Sophomores have experienced the last campus singer competition, and they have never seen students who write and write themselves participate, at least not on this campus, and the first time freshman students watch the campus singer competition, it is also the first time they have seen someone write and write themselves.

What does it mean to write your own book?

Professional! Can't such a professional singer enter the finals? Then there must be a shady scene!

Li Fumeng didn't expect that he plagiarized a song, which immediately made the audience preconceived to identify with him, at least before he sang it, many people had quietly and unconsciously identified with him, of course, there were also many people who disdained him.

After the audience was quiet, Li Fumeng took a deep breath and began to play the prelude.

This song is a folk style, warm and sad and tear-jerking, Li Fumeng thinks that he can't sing Zhao Zhao's very charm, but it is still certain to imitate five or six points.

After the warm and soothing guitar prelude, Li Fumeng sang loudly: "When you are old, your hair is gray, you are sleepy, when you are old, you can't walk, you take a nap by the fire, and remember the ...... of youth"

With the singing, the audience was suddenly so quiet that it was audible, and only Li Fumeng's low and lingering voice was resounding.

On the judges' seat, several teachers were shocked at the same time, looked at each other, and showed appreciation in their eyes, this student is good, the prelude is quite stable, the main song conforms to the prelude, there is no problem with the melody, it can be called perfect, but the singing skills are still to be discussed, but self-writing can have this level, it can be described as amazing, even if it is their own proud protégé, it is difficult to write a song of this level.

Especially the teachers who have experienced the world, they have a deeper understanding of the meaning of the lyrics, which are extremely beautiful and have a poetic feeling, which actually makes people feel a kind of resonance in their hearts, reminding them of those who have walked in their memories......

A male teacher in his early forties lowered his head and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, not because the student sang so touchingly, but because he was too deeply involved, remembering the girl who was willing to listen to his ghost crying wolf and singing, and now he doesn't know where he is.

Insiders listen to the doorway, laymen listen to the excitement.

Students or a very small number of people are moved by the lyrics, and most of them are still attracted by the soothing and low melody, and the singing echoes in the small playground, making people feel comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

“…… When I'm old, my eyebrows are lowered, the lights are dim, the wind blows, your news, this is the song in my heart, and when I'm old, I really hope that this song is sung to you. ”

The singing faded down, leaving only the guitar to play the outro.

The activity room was extremely quiet, until Li Fumeng put down the guitar and bowed to the audience, the first applause sounded, and then the applause was like a wave of sensations, whistling and applause mixed together, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

Several of Zhang Cheng's relatives and friends roared happily together: "Beast, good job!" ”

Liu Qingzhong pulled the buddy on the side, and said loudly without seeing who he was: "Do you see it, the guy who sings is my buddy, and we have a dormitory." ”

The buddy who was pulled by him said angrily: "Brother Zhong, he is also my classmate." ”

Liu Qingzhong took a closer look, only to find that it was a classmate in the dormitory next door, and smiled wryly, "Yes, yes, it's all of us, hahahaha." ”

Lin Yunan was helping in the background, and was stunned for a long time after listening to it, "The song that this guy wrote and wrote by himself is so beautiful?" ”

Xiao Xiaoxiao was in the crowd, she passed the preliminaries on Wednesday night, and saw Li Fumeng walking into the backstage with a guitar on his back, his eyes were full of stars, Wen Jing clapped her hands on the side, leaned over and said, "Your boyfriend sings really well." ”

Xiao Xiaoxiao's heart jumped, "Boyfriend?" "Bow your head and fall into contemplation, in fact, a bad man is really good, he is good at basketball, and he has a business mind, he started his own business in his freshman year, and now he sings so well, it seems that he is qualified to be a boyfriend...... If there is no Xu Cunxin?

On the judges' seat, several teachers clapped their hands rarely, and those who were talented in the music department were open-minded and sincerely applauded, and they clapped a few times with a slightly narrow-minded heart and put down their hands.

The teacher who was moved before looked at the program list in his hand and began to score quietly.

Four teachers, six students, a total score of 100 points, a few minutes later, the host came to the stage to announce Li Fumeng's score: "Li Fumeng, singing and writing his own songs, remove a top score of 10 points, remove a minimum score of 8.3 points, and finally score 78 points." ”

Li Fumeng walked backstage, and Lin Yunan gave himself a slap, "Okay, you beast, you can't hide it deeply!" Li Fumeng had no choice but to laugh and say: "I wrote it by chance, it's a fluke, just don't laugh." ”

The stage began to announce tonight's singing rankings, not surprisingly, the handsome guy who sang won the first place tonight, Li Fumeng heard his name, and narrowly ranked fifth, slightly disappointed, originally thought that he should be second or third no matter what, although his singing skills are slightly poor, but this song is definitely not bad, it should not be difficult to get a second or third place, but the result is the fifth place.

"Li Fumeng, someone is looking for you." Li Fumeng was packing up the electric box guitar, Lin Yunan shouted from behind, and looked back to find that it was a strange middle-aged man...... No, it seems to be one of the judges, called Yang Qingfeng?

The middle-aged man stepped forward and took the initiative to introduce himself: "Hello, my name is Yang Qingfeng, I am a teacher in the music department, and I am also one of the judges of this campus singer competition. ”

Sure enough, it's a judge, why did he come to him? Li Fumeng put down his guitar and greeted politely: "Hello Mr. Yang, is there anything wrong?" ”

Yang Qingfeng squinted his eyes and smiled, "You really wrote it yourself?" ”

Li Fumeng chuckled in his heart, could it be that he was heard by professionals, he came to slap me in the face? That's not good, for that A-level task, you have to slap your swollen face and pretend to be fat! "I wrote it myself, do you have any advice, Mr. Yang?"

Sure enough, Yang Qingfeng said with a smile: "The writing is good, but there are some problems with the guitar accompaniment, and there are some slight flaws in the handling of the melody, and there is still some room for improvement, of course, the most important thing is the singing skills." ”

Really come to slap your face, Li Fumeng sighed, Yang Qingfeng Teacher Yang, you are a professional, can you not be like us little shrimps, besides, this song is really plagiarized by yourself, and the guitar accompaniment is also picked up by yourself, and it will definitely not be as perfect as the guitar accompaniment of the original song, as for the melody, it is already good to be able to imitate seven or eight points at your own level.

smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, you are a professional, what you said will definitely not be wrong." ”

Yang Qingfeng laughed, "The kid is still not convinced? ”

Li Fumeng scratched his head, "Don't dare." ”

"Hahaha, don't be presumptuous, there are still a lot of outstanding points." Yang Qingfeng smiled kindly and took out a business card, "This is my business card, you keep it, if you are interested in bringing the guitar and the song sheet to me at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, we can figure out this song again, and strive to go to the next level." ”

What rhythm?