Well, Ren Qian really couldn't stand the fuss of this group of people.

But several judges didn't notice the dissatisfaction in Ren Qian's expression, and they were still immersed in surprise and joy.

"Hey, handsome guy, I heard that on the New Year's Day, there will be local tyrants throwing money, right? Stuff a lot of money in a small red paper bag and throw it at passers-by?"

"Do you even ordinary people wear high-end silk? Silk is such an expensive thing......"

Ren Qian: "......"

What is this stuff...... He understands that this is definitely a false rumor, the first one is probably a red envelope, and the second one is probably a long watch... Chinese people spend a lot of money, so they take it for granted.

However, Ren Qian didn't want to explain more, he nodded, which was regarded as acknowledging the local tyrant atmosphere of the imperial people.

This time, it caused another exclamation.

"Your country is really fascinating."

"I also want to go to a country like that, with high-end luxury silk clothes and all kinds of food, except for the music, everything else is great."

……

"Our country has poor music? No, no, you haven't seen our real music, our country's musicians, who are fluent in instruments from all over the world, who can even fill in the lyrics in multiple languages, whose music doesn't stick to one form. ”

"Isn't it? That's what I hear the most......"

The male judge learned to sing an old-fashioned song and then grimaced.

Ren Qian just looked at him coldly, this guy was so angry at the strength of the Huaxia Empire, so he seized this point to find a sense of superiority.

"Give me a guitar, I need that saxophone to have a little solo, warm country style, well, you have a solo ...... with nostalgia and longing for your hometown"

Ren Qian didn't say much, this was originally a trial singing, not formal singing. But he didn't mind blinding these people.

The black man who played the saxophone was stunned for a moment, and then closed his eyes slightly, missing his relatives and the fragrant golden wheat fields of his hometown~

The whining sound came in a curling voice, not the sighing and tragic kind of bell ringing the signal to go home, but often going home to see, the little excitement of going home to see, the little sweetness, and the elegant tone of the saxophone, so that the listener couldn't help but feel homesick.

The song he was going to sing. It must be a shocking classic, this song is a masterpiece of country song, and it has influenced a generation of American imperialists.

Even, this song influenced not only the American imperialists, but also Europe, Japan, the heavens... Toward.

In my previous life, I don't know how many singers covered this song "Take...... Me…… Home…… Country…… Roads", while in the cover version. Among them, Lisa Ono's cover version is more famous and charming.

‘almost… heaven… west…… virginia～

Paradise West Virginia~

blue… ridge… mountains… shenandoah…… river～

Little Blue Bridge ~Shenandor River~'

Ren Qian closed his eyes and brewed emotions for a moment, in fact, it was like a paradise in West Virginia. The small blue bridge, the Shenandor River, is everyone's dreamy childhood hometown.

It's the most beautiful place in the world.

Even when you get older, you have walked through thousands of mountains and rivers. You have seen the white scenery, the holy place in your heart, and there is only one Shangri-La in your heart - that is your hometown.

There is a clear creek. There are jumping shrimp crawling slowly at the bottom of the stream, small white fish scurrying in the water, snails sliding a wet path in the soft soil, and a group of bare-footed children playing in the water......

That place is always full of laughter, never a trace of worldliness, it is the beauty of the depths of your heart, every time you think of it, it will carve a curled corner of your mouth.

And Ren Qian's voice this time is very layered, like a stone thrown into the calm Walden, causing the white swan to flap its wings happily, causing the philosopher's contemplative face to wrinkle on the surface of the lake, blending with the green aquatic plants at the bottom of the lake.

Ethereal and distant, deep into the soul, the gentle friction of the vocal cords, like wave after wave of green ripples, pounced on the tired souls of the judges, washing ......

Re-wash ......

‘life… is… old… there…… older…… than… the…… 🔥 Life is older than trees~

younger…… than…… the…… mountains～

Younger than the mountain~

growin…… like… a…… breeze～

Grow like a breeze~'

This picture scroll slowly unfolds with Ren Qian's obsessive voice, it is not only lyrics, but also a perception of life, the lyricist uses his unique perspective and poetic language to describe the beauty of the countryside.

At the same time, it also left countless reveries.

‘country… roads… take… me…… home～

The country road took me home~

to…… the… place…… i…… belong～

To where I belong~

west…… virginia…… mountain…… momma～

West Virginia~

take…… me…… home…… country…… roads~Country Roads Take Me Home~'

This paragraph is even more charming, charming not only the lyrics, but the soothing and romantic melody, that romance exists in Ren Qian's hand plucking the strings, in Ren Qian's vibrating vocal cords, and in the memory of every listener.

This song is like a string, shaking your dusty memories, making all the good things in your memories gush out like a sweet spring, healing the acne and scars left by your walk in the turbid world.

Several judges, the band next to them, and the staff in the back, both men and women, closed their eyes and listened to the dreamlike music.

They dare to say that the most beautiful music they have ever encountered in their lives is this song!

It's really in... Chinese music? Is this really the poetry of that country? It's beautiful, it's just beautiful!

Although the ground inside belongs to their country, they have good reason to believe that it was only installed so that they can understand it better...... They had long heard that the great heavens ...... Dynasty, the land is vast, the people are outstanding, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent......

Creak! What a desirable country~

‘all…… my…… memories…… gather…… round…… her～

All the meetings revolve around it~

miners…… lady…… stranger…… to…… blue…… water~miners、Blue river~

dark…… and…… dusty…… painted…… on…… thesky～

The sky is filled with dust~

misty…… tasteof…… moon…… shine～

The hazy smell in the moonlight~

tear…… drops…… in…… my…… eyes～

My eyes are full of tears~'

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Ren Qian finished singing slowly, like pouring a double intoxicating tequila into everyone, with the taste of his hometown, with a hint of the fragrance of wildflowers, with the smell of the river in his hometown, with the frog chirping that he had heard in the wheat field, and with the heavy rain that had been pouring down, the floodgates of memory were instantly rushed open~

You can't help but smile on your cheeks.

There is a kind of good music that melts the listener's heart, and there is a kind of unfinished meaning, which is called the lingering sound.

When the last guitar sound was swept away, the small house burst into applause.

"Sing like heaven!"

"I dare to say that none of my country's star singers have such beautiful songs and sing them in my heart."

"You will definitely become an idol singer in the hearts of all Americans, and you will become a confidant of every nostalgic person!"

"The champion of this festival is none other than you, oh my God, he is a medium... This will go down in history. ”

"It's ridiculous, our singers are still laughing at their music for being old-fashioned, but they don't know that their singers have been able to write such beautiful songs, and it seems that no matter where they are, this country is worth catching up with."

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PS: Listening and writing at the same time, I'm dying of sweetness when I write. It's a good song~

Thank you for reading~ (To be continued.) )