Ah Yue, this cold wind is biting, and diligence is a good career, I really like it too much. is worthy of Ye Lang, every time he sings, he gives people a feeling of baptism. "The hot chicken was excited at this point.

Zhang Yue is also from the bottom, and his family background is average, among these people, Wu Sige and Pan Shuai are people who have not suffered much since childhood, and they naturally will not understand what is called the biting bones in the cold wind, and how to call diligence a good career.

When the audience heard this sentence, their hearts fluctuated.

Some people remember when they were children, when they passed by the side of the road and heard nursery rhymes, they were still a little kid who had just entered the first grade, at that time, their parents were still working in the farmland, and they could only get a little meager income every day, and the family always said, you have to study hard, but the dilapidated school is very cold, and in winter, the cold wind can pierce several walls.

Some people think of the sound of the sprinkler truck, every time they pass by, the sound of the sprinkler is their childhood, accompanied by that sound, as well as their parents, their grandparents.

……

Suddenly, the music suddenly stopped, and the tempo became bright, bright, not harsh.

"It was raining lightly on the day I left, so I chose to get up early in order to hurry

There was a fog in the mountains, and I passed by the tomb of a poet and showed me where to go

……

Then I have to step up my pants, and I have the Yamashiro brand on my back. ”

Ye Lang's lyrics are always so direct and simple, using the technique of white description of literary scenes, which is not inconsistent at all, and in just a few sentences, it can always outline that sense of picture.

At this time, there was a young man with a bag in everyone's eyes, and behind him was his good brother seeing him off, and when he saw him off, the song "Orchid Grass" that he heard every day floated in his ears.

"Yes, that's great."

"I like it too."

Hot Chicken and Zhang Yue nodded repeatedly.

"Go down the hill and go down the hill, the forest path is marked

Listen hard and take hard, wave goodbye to good brothers

The ground is the bed and the sky is the bed, and the young man is not afraid of the grass and trees

The sun is the bell and the moon is the bow, don't forget that there is a cold winter in the thatched hut"

At this moment, Ye Lang's voice became high-pitched, as if he was about to pour out his blood, not to break Loulan's oath not to return, and not to return to his hometown without gaining fame.

At this moment, Pan Shuai's eyes were filled with tears.

"I remember when I went to study abroad, it was really hard...... The earth is the bed and the sky is the pavement, and the young man is not afraid of the withered grass and trees......"

Zhang Yue's face showed an indescribable feeling, "The sun is the bell and the moon is the bow, don't forget that there is a cold winter in the thatched house, it's wonderful!" That's the lyrics! ”

The audience at the scene was full of goosebumps.

But Ye Lang didn't want to give them any respite yet.

"Baojun stepped on the thorn in his life

Rouge sprinkled all over Twilight Valley

He follows Ling Yunzhi every day

Dare to laugh at Huang Chao not husband"

At this moment, everyone was silent.

Even Wu Sige, who has always been cold and doesn't have any good feelings for Ye Lang and just wants to take advantage of Ye Lang's popularity, has grown his mouth at this time, as if to say, "This is still a fart, you are at this level, why are you still here to compete!" ”

The audience heard the stubborn taste in Ye Lang's songs, heard the tenacious and unyielding spirit, and heard the dream of returning to his hometown.

"I really don't know how to describe his performance, these four sentences, absolutely amazing! It's so handsome! ”

Hot Chicken fidgeted, he stood up now, still trembling all over, hadn't had a song in a long time moved him so much.

He remembered that he played music when he was young, and he was poor Jingle Bell, at that time, for him, going down the mountain in Ye Lang's lyrics was the only way out, and only when he had eaten a full meal could he have the opportunity to play music better.

If he follows Ling Yunzhi day by day, he dares to laugh at Huang Chao not being a husband, the hot chicken is amazed again and again, and the whole person tenses his nerves.

If he hadn't realized that he was a judge, he would have yelled excitedly.

The original intention of orchid grass, over the years, the hot chicken has not forgotten it. When he left Taiwan Island, he knew that the orchid grass in his heart was still there, and only when the orchid grass became a brocade dress, he would be excited to return to his hometown, reunite with his parents, and drink with his friends.

That's life.

"Ye Lang, what have you been through?" Hot Chicken sighed slowly in his heart.

He understood this feeling, he suddenly remembered the entertainment industry, remembered that Ye Lang curved to save the country, and the way to enter the entertainment industry was to intervene as an anchor, this way suddenly made the hot chicken blush.

The same Huai Cai is not met, Ye Lang is constantly fighting, what about him? Is rap really real? If he was really real, how could he record the show with this Wu Sige for so long?

At this time, the hot chicken secretly made up his mind that Ye Lang must be promoted! If this kind of player does not advance, the future of the entertainment industry will be completely gone.

At this time, the HOOK sounded again, "I came from the mountains with orchids and grass......"

This time, the taste is even better.

The audience stood up one by one, wanting to cheer, but fearing to interrupt the atmosphere.

Everyone has a hero in their hearts, and in most cases, everyone wants to be their own hero, but, for life, for the future, the orchid grass with hope enjoys the expectation of life and the future.

When everyone was immersed in it, suddenly, Ye Lang's voice became fierce.

"Impulsive, I delayed

……

A fire lit the haystack of dry firewood"

Everyone didn't know what this meant, but they could all understand it, although they didn't know what happened to Ye Lang, it must have been a major setback, so much so that Ye Lang felt that a door was closed.

Suddenly, Ye Lang's voice became soft again.

"Qinglian Monk clicked on my skull

I told him he didn't have anything to learn

Herbs are no longer needed for birth, old age, sickness and death

The throne given to me by seven emotions and six desires"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone held their breath, they knew that Ye Lang's big move might be coming!

Ye Lang sings, imaginatively, but always has a bit of an eye, like a dragon head in the boundless artistic conception.

The audience stared at Ye Lang with red eyes.

Hot chicken Zhang Yue clenched his fists even more.

At this time, Ye Lang suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, with a smile on his face.

"Unless black and white call it personally

Qin Guang came to hook

Nine spirits are attributed to orchid grass

A Lost Soul"

Mad!

Arrogant!

After overcoming hardships and dangers, Ye Lang was like a flying dragon in the sky, his eyes were turbulent, and I remained unmoved.

"Hiss......"

The audience gasped.

Zhang Yue's eyes were filled with tears, "That's how it feels, that's how it feels!" That's what it's like to make music! ”

Although Wu Sige kept understanding at this time, he still heard a hint of meaning, this Ye Lang was too strong.

(End of chapter)