Offstage, Chu Xiyan remembered who Mo Yu was, she saw Mo Yu and recognized it at a glance, this is the person she invited to participate in the freshman ceremony in September this year!

"This is the author of Zhuxian?"

Chu Xiyan didn't believe it, she just thought that Mo Yu might be good at singing, but she didn't expect that she actually knew the author of Zhuxian?

There was a little doubt in her heart, but she asked a lot of people, and they all said that Mo Yu was the author of Zhuxian, so Chu Xiyan had to believe it!

All of a sudden, Chu Xiyan didn't know what it was like in his heart, excited? Doubt? Or happy? Excited?

Not to mention Chu Xiyan, he is on stage at this moment.

The moderator has left.

The next stage is Mo Yu alone.

He took a deep breath, then walked over to the microphone and plucked his guitar lightly.

"It's cloudy outside the window."

"The music is quiet."

"My heart is starting to miss you."

The voice was slow, with a sense of sadness.

With the spread of the audio, the venue was much quieter in an instant, and few people continued to speak, all listening to Mo Yu singing.

This is the famous music of the singer Zhang Xueyou, the album released by Xueyou on September 26, 2001, and it is also the hottest song at the moment.

But there are a lot of songs that can be sung, but very few can be sung well.

Because this song not only needs to be whispered, but also needs to be integrated into a feeling, if you don't experience some emotional trauma, or if you haven't experienced too many things, it is difficult for ordinary young people to sing well.

Even if you have good singing skills, you can only get seven or eight points, and it is absolutely impossible to get nine or ten points, because the lack of that little bit of emotional integration will affect the overall change.

But Mo Yu chose this music.

Because there is a story in my mind, it seems to be dusty, and I can only vaguely remember the scattered memory pictures, and I can't remember all of it.

It's just that the original owner of this body, once upon a time, met a girl, one who left an indelible mark in his heart, but was forgotten by the original owner of this body.

This is unspeakable perseverance and courage, and it is also hurt to the extreme, otherwise, it is impossible to forget jì!

Only when it hurts unforgettable, will you forget it! will selectively forget jì, Mo Yu doesn't know what happened to this qiē, but he can feel that sometimes he sings love songs, and that kind of picture will appear in his mind.

Let your feelings become very low.

This is definitely not good for individuals, because people are in a sad or uncomfortable situation for a long time, and they will give many things, and emotional injuries seem invisible, but they are extremely deadly.

But for sad flow singers, this kind of emotional sadness is something that many people can't envy, and music that is integrated into feelings is the real music.

Mo Yu sang quietly.

"The marshmallow in my mouth melted."

"My heart is starting to miss you."

"The phone rang."

"You're going to speak."

"I thought you missed me again."

"Why is your voice getting cold?"

"You've changed."

"You've changed."

Whispering, gentle, with a kind of indifferent sadness, the lyrics do not mention people and things, but just tell one thing, from their own point of view, to tell a few small things.

When you are sad, you will read the lyrics, and when you are sad, your mind will become very sensitive, and you will observe some things that you can't find in your daily life.

Mo Yu sang and sang.

I don't know why, but I feel a kind of sadness welling up from my heart.

That image came to mind again.

There are a few weeds on both sides, a road that doesn't look good in the past, and a train track not far away.

A girl in a white dress walked slowly, and she followed behind, walking slowly.

There was no sound, not even the insects made any sound.

The weather is hot, but I don't feel a little heat in my heart, like a qiē, it seems very sad.

The girl crossed the track.

Walk slowly on your own.

Ding Ding Ding!

A crisp sound sounded, it was the sound of an alarm.

A teenager with a gray shoulder bag on his back stood there, a bar blocking his walk.

After a while, a train swept by, obscuring the qiē in front of him.

On the train, there are silent passengers, passengers with children, passengers who are making instant noodles, and passengers who are looking outside without saying a word.

Not a long train, left in a few minutes.

Look at the front again!

Except for a few bicycles and motorcycles waiting to come over, the girl in the white dress has disappeared.

The gust of wind blows, as if there is a jasmine fragrance, but the surrounding grass is overgrown, how did the jasmine come from?

The screen ends!

Mo Yu felt a little pain in his heart, felt that his eyes were a little moist, and was awakened by his own music.

"The lights went out."

"The music is still."

"I can't stop the tears."

"It's raining."

"People are unhappy."

"My heart really hurts."

Little by little, the slow melody sounded.

After being silent for a while, Mo Yu's voice slowly sounded again.

"The phone is ringing again."

"You're going to speak."

"I thought you missed me again."

