For the audience in the bar, Bai Chan's singing seems to pull them into their own memories and dreams.

Many people say that a bar is a place to find fun, but many more people will say that a bar is a place of sadness.

There may be a lot of love at first sight and irresponsible nights/romances here every day, but this is more of a place for sad people to buy drunk and heal.

As the place with the most cultural and young people in Dongcheng District, the people who like to stay here all afternoon, they have always felt that they are carrying the shackles of a world, the pressure of life, the pressure of work, and the responsibility of family always make them lose themselves, so they like to numb their tired souls with alcohol here.

And among them, which one has never heard or spoken a pious vow, and which one has not had an unforgettable past of his own.

And at this moment, Bai Chan turned his singing voice into a heart-cutting knife, allowing them to see once again whether there were bloody holes in their hearts. Let them ask themselves, where are you now, and if you are happy! also sang the feelings in their hearts, unspeakable bitterness, really bitterness!

At this moment, the song is like a knife! But it also comforts the tired and empty but always suppressed hearts of this group of people.

How can such an impact not make them fascinated.

The people who were silent in the song forgot about the loss of time, and sang bitterly and sadly about his lost past with Bai Chan.

But time will always pass, Bai Chan sang the last sentence in an almost suffocating whimper: I lost you!

The poignant melodies, the sad words, and the imperfect singing voice because of the slight whimpering voice brought them a dream that they could not wake up from.

A classic golden song "Mo" told the most bitter song to the audience, taking away everyone's hearts!

The singing has just stopped, the melody has just ended, but the bar that should have been noisy is still silent, it seems that this sense of disobedience should be the truest portrayal of this moment.

Even many old faces, male or female, left sad weepings one by one, like Bai Zen who was silent in the memory of two lines of tears.

Only the boss and Tong Ershao who saw the green bag beauty staring at Bai Chan's eyes secretly cursed, Xiaosan, you are a dog calf, you always sing such a sexy song, and the girls will not all revolve around you in the future......

On this evening in Yanjing, the sunset only goes, and the sunset disappears.

In the previous life, this song "Mo", which was made by Mr. Gao Zuò, arranged by Qian Lei, written by Yin Yue, and then adapted by Asian superstar Jay, is now sung by Bai Chan Benxin, bringing supreme enjoyment to this group of lucky listeners in the rainy night bar, a musical dream journey that tortures the soul.

It didn't take long for the discordant calm to fade away with the sound of wine, and then there was a frenzied cheer.

For them who don't know how to express their mood at the moment, whether they are men or women, they should float and use alcohol to extinguish the heat that they can't roar in their hearts.

Bai Chan stopped his voice for a long time, looked at his friends who were silent in the singing, sighed lightly, and wiped the tears on his cheeks for Wan'er with his hand.

This time he invested in the feelings of his past and present lives, and he had done the best of the moment in his grasp of the lyrics and songs, although the unbearable whimpering made the voice slightly flawed, but this is not an album and a recording studio, no one cares.

And his brighter and calmer singing voice did not stain this classic golden song.

Every singer will be happy because of people's recognition, and the joy and moving of the crowd in front of him at this moment made Bai Chan more determined to take the singer's road well and go to glory.

Ji Baichan grabbed the microphone and asked softly:

"A song of silence, for you today, do you like it?"

is such a good song that can only be seen in classic albums, how can anyone say that they don't like it. So the crowd shouted in unison:

"Like, Encore!"

There is no one who likes to sing who doesn't like to hear the audience shout encore, just like the little monster that Ultraman abuses every day, this is every recognition in their lives.

This is obviously what Bai Chan wants.

"A song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold", for you!"

The Houhai Band also knew that they had prepared two songs tonight, so after Bai Chan turned his head to signal, another unfamiliar and rather ancient melody sounded, drifting into the crowd, making them involuntarily quiet.

And at this moment, the more fanatical reporter Xiao Wu in the crowd has no way to sink down to enjoy, his voice recorder bites in his mouth and keeps facing the stage, holding the transcript with one hand, and dancing wildly with the pen in the other, at this moment his eyes are no longer Bai Chan, but the editor-in-chief's excited praise, promotion and salary increase, marrying a wife and buying a house, and making steady progress.

This is not his simple meaning, the phone has been called to the editor-in-chief on the way just now, and the old thing who always scolds him with a bitter face on weekdays is also laughing on the phone, so that he must prepare the news materials this time, it is best to strive to give Ji Baichan an interview, and find him to report the expenses, ask someone to give people, ask for money to give money!

He knew that he might not be the only reporter who had heard the news tonight, but there would be no one faster and more complete than him. Sometimes, one step ahead is a win. Even if someone is faster than him, it is also the first-hand big news that will be sold every day, and a terrible classic has already been heard, can the other one be worse? And he himself was the biggest contributor tonight.

He was extremely glad that he had a friend who liked to stay here with nothing to do, and even just wanted to thank his eighth-generation ancestors, even though he hadn't bothered to look for him for so long.

Without leaving much time for Xiao Wu to reverie, Bai Chan's second song had already begun.

The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world

The dream is cold, tossing and turning, and there are several love debts

If you acquiesce, life and death are withered, etc

Waiting for the rings of the year

Whether a song is pleasing to the ear is in the melody and rhythm, whether a song is suitable for singing is in the lyrics.

Listening to this song in the ears of a professional maker like Tao Le, I suddenly felt a burst of antique poetry rushing to my face, and this is another sad love song.

Each lyric not only fits the rhyme, but the rhyme is rare and neat, but it does not deliberately rhyme and make the lyrics seem jerky, but makes him feel that this is a classical love story, so dry, waiting hopelessly year after year, and paying tribute to whose love!

At this moment, he who understands music is eager to know whether this story has been recorded in the history books, and how Bai Chan has such a thick foundation of words and poems, which is simply unbelievable, although he told himself again and again that Ji Bai Chan is different from all the musicians he has seen before, he is like a visitor from outside the world.

The Futu Tower broke a few layers and broke someone's soul

The pain went straight to a mountain gate that collapsed in pain

Let me wait, history turns

……

A lyric, a piece that seems to be pouring out the tragedy of history and the destruction of love by war, makes all the listeners sink into the world sung by Bai Zen again. The silence in the bar except for the singing and accompaniment was strange to anyone at the moment, and to disturb such an outpouring of sorrowful love in history would be to whip his own humanity, if he had loved it.

Together, they saw the dilapidated Luoyang City that was stored in the history books, and saw the infatuated man who was hurt for love and lost his hair as a nun. Maybe they haven't read it, they haven't heard the Luoyang Jialan Chronicle, but they clearly understand the destruction of time by war from the world created by the song, this is a love song, it is a dry wait that cannot see hope, and it is a hopeless prospect in reincarnation. It is not just a love song, but a helpless outpator of protest against the war.

A few strokes of history books cannot write the sorrow and happiness, sorrow and affection of all beings. A few simple lines of words left behind the brutal war, the rise and fall of dynasties, but forgot the life that is enough to sing sadly.

Forget the dilapidated mountain gate of this Jialan Temple, the silent cry and the despair that can't wait!

On this ordinary night in Yanjing, people in the bar on a rainy night know that there is a kind of cold, called the cold of fireworks.

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Fang Wenshan's big words, I and other mortals are not convinced, so we can only raise the pen and worship. And he actually reads online articles...... is still a fan of Tang 7 Gongzi, the female god, and Xiao Jiu is also drunk.

If you still like this book, take it! Take it! Please add this book to the shelf......