VcR ended, Wang Xun, who was standing on Ding Ning's right, looked sideways at Ding Ning and said, "Ding Ning, are you ready?" ”

"Ready." Ding Ning said with a smile.

"Have faith?" Wang Xun asked again.

"Have faith!" Ding Ning raised his voice a little and waved his hand at the audience who were slightly agitated.

"Okay", Wang Xun faced the audience with a smile on his face: "Then let's enjoy Ding Ning's performance, his entry song is "When You Are Old". ”

"New song?"

Yuan Yunwen was stunned when she heard the name reported by Wang Xun.

She, Fang Guo and Jiang Yirong agreed that Ding Ning either sang "On the Shore of Lake Baikal", or sang "Nanshannan", or "Young Jinshi", but why did a "When You Are Old" pop up.

Her heart was even more worried, a new song that she had never heard before, which made her feel very uncertain.

"It's a new song, it's on his new album, I've seen the name." Fang Guo was also surprised that Ding Ning was going to sing a new song, but she was full of expectations.

The new song is good, maybe it's a surprise.

While Yuan Yunwen and Fang Guo were talking, Ding Ning on the stage had already begun to play the prelude, and Jiang Yirong, who was in the middle of the two, hurriedly held the hands of the two: "Stop talking, let's start." ”

The prelude is very clear, with piano accompaniment, coupled with Ding Ning's own guitar, which sets off a very tender and quiet atmosphere.

After the prelude, Ding Ning, who was immersed in playing the guitar, raised his head and slowly opened his eyes.

This scene fell in Fang Guo's eyes, feeling like a rising sun, slowly rising from the sea level, hitting her heart and making her heart swell with an inexplicable warmth.

"When you're old, your hair is gray, you're sleepy... Groggy..."

"When you are old and can't walk anymore, warm up by the fire and reminisce about the ...... of youth"

Ding Ning's singing voice was very soothing, and after just listening to two sentences, a very wonderful feeling rose in Fang Guo's heart.

It is difficult to describe a feeling, and the most intuitive feeling is that Ding Ning is obviously on stage, but it seems to be singing in a low voice in her ear, which causes her ears to be numb and indescribably comfortable.

was soothed by this soothing, and the nervousness in her heart that she was worried that Ding Ning would be eliminated in the first round also slowly dissipated, filling in a numb and soft feeling of her whole body.

In her mind, there was also a lazy and warm picture.

"He" sat on the chaise longue, while she sat on a small stool, resting on his knees, draped over a blanket, and slept peacefully with her eyes closed.

Next to it is the fire, which is booming.

The flame was like a mirror, as if it could reflect his and her cheeks, which was beautiful.

On the stage, Ding Ning's tone gradually rose, "How many people have loved your youthful and happy hours, admired your beauty, false or sincere." There is only one person who still loves your pious soul ......", and gradually lowered it again: "Love the wrinkles on your old face......"

In reverie, Fang Guo felt Jiang Yirong holding her hand and squeezing it gently.

Looking sideways, Jiang Yirong stared at Ding Ning on the stage very intently, his head shook slightly with Ding Ning's singing, and his intoxicated expression was like looking at his beloved boy.

"When you're old, your eyebrows are lowered, and the lights are dim."

"The wind blows, your news, this is the song in my heart."

Looking around at the other people around him, the people who were playing with their mobile phones just now all put away their mobile phones, whispering to each other, and they all quieted down, and everyone's expressions and movements were almost as concentrated as if they were carved out of a mold, all of them were affected by Ding Ning's singing alone.

The young woman sitting next to her, holding the child's small palm, clapped her hands gently, followed Ding Ning's singing voice in her mouth, humming softly, the child sitting in her arms had dark and bright eyes, and a smile on her face.

The two of them leaned on their cheeks, and the warm picture was matched with Ding Ning's singing, Fang Guo couldn't help but smile, and his heart was warm.

If Li Dalu absorbed the classical singing voice of bel canto singing and amazed everyone, then now, Ding Ning has infected everyone with his singing voice.

Not stunning, but attracting.

What is the real charm of the song?

Fang Guo couldn't say it, but she felt that at least it was definitely not the surprise brought by the show-off skills, it was only temporary.

Compared with Li Dalu, Ding Ning did not show particularly bright singing skills, but his singing voice like a whisper moved everyone present, which in Fang Guo's opinion, was much more powerful than Li Dalu.

It's time to turn on the lights.

She had a vague premonition in her heart.

She set her eyes on the mentor's seat, Xia Ziyan and Peng Shishi were whispering, Qiao Kun clasped his fists in front of his mouth and nodded from time to time with the melody, Wu Hongming, who always liked to sit sideways, sat upright.

It can be seen that the tutors appreciate Ding Ning's singing.

Turn on the lights.

Fang Guo also clenched Jiang Yirong's hand tighter.

It's a pity that a long interlude passed, but none of the tutors turned on the lights, and Fang Guo's brows furrowed.

It was difficult for her to understand why Ding Ning sang so well, why these mentors didn't turn on the lights.

Is it deaf?

On the stage, after the interlude, Ding Ning opened his mouth again, singing calmly, not disturbed by the actions of the tutors who did not turn on the lights: "How many people have loved your youthful and happy hours, admired your beauty, false or sincere." ”

"There is a man who still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face......"

Singing this, suddenly the tune changed, and when Ding Ning spoke again, the tone was the same as the previous soothing tactfulness: "I can't keep all the years, but the years keep me." ”

It was as if an autumn wind suddenly came, faintly bringing Wushan**, and Fang Guo smelled a breath of approaching.

Sure enough, the next moment, Ding Ning's tone showed mountain-like ups and downs: "The fragrance ~ fragrance that has never stayed for me is my ~ spring!" ”

The wonderful passage that shocked people's ups and downs like a sea of mountains and seas, and suddenly the audience applauded thunderously, and exclamations were everywhere.

Even, there were many people who couldn't help but stand up, first a small group, approaching the whole audience, that scene, Fang Guo's heart was surging.

At the same time, the lights of the four instructors on the stage lit up in unison.

"It's on, it's on!" If it doesn't light up, it's enough, and when it lights up, it will light up four times in a row, Fang Guo and Yuan Yunwen shouted and jumped up.

Jiang Yirong was also very excited, and the three of them screamed and hugged each other, ecstatic.

Fang Guo couldn't control it, his eyes were red with excitement, and tears flowed down his eyes.

A photographer on the stage hurriedly turned the lens and gave the lens to the three people.

The three of them, who were a little forgetful, hurriedly reined in, Jiang Yirong helped Fang Guo wipe away his tears, pulled Yuan Yunwen with his right hand, pulled Fang Guo with his left hand, and waved his hand at the camera.

At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind: "I'm going to be on TV." ”

This is the first time she has appeared on TV as an acting student.

On stage, Ding Ning was still singing warmly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "When you are old, your eyebrows are lowered, and the lights are dim......"

Many of the people present were already able to hum along, and many of their bodies swayed with Ding Ning's singing, like reeds on the shore being swept by the wind.

No one noticed the emaciated figure behind Ding Ning who was smiling unnaturally.

"The wind blows, your news, this is the song in my heart."

"When I'm old, I want to sing this song in my heart for you."

"Sing this song of your heart......"

(When you get old, there are many versions, and I wrote it as a prelude to Zhao Zhao's non-live version, with an adaptation of Li Jian's live version.) The last chapter before it was put on the shelf.,It's two chapters sent together.,The wrong version of what was just sent.,Re-send.,Forgive me.。 ）