"Why is your voice getting cold?"

"You've changed."

"You've changed."

"The lights went out."

"The music is still."

"I can't stop the tears."

"It's raining."

"People are unhappy."

"My heart really hurts."

The faint sound swirl continued to permeate, and although the sound had stopped, the music was still there, as if reluctant to give up.

It tells a sad piece of music.

More than 10,000 people in the audience!

There were many cries.

A girl, covering her face and crying in a low voice, was comforted by the sister next to her.

A man secretly touched his tears, but his eyes were red, but the tears on his face could not be hidden!

The story is reluctant!

The music fades and falls.

Rest!

One qiē and one qiē are still.

Mo Yu stopped singing and looked at everyone, looking very calm.

At this time, he realized that two of the four judges actually cried, and the other two also looked a little different.

He looked at this qiē in silence.

Quietly watching this qiē.

Full!

It was surprisingly quiet!

Incredibly quiet.

A piece of music that many people have heard, but as Mo Yu sang it like this, it reminded many people of the pain in their hearts.

There was a little silence.

All of a sudden!

Whoa!

The thunderous applause rang out little by little, little by little, little by little.

There were more than 10,000 people in the audience, including the judges, including the people standing outside!

Little by little, the applause was very loud.

Such applause can be heard from hundreds of meters away.

Some people are crazy to slap when their hands hurt.

Not for anything else, just because of this song! Just because of this one piece of music that touched them.

"Thank you."

Mo Yu spoke up, and he bowed to everyone!

After the applause stopped, three or four minutes passed, and the first judge on the left was the head of the school's sound department.

"Mo Yu, your voice is very good, but people with good voices, I have seen a lot, you are better than them, fortunately, you integrate your feelings into singing music, you understand better than them, what music is, what music is, so I give you ten."

I didn't hesitate to take out 10 points!

The second judge, who is also a department chair, is the head of the broadcasting department, that is, the broadcasting media department.

"Actually, I've heard this music many, many times, and I don't dare to say that your song is better than the original, but at least, you've reached the same level as the original! You are integrated into the feelings, you also understand the meaning of this song, music is a very strange thing, he has two meanings, one is simple music on the surface, good, and the other is a story, a story that needs to be discovered slowly, you are very good, I will give you ten! ”

The second judge also gave 10 points.

The third judge was the one who was moved by this music, she looked at Mo Yu and said.

"Music, what really contains is a kind of story, the singer is the one who tells the story, you tell the story clearly, this is the basic skill, if you can make the story tell your own emotions, then you have succeeded, so I give 10 points."

The third ten!

The audience was boiling again, while looking forward to the fourth judge.

The fourth one was not the head teacher, but the vice president of the student union, she thought about it, picked up the microphone and said, "I don't know what to say, but I want to ask everyone!" How many points do you give, please! ”

She said loudly.

The atmosphere exploded in an instant!

"Ten points! Very! Very! Very! ”

"Ten points! Very! Very! Very! ”

"Strongly give 10 points!"

"Do you have to give 10?"

"If you don't give ten points, I'll be in a hurry with you."

"Ten points, ten points."

The audience unanimously demanded ten points, and the atmosphere exploded, shouting ten points one after another!

Asking for 10 points!

"That's good! According to everyone's request, I will give you ten points! ”

The last judge also gave 10 points!

Forty points!

Out!

In the top 16 PK competition, Mo Yu is basically undoubtedly promoted, and maybe it may even be the first place!

Score first!

Mo Yu bowed, and then left the stage.

Forty out of forty.

It's beyond imagination.

In the background, many people came to congratulate Mo Yu, and there were many passers-by who had just turned fans and came to ask for autographs.

Wang Lun, Xu Zijian, Zhou Qian, and Shen Mengyao were even more smiling, congratulating Mo Yu on his success again.

The ending is not important, Mo Yu got the first place, the score was first, and the second place was only 38 points, and no one reached Mo Yu's Cheng dù.

And this matter has also spread wildly in the school.

"Have you seen Zhu Xian? I am in school, and I am also very good at singing, and I am the god of song in our school. ”

"It's true that Zhuxian is from our school, but you definitely don't know that he has been signed by several record companies!"

"What? Do you know that the author of Zhuxian is millions a month? There are several school girls in our school, pestering him every day. ”

"Mo Yu? Mo Yu, my brother. ”

(The third one will be sent!) Brothers and sisters! Recommended Ticket! Anything else? ）

(Thanks to Brother Qin Ming, Brother Hao Ming, Tutu all the way, and several classmates for their support~~~Thank you~)