"Wing Festival? What is this? Ling Tianmao looked at Old Leiden, who had begun to prepare in a hurry after the person was sent out of the room, and asked.

"Ah, by the way, I forgot you were from outside." Old Leiden straightened up after hearing Ling Tianmao's words, "The Wing Festival is our annual festival, where the young people of the village get together, sing together, and then finally select the winners. I forgot about Tommy's sudden accident today, and now they must all be in the town square. ”

"No wonder the doors of the residents along the way were closed when I first came."

"By the way, you can come with me!" Leiden suddenly grabbed Ling Tianmao's hand, "This is only once a year, it's a pity if you happen to encounter it today." ”

Ling Tianmao originally wanted to refuse, but Dahl also kept coaxing in his head, saying that the Yongle Festival here was very famous, and he had always wanted to come and see it before, but he happened to miss it every time. In the end, Ling Tianmao really couldn't stand the enthusiasm of Old Leiden, and the noise made by Dahl, and followed Old Leiden's family out of the door.

Coming to the central square of the town, Ling Tianmao was also shocked by this grand scene.

The darkness around the square, as far as the eye could see, was crowded with people, bigger than any concert he had ever seen on television before. Although it was an extraordinary time, and there was a circle of Noxus soldiers standing at the outermost part of the crowd, it did not affect the enthusiasm of the people, and everyone around them was excitedly talking about who would be the champion this year.

"How! Isn't it very lively! Old Layton shouted at Ling Tianmao beside him with all his might, only in this way would his voice not be drowned out.

Ling Tianmao opened his mouth, but before Old Layton could hear what he said clearly, he was overshadowed by the noise of the surrounding crowd, and Ling Tianmao could only give a thumbs-up gesture in the end.

At this moment, a man in a long gown walked up to the high platform in the middle, followed by ten men and women between twenty and forty years of age. The host who went up at the beginning pressed his hand around, and the surroundings immediately fell silent, and everyone's eyes focused on the eleven people on the high platform.

"Dear friends, today is our annual Chant Festival, and in the same way, we have invited ten very good singers to sing for us today, and we will finally choose a final champion from among them." The host's voice was clear and loud, and as his words fell, the scene quickly erupted in applause.

When the applause was completely over, the host began to introduce the ten contestants on the stage.

"People here love to sing, so the better the voice, the higher the status with us." Old Leiden patiently explained to Ling Tianmao beside him.

"Ahem," a gentle cough came, and Ling Tianmao followed the prestige, and a richly dressed middle-aged woman was frowning at the two of them.

Old Layton also realized that his voice might have disturbed others, and hurried over to apologize to the lady, who only nodded arrogantly.

"Mrs. Guise was the winner of the Wing Festival ten years ago, and her husband is also the acting mayor of the city, so we should not make her angry." Old Leiden lowered his voice and whispered in Ling Tianmao's ear.

After hearing this, Ling Tianmao couldn't help but glance at the so-called Mrs. Guise again, it could be seen that her facial features were very well-proportioned, and she must have been a beauty ten years ago, but the thick makeup on her face and that arrogant momentum made Ling Tianmao uncomfortable to look at.

And Mrs. Guise definitely didn't know what Ling Tianmao was thinking, seeing Ling Tianmao looking at her, she also shook the gemstone ring on her hand ostentatiously.

Ling Tianmao resisted the urge to vomit and hurriedly swung his head towards the stage. At this time, the host had finished introducing the contestants, and he and the other nine contestants walked down from the stage in turn, while the remaining one took a few steps forward and stood in the center of the stage.

It was a man in his mid-thirties, dressed in a white suit, who nodded lightly to the band on the west side of the platform, and then bowed deeply to the entire audience.

As the prelude ended, the man's singing rang out just in time.

Ling Tianmao also slowly closed his eyes and carefully enjoyed the man's singing.

"Listen so well." Dahl seemed to have reveled in the man's singing.

"Does it sound good?"

"It's very nice." Dahl seemed to be a little dissatisfied with Ling Tianmao's questioning.

"But I always feel that he is missing something in singing, although the tune and rhythm are very perfect, I should have practiced it many times, but I feel that I am missing the soul. This song should express the longing for his lover, but it always feels empty when it comes out of his mouth. ”

"Cut, you seem to be able to sing as well as you can." Dahl didn't analyze like Ling Tianmao, he just thought it sounded good.

"What's wrong, Mr. Dahl, doesn't it sound good?" Old Leiden frowned slightly when he saw Ling Tianmao with his eyes closed, and asked with some confusion.

"Alas, this is also something that can't be helped, after all, not everyone appreciates such things as music." Mrs. Guise had clearly been keeping an eye on the movement, and as soon as Old Layton had finished asking, her strange voice rang out.

Old Layton wanted to say something, but when he saw Mrs. Guise's gaze, he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Ling Tianmao had already opened his eyes at this time, looked at Mrs. Guise, who was looking at him provocatively, and rushed up in a breath, he was just a college student in his twenties, and he had just come here not long ago, how could he let his temper be free.

"What's the matter, there's really something wrong with what he sings, can't I say it yet!"

Ling Tianmao's words attracted the attention of many people around him, and those people pointed at him and began to talk in a low voice.

And Mrs. Guise burst out laughing when she heard this:

"This kid is not small, I haven't seen you in the city before, you're a foreigner, right? Our Yongle Festival here is famous even in Demacia and Noxus, and even the adult has come to listen, what kind of thing are you hairy boy, dare to point fingers here, how can you not see you on stage! ”

In the face of Mrs. Guise's provocative words, Ling Tianmao couldn't hold back any longer, and wanted to rush forward, but fortunately, at this time, Old Layton stopped him and kept enlightening him in his ear, which made his anger barely control.

But he didn't want to stay here at all, and when he turned around and wanted to leave, he found that old Leiden had deliberately squeezed him into a very inner position in order to make him hear more clearly, but now it was not so easy to turn back, and there were countless crowds of people outside.

In desperation, Ling Tianmao could only force himself to stay here and continue listening.

At this time, on a small building on the east side of the square, a person also let out a sigh of disappointment.