Quick, see who that person is? ”

"It's a rapper, didn't Zhang Yu say it. And won the championship, huh? It won't be Ye Lang! ”

At this time, Wang Feng looked at Deng Xiaoqi and his eyes widened, ", it's really him!" ”

In an instant, Ye Lang trotted out all the way and stood on the stage, Ye Lang was dressed in a capable suit and had short hair and was unusually energetic.

"Hello to the audience."

In the studio, the jaws dropped in shock.

"Hahaha, no, how did he use this as a live broadcast room."

"It's very relaxing." Wang Feng said.

Zhang Yuqing looked at Ye Lang at this time, and there was a trace of apprehension in her heart, in the last issue, she was the first, but this time, due to the addition of two counterattack singers, especially a high-level singer like Ye Lang, she was a little unconfident.

originally thought that Ye Lang was just an anchor, and he would be nervous when he arrived at a stage like "Singer", but she was surprised to find that Ye Lang came up to say hello like this.

After Ye Lang said hello, the scene burst into laughter in an instant.

"Huh? What are you laughing at, this is not a cross talk special. ”

As soon as Ye Lang's words came out, the audience, who was still a little nervous and nervous, became more and more relaxed at this time.

The intensity of the first few singers was one after another, and the audience at the scene was numb by this time.

Ye Lang's approach is just to let everyone empty their brains, and he is also annunciating: "The big move is coming!" High energy ahead! ”

At this time, Ye Lang suddenly raised his hand.

The audience was cheering, and it fell silent in an instant.

Everyone held their breath and craned their necks.

In the studio, the singers are now confused.

Can it still be like this?

This control field, you told me that he is a newcomer in the entertainment industry, and I don't believe it if he is killed.

This Nima is definitely an old driver.

At this time, the music started slowly.

"Crunch ......"

It turned out to be the sound of the door being pushed.

The melodious piano solo appeared immediately.

More and more anxious, more and more manic.

Suddenly, it came to an abrupt end!

The accordion followed, and the audience exhaled violently, and when thousands of spectators exhaled at the same time, the shock of that sound really gave goosebumps to the body.

Just before the audience could react.

Ye Lang's voice was like a murmuring stream, slowly floating out.

"In my arms, in your eyes

There, the spring breeze is intoxicating, and there is green grass

The moonlight sprinkled love all over the lake

A bonfire for two people lit up the night"

As soon as the first sentence was sung, the audience at the scene let out a sigh of "oh ......" one by one.

This voice is so clear.

Ye Lang's voice, under the backdrop of this superb equipment, every detail goes straight to the eardrums of all audiences.

"Wow! This level of sound is amazing! Zhang Yu is already obsessed with Ye Lang, just because of this sentence.

"No, Ye Lang's voice, I like it so much, his mixed voice."

"How did you get the layering of that voice, it's so handsome." Wang Feng's face was almost on the screen in the studio at this time.

Ye Lang seemed to be a musical poet at this time, without any treble or any surprising and difficult passages.

But in this song, every part of it is difficult.

This kind of interpretation is like writing poetry.

The audience at the scene did not dare to interrupt Ye Lang's voice, and from time to time in between Ye Lang's singing, applause continued.

"How many you and me are there in this life

Swallowed up in the moonlit night"

Singing this, Zhang Yu was stunned.

"Teacher Ye Lang deals with this. It's so handsome! ”

The audience at the scene suddenly let out an exclamation at this time.

Ye Lang's handling of this "inside" is simply a master-level operation.

Normal people will choose a sound mode in order to match the mood of the whole song.

But here in Ye Lang, there is no difference, he chooses to bully, and his voice is like a reverberating instrument in Ye Lang's body.

The voice is melodious, sometimes far and sometimes near, like a poet who slowly tells a story.

"Good ......"

The scene erupted in cheers again.

At this point, all the audience couldn't sit still.

"This life is too little time

Not enough to prove the affectionate ...... of melting snow and ice"

The audience stood up and closed their eyes one by one, as if they were pregnant.

In the studio, everyone was silent.

Zhao Lei, who sang before, kept shaking his head at this time, not because Ye Lang sang badly, but because it was too good, he felt incredible.

How can a person's body make such a sound like a small bridge and flowing water.

It's shocking.

"What's this song called?" Suddenly, Wang Feng asked.

Deng Xiaoqi scratched his head, "It's called "On the Shore of Lake Baikal". ”

"How do you call it this name, but it's very meaningful, my God, this bite, this emotional processing, every detail, it's a master."

Zhang Yu smiled, "What does it mean that there are newcomers in the entertainment industry?" Is this a newcomer? You told me he was a newcomer, and I didn't believe it. ”

"Haha, isn't there an old artist living in his body?" Zhang Yuqing was also dormant by Ye Lang's voice.

"This life is too little time

Not enough to prove the affection of melting ice and snow ~~~"

For this love word, Ye Lang chose the falsetto after the strong mix and the weak mix, and then returned to the chest voice.

The whole sound echoed in everyone's ears.

Hong Tao didn't know much about Ye Lang, and at this moment, he was stunned.

There are singers in this world who are invincible in high notes, and some who are strong in low voices, but he has never seen a singer on the stage of "Singer" who can catch people's ears without relying on high notes, just by singing slowly.

This voice, full of stories.

That's the power of music.

He had goosebumps all over his body, and he could almost scrape off two pounds.

"One day you appeared out of nowhere

You are clear and mysterious on the shores of Lake Baikal

You are clear and mysterious, like the shores of Lake Baikal."

Start in tranquility and end in tranquility.

An ethereal and melodious song has the folk style of Mao Ziguo, plus Ye Lang is full of warm voice.

All the audience at the scene were reluctant to sit down for a long time at this time, and the applause was thunderous.

"Teacher Ye Lang!"

"Ye Lang!"

"Sounds good!"

The applause lasted for three minutes until Ye Lang didn't know how many times he waved his hand before stopping.

"If you applaud again, the roof will collapse in a while."

Ye Lang started again.

At this moment, the audience burst into laughter.

Zhang Yu showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, this host is me, how can you rob me of my job.

But it is obvious that Ye Lang's debut is unusually perfect.

"This stage is very good, I like it too, this is a stage for real singers, I don't plan to do anything, I just want to sing a few more songs and enjoy the state of the music. Now, let's hand the stage back to the host, shall we? ”

The audience shouted in unison: "Good! ”

They sat down slowly.

(End of chapter)