On the stage, the young man in the plaid shirt sat on the edge of the stage so casually, holding the guitar in his arms, and his body swayed unrestrainedly and arbitrarily with the melody he played.

The scene was silent, the gods of the four mentors were full of anticipation, and the audience almost held their breath.

This scene was very different from when other singers sang, whether it was Meng Xing or the other students, when they took the stage and began to sing, as long as the accompaniment was accompanied, several instructors and fans in the audience could almost immediately hear what they were going to sing.

So whether it's familiar, or like, or for some other reason, there will inevitably be some noise on the scene, and often when the camera sweeps over, you can see the audience on the screen talking to each other.

But this is not the case at this time, whether it is the mentor host or the audience, almost everyone is listening attentively, even if they have not had Enron's previous songs, but since the last blind audition, they witnessed Enron's amazing performance on the spot or in front of the TV, and since listening to the song "Life with You" that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and evokes the memories of many people, everyone is now full of anticipation and patient listening.

In the quiet studio, the almost monotonous guitar music reverberates, and there is neither a gorgeous accompaniment nor a beautiful melody, but it is better than a clear rhythm, and the audience listens to it, but there is no irritability.

However, the expressions of the four mentors changed slightly, especially Chen Huan and Yu Yanqing, the gods became a little dignified at this time, and the two of them looked at each other as if they had a feeling, and they both saw the same meaning in each other's eyes.

Chen Huan has been in the music scene for decades, and his experience is far beyond ordinary people, while Yu Yanqing is younger, but he is a well-known composer in the Chinese music scene, and the two of them heard almost at the same time, in this simple melody, the hidden trace of vicissitudes and sighs.

This made Chen Huan a little surprised, this little singer is only seventeen years old, even a few years younger than his son, but from the emotions revealed by this song, it can be heard that there seem to be many stories hidden in his heart.

The first few sentences may sound like nostalgia for first love, but if it is just a lost relationship, it has such a thick and even slightly depressed Xiao Suo...... Some can't make sense, Chen Huan shook his head, simply didn't think about it, and continued to listen.

An Ran was unaware of the strangeness of several mentors, he hung his head slightly, although his eyes looked down at the audience, but his eyes were full of emptiness, completely immersed in the past and unbearable memories, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"That's the person I love so much

How do I express it?

Will she accept me

Maybe I'll never say that to her

I'm destined to wander the world

How can there be care

Dreams are always out of reach, and you should not give up

It's the rainy season again, chūn oh my god where are you......"

The lyrics like a narrative, the sigh like talking to himself, and the low and hoarse singing voice of An Ran, only use a few subtle changes in tone, but the helplessness of love and dreams is vividly interpreted.

At this moment, the mentor on the stage and the audience in the audience couldn't help but sigh infinitely, the past is gone, and it is no longer recallable.

Whether it is that innocent emotion or a dream hidden in the bottom of the heart, it is unbearable to be consumed, either completely left behind, or buried deep in the bottom of the heart, if it is not mentioned in this song, many people do not want to touch it at all.

Even when I listened to this song at this time, it was as if someone was tearing the scar in my heart, and what flowed out was not blood, but deep uneasiness.

Unless it is to gray hair, many people are unwilling to face the vows they made but have not fulfilled or even forgotten, at this moment, or ashamed, or ashamed, the studio is filled with a thick depression.

Even when some people were already feeling impatient, An Ran let the singing sound land smoothly, he raised his head slightly, took a deep breath in the audience's somewhat shocked gaze, and paused for a few seconds.

The audience was a little surprised, completely caught off guard, and An Ran suddenly bit out two accents, which made everyone at the scene shake violently.

"Green chūn -- like a rushing river, I can't come back and say goodbye, only the numb me is left without the blood of the year.

Look at the flowers floating in the sky, withering in the most beautiful moments, who will remember that she has been to this world......"

If it is said that because of the prelude just now, the audience who recalls the past is still struggling between reality and ideals, then at this moment, this high-pitched, unstoppable singing voice points out the reality mercilessly, and almost immediately penetrates people, and many people suddenly sit in their chairs completely weakly, their eyes are scattered, and they are silent for a long time.

"In the blink of an eye, many years have passed with joys and sorrows, and the young people who once aspired to the Quartet envied the Yan who flew south, and the figures of each of them rushed to the future and gradually drifted away, where is the ordinary future... Yes... Who gave me the answer......

The audience has become defenseless at this moment, shame or shame, this moment is all gone, let the singing in the ears drill into the bottom of their hearts, evoke more memories, more sentimentality, irrepressible sourness and helplessness, with the young man's singing, flowing freely in the chest.

"The people who accompanied me then, where are you now, the people I once loved, what are you like now

Did you get your wish? Do you have to pay tribute now? Let the years dry and the ideal can no longer find the real me.

Looking up at the starry sky, the one that accompanied me at that time, do you still remember the story here......

Life is like a ruthless carving knife, changing our appearance, will it wither before it blooms, I have had a dream-"

An Ran's high-pitched singing voice has not fallen for a long time, this large section of lyrics, sentence after sentence, slammed into the hearts of the audience one after another, and the meaning of the words has completely lost the euphemism just now, and it no longer guides the audience to recall the past, which is almost facing torture.

Memories that have been abandoned for a long time have emerged, and the audience at the scene has completely strained, and in the pictures on the screens on both sides of the stage, many people have closed their eyes and stubbornly twisted their heads, unwilling to look at the young man's suddenly sharp gaze, nor want to listen to these lyrics.

But no matter how to dodge, it can only be in vain, people's minds are blank, and their thoughts collide fiercely between ideals and reality, and they cannot stop for a long time.

When the chorus part sounded in the ears again, it was completely suppressed, and the bittersweet and bitter gushed together, and people let the tears flow across their faces......

"Qing chūn is like a rushing river, I can't come back and say goodbye, only the numb me is left without the blood of the year

Look at the flowers that float in the sky, withering at the most beautiful moments...... Did you get your wish? Do you have to pay tribute now? Let the years dry and the ideal can no longer find the real me...... Do you remember the story here......

As if a long time had passed, the young man's singing voice finally gradually deepened, and he whispered softly, "...... If there is a tomorrow, bless your dear ......"

There was silence, there was almost no sound in the studio, An Ran put away the end note, but he was reluctant to open his eyes for a long time, his breathing was a little short, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

This song "Old Boy" sang almost all his strength, for Father An, for Uncle Liang, for the dreams of the two, for the tribute to himself in his previous life, and for everyone......

How many people can look back and face their former selves, and the dreams and vows that have long been forgotten, just like the question that almost everyone cried: If you were asked to travel back ten years ago, what would you most like to do?

Not everyone can have such good luck as Enron and be able to do it all over again, and the vast majority of people in this world can only have deep regrets in the end.

After a long time, An Ran slightly restrained his breath and looked into the microphone, "Maybe we have learned to silently accept the ordinary and numb, learned to coldly witness the distortion and deformation of life, as well as the vulgarity, and have become accustomed to kneeling forward and crawling life, but the more this is the case, the more we can't forget the precious dream that we once had, has been buried in our hearts, and still can't let go of until now......"

Backstage, the on-site director has taken off the headset, looked at the monitor, covered his mouth, his face trembled slightly, his eyes were red, although the picture was silent, his ears seemed to be able to hear a continuous choking ......;