the name he named on the radio program was retained, and Ji Yi also took over his mantle and continued to help some singers who were not popular to play songs.

In Ji Yi's words, the more beautiful the night is, the more beautiful it is, is to help those who have music dreams to go to a bigger stage and shine more brightly. At that moment, Ji Yi did grow.

Xi Qing is going to start his first recording of the masked singer next week, and this Friday, it will be Meng Zhu's return broadcast of I am a singer.

Everything was going according to plan, and he couldn't afford any more mistakes. In the two days that he locked himself in his room, Xi Qing practiced playing the erhu and matouqin again.

Until Friday.

Xi Qingcai turned on the TV.

In this episode of the show, Wang Fei and Nicholas Tse continue to lead the top two, and this time the fill-in singer is Mango Channel's own signed artist, and the singing level is really not flattering.

He sang a song that didn't hurt or itch, and the scene couldn't help but start to miss when Meng Zhu was there.

Speaking of which, except for Wang Tianhou, Xie Tianwang supported this show, and the performance of every singer in this issue was not very good. Maybe there was no elimination in this round, everyone relaxed their nerves, and Xi Qing looked like he was about to fall asleep.

But the more bad the opponent, the higher Meng Zhu's return will be. Tide.

When Nicholas Tse walked on stage and announced the return singer to perform, he didn't expect that the voice of the scene exceeded the voice of Queen Wang when she appeared on stage.

"Meng Zhu, Meng Zhu is here."

"What song will he sing today?"

"I really want to hear songs that are as good as my preference for teenagers."

In anticipation, Meng Zhu had already stepped onto the stage, wearing a white suit and a golden tie. On the left breast pocket of the suit, there is also a wood carving of a gold microphone made for him by Xi Qing.

Originally, this was a small detail, but the audience still found out: Hey, is there a golden microphone on the chest?

Wood carving?

It's beautiful.

Meng Zhu bowed to the audience and took off the wooden carved microphone pinned: "This microphone was carved for me by Qingbai last week, in fact, I should wear it when I sing Autumn Cool, bless me with good luck." But it doesn't matter. ”

"The song I want to sing today is also written by Qingbai for me, I regretted being out last time, I owe you a good song, today, I will use this woodcarved microphone of Qingbai to sing for you, Red Rose."

After speaking, the lamp went out with a bang, and then a warm chasing light hit Meng Zhu's body.

The music spreads leisurely.

He held the small microphone, grabbed the stand, swayed his body, and faced the microphone stand:

In my dreams, I dreamed of dreams that I couldn't wake up

Red under house arrest in the red line

All the stimuli left the pain of fatigue

No longer indifferent

This time, Meng Zhu didn't have the slightest nervousness, maybe this stage no longer had to score himself, no longer had to rank, Meng Zhu only a few words into the artistic conception of this song.

He swayed lightly in the drumbeat of the music, and his voice was delicate, as if he had never been affectionately portrayed, like a gust of sea breeze that made people feel refreshed.

When I hold you from behind

What I was looking forward to was her face

It's ironic, I don't quite understand

I'm desperate for you to understand

Oooh. Meng Zhu stretched out a lazy warm tone, and slowly walked to the front desk, his eyes were firm and full of an indescribable power:

Whether happiness is too light and heavy

Excessive use does not itch or hurt

Ripe red hollow pupils

Finally hollowed out, finally there is no beginning and no end

What you can't get is always in turmoil

Those who are favored have nothing to fear

The red of the rose is easy to hurt the dream

Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers

Failed again

When the audience listened to this song, their hearts were unusually calm, and at first, everyone thought that this song was the same as the previous one, and they felt enthusiastic.

But this paragraph is very gentle, and the warm voice penetrates into the heart, but it carries a little helplessness and sigh.

That's right, what you can't get is always in turmoil, and what you are favored has nothing to fear.

Life is not like this, everyone who gets it does not cherish it, and only when it is lost does it want to have it again.

In this section, the listener enters the song, begins to think about life.

However, that thinking didn't last long, and as the piano, orchestra, guitar, drums, and heavy metal collided, everyone was pulled back.

I only felt a thunderclap, the rhythm, the music suddenly changed a picture, Meng Zhu also threw off the suit at this time, he slapped his chest wildly, and roared the three words "and missed", and the empty words continued to rise octave, soaring the sound to the craziest and smoothest.

Red is a cinnabar mole imprint on the heart

Red is as mediocre as mosquito blood

Time beautifies the only throbbing

Also smoothed out the excitement

When I hold you from behind

What I was looking forward to was her face

It's ironic

I don't know much, but I want you to understand

…

Whether happiness is too light and heavy

Excessive use does not itch or hurt

Ripe red hollow pupils

Finally hollowed out, finally there is no beginning and no end

The tempo of the whole song picks up, to the point that the lyrics turn into rock, with a little bit of wildness, and the sound is like a bayonet piercing into the heart, and it is really like the thorn of a rose, which makes people itch unclearly. A golden wood carving microphone on Meng Zhu's chest seemed to bring him a powerful power, and Meng Zhu would turn into a warrior and a hero, slashing enemies one by one on the battlefield.

Bold and ferocious.

What you can't get is always in turmoil

Those who are favored have nothing to fear

The red of the rose is easy to hurt the dream

Hold it in your hand but lose it between your fingers

Failed again

At first, the audience listened quietly, but as the song heated up more and more, after the furious stomach like a strong drink, the audience felt more and more excited, and could no longer resist the urge to stand up and applaud. As one audience member stood up, then dozens, hundreds of spectators couldn't help but stand up.

And those who still choose to sit on the stool are not without love for this song, it is the song and the lyrics that enter their hearts, making those men and women think: what you can't get is what you want the most, and what you can accompany you is what you should cherish.

The red of roses, people who are easy to prick are injured, and in the end they will fall short, and the handful of weeds guarding you seems to be scribbled to unkempt, but in fact, her love for you is tenacious enough.

As the music continued to collide, percussion, and sound continued to wash away, the audience's eyes were red and some recalled the past.