Jiang Mingfeng's face changed, as if he had been draped in a hazy veil, with a hint of complicated melancholy.

Jiang Mingfeng raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked at the sky through the glass, and sang softly:

Moonlight is thin who pounds cold clothes.

Looking at the end of the world, I want to think of my hometown

The snow fell overnight, and the north wind was urgent

Thousands of miles away from each other

Ronghua dreams of playing the Qiang flute

War is not a crime for several seasons

Tonight, Guanshan is full of snow and the north wind is urgent

Thousands of miles away from each other

It is to accompany each other in this life or to regret it in the next life

Why don't you understand this puzzle?

It was only when I suddenly looked back that I silently remembered it for a long time

The end of the world is only a shadow to whom

Zhiqing's heart is thousands of miles away to send winter clothes

If you succeed, you will return to your hometown

Tonight, there are frequent rumors of urgency

The blood-stained yellow sand soul returns

The moonlight is slanting tonight

Snowflakes are not yet due

Tonight, there are no tears

Green silk into snow hairpins

If you want to live, you can't die, like love and parting

Eventually, **** will understand this puzzle

Huangquan Biluo is divided into two places from now on

Memories of a thousand mountains and snow under the moon

It is to accompany each other in this life or to regret it in the next life

Why don't you understand this puzzle?

It was only when I suddenly looked back that I silently remembered it for a long time

The end of the world is only a shadow to whom

Huangquan Biluo is divided into two places from now on

Memories of a thousand mountains and snow under the moon

Moonlight is thin who pounds cold clothes

The soul of the end of the world returns to his hometown

There is no snow tonight, no sunshine, no joy or sorrow

The two sides looked at each other and the wind was fine

……

Just sing a few words, Jiang Mingfeng actually sang it all word for word.

Man Chen was startled in an instant, Shui Lingling's big eyes didn't blink, he looked at him stupidly, dumbfounded, and speechless in surprise.

Jiang Mingfeng's singing is like a warm wind blowing in winter to soothe everyone's hearts, and people can't help but feel a kind of warmth. It is also like the spring water flowing under the high mountain without any dust, which is pleasant to the ear, and it seems to let people see the beauty of nature, which can not help but make people feel refreshed.

Coupled with Jiang Mingfeng's rich poet's melancholy temperament, this song sounds even more pleasant.

In the sound of Lang Lang's reading, only the students in the last row could hear Jiang Mingfeng's lyrics, and Wang Ying, who was in the same row, widened her eyes in surprise and smiled: "Jiang Mingfeng sings so well, could it be that he also participated in the school celebration competition?" ”

"Yes, Jiang Mingfeng has participated in the school celebration competition, but he is partnered with Manchen, are you also interested?"

Wang Ying smiled slightly, Luosang looked at her in a daze, and asked softly, "Could it be you?" ”

"Well, I want to try it, I wonder if there is a chance, what are the conditions for registration?"

Luosang, who didn't care much about the school celebration, didn't know how to answer, and said with a wry smile: "Well, Manchen should know about this." ”

At this time, Manchen looked at Jiang Mingfeng seriously, and was completely taken into another world by him, very reluctant, and a little complicated.

"Manchen, someone called you." Jiang Mingfeng said with a wry smile, his white palm waving in front of Manchen's eyes.

Manchen woke up instantly, turned around and stared at Lausanne in a daze, Lobsang smiled bitterly: "I want to participate in this school celebration competition with Wang Ying, is there any place?" ”

"Well, each class can report three participating performances, if you participate, you are really lucky in the three groups, and the registration time has not passed."

After listening to Manchen's serious answer, Lausanne instantly blossomed, turned around and saw Wang Ying's equally happy expression, unconsciously, Lausanne felt that the decision to participate in the school celebration this time was so correct.

Manchen left his seat softly and came to the head teacher, learned that he could report to participate in the competition, and then sued Lausanne and Wang Ying as soon as possible.

"Luosang, Wang Ying, I have already reported the names of the two of you to the head teacher, you have decided to perform the show, rehearse carefully, and prepare for the competition at four o'clock this Sunday afternoon."

Now that his name has been reported, Lausanne decided to do his best to win the prize money with Wang Ying.

But the situation now is, how to perform, what is the program to perform?

"Lausanne, can you sing? For example, Chinese style? ”

Singing has always been Lausanne's weakness, typical of pentatonic insufficiency. Luosang broke out in a cold sweat and said with a wry smile: "I don't know how good I can sing, and I don't know how far away Jiang Mingfeng is." ”

Lausanne's face flushed with shame, and he continued: "Musically, I can only play instruments, not sing. ”

Wang Ying, who was still a little lost just now, instantly lit up, and the big eyes under the curved eyelashes flashed at Luosang, who looked at her in a daze, not knowing what she wanted to do.

"It doesn't matter if you can't sing, I can sing, can you play for me?"

"But we don't have any musical instruments in the classroom!"

"We can rehearse in the music room, although there are no music classes in the third year of high school, but there are in the first and second years of high school."

"Okay then, what type of song are you going to sing?"

"Eh, I want to sing a Chinese-style song, **** Rain's "Lover's Heart".

Rain's "Lover's Heart" is a classic and beautiful ancient song with strong love, the lyrics express the thoughts of lovers, and the beauty of the past can only be remembered, leaving half a heart for you. The music is gentle and soothing, giving people a quiet lovesickness. The rhythm is moderate, the lyrics are deep and intoxicating, and the ancient places that emerged in China are combined with a touch of sadness, and there is a different taste in the soft melody and intoxicating atmosphere.

""Lovers' Heart" is more difficult, do you really have no problem?"

This song has always been ranked in the top few of Baidu Kugou Music, not only because it is a Chinese-style song, but also because of its good singing skills.

This song is more difficult, but I didn't expect Wang Ying to smile slightly, looking very relaxed, "I'll try it, by the way, can you do a?" ”

"What, do you still want to increase the difficulty?"

"Well, under the sound of your flute, finish this song."

Lausanne was in a cold sweat, although he did know how to blow the flute, but the musical melody of "Lover's Heart" was not blown out if he wanted to, and he had to practice for a long time.

In the confusion, the two recalled the musical melody of "Lover's Heart" in their minds.

Turn the wind into rain and turn into spring towards you

Dreams are like sounds, dreams are like shadows, dreams are the palm prints of distant looks

Turned into smoke, mud, clouds, and drifted towards you

Thinking is like the sea, love is like a city, and thinking is the most unreachable

You ask how much beauty the West Lake water stole from her

Time is gone, and I no longer swear to anyone

You ask the Yangtze River water to wash away the sad taste

The remaining half of the lovers can't be recalled

Turn into a poem, turn into a pen, turn into a lamp, and write about you

Silently sighing at those deep words

Turn into a road, turn into a path, turn into love, and find you

Love, a dream, a longing, the most distant future

You ask how much beauty the West Lake water stole from her

Time is gone, and I no longer swear to anyone

You ask the Yangtze River water to wash away the sad taste

The remaining half of the lovers can't be recalled.

You ask how much beauty the West Lake water stole from her.

Time is gone, and I no longer swear to anyone.

You ask the Yangtze River water to wash away the sad taste.

The remaining half of the lovers can't be recalled.

Lovers' hearts, I and you are lovers, heart to heart, no one can call back, never separated.