Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, compared to "Miss Dong", it is much easier to recall "Wild Son", after all, it is one of his favorite songs, and with the help of Lv4's composition skills, he can play it on the spot.

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As soon as the prelude came out, everyone present was a little puzzled.

Not only have I never heard the title of the song, but even this melody is a little unfamiliar.

In short, it's a little weird.

And Pan Zi and Mangzi on the stage, together with Zhang Ming, were all confused.

Jiang Chengwen spoke softly and sang: "The more fierce the wind, the more my heart ......"

"Like a speck of dust, free with the wind... Dance. ”

"I want to clench my hands with firm, yet scattered courage."

"I'm going to be a giant, I'm going to be strong... Stepping on dreams. ”

Han Jing squeezed into the front row with all her might, her hair was a little messy, and as soon as she raised her hand again, she heard Jiang Chengwen's soft voice coming into her ears.

The soothing voice, coupled with the teenager playing solo with his eyes closed on the stage, brought a violent impact in an instant.

"The more fierce the wind, the more my heart is swinging."

"It's like a trace of sand, dancing lightly in the wind."

"I want to bury deep in my heart to uphold, but I value a small courage."

"Keep walking in the direction of the strong wind."

Han Jing was not only stunned, but inexplicably felt a tremor in her heart under that voice.

At first, it was relaxed, and the fluttering of only a few tail notes was slightly uninhibited, and it felt a little quiet like a virgin. Like dust and sand, dance freely.

Freely......

Under the chant of the young man on the stage, freedom seemed to condense into a taste, which passed through the ears to the bottom of the heart and taste buds.

However, in the next moment, a breathing sound was heard through the microphone.

"Hoo ......"

Jiang Chengwen on the stage suddenly opened his eyes and sang loudly: "Blow, blow, my pride and indulgence!" ”

"Blow, blow won't destroy my pure garden."

……

Suddenly, hurriedly, and uninterruptedly, the loud chant was unrestrained, free, and strong, and in the minds of everyone sketched the image of a wild child growing savagely.

At that moment, Han Jing's whole body was stunned.

The music brings in resonance, and she's like the song.

Like a savage child.

Jiang Chengwen's voice rose again, and the guitar in his hand became more and more violent.

"Let the wind blow, let it be chaotic, it is my ...... that it cannot be destroyed"

"The Prospect of the End!!"

"Blow, blow, I'm barefoot, I'm not afraid!"

"Blow, blow, don't bother me!"

"You see I'm smiling bravely!"

"You see I'm going bravely... Wave your hand......"

Han Jing listened, but she didn't notice that her eyes suddenly turned red, and tears slid down her cheeks, but she didn't feel it at all.

The singing seems to be free, as if it is swaying.

But is that really the case?

A person who is in the wilderness with the power of darkness, no matter how big her heart is and how high her qi is, she is still lonely.

Lonely people tend to fall into self-comfort, they tend to want to be radiant, and they have a hard time finding the meaning of their own existence.

It's like her, who she is.

Living in the shadows, it was hard to find a glimmer of light for her.

Jiang Chengwen breathed a sigh of relief, and the guitar swept in his hand slowed down.

Guitarist, bass, drummer.

The three of them stood on the stage, all looking at Jiang Chengwen's figure in front of them a little sluggishly.

A moment of sadness, a moment of admiration.

'Is it the singing self?'

Somehow, Panzi suddenly wanted to light a cigarette.

It seems that there are a lot of people singing again. ’

The people who are wild in this world, the memories of scenes come to mind, they are all people who have grown up savagely in this world......

This time, something is unusual.

No one in the audience cheered, they were all listening to the song quietly, under that high note, they only felt that their scalp was numb, not shocked, but from the stimulation of the soul.

I never thought that there was such a song that could so easily make people sketch a picture in their minds.

Wild children, like grass, like wind......

"The more fierce the wind, the more my heart is swinging, and it is like a trace of sand, dancing lightly with the wind......"

As the melodious guitar sound came into his ears, Jiang Chengwen opened his mouth and continued to sing, while closing his eyes at the same time.

That free-spirited soothing stimulates the mind.

This extraordinary song is imprinted in people's hearts.

Bringing in deep thought, introducing empathy, returning to a sense of loneliness that has lasted for a long time.

"Keep walking in the direction of the strong wind......"

Jiang Chengwen opened his eyes and swept the strings in his hand.

His voice was raised.

"Blow, blow, my pride indulges, blow and blow can't destroy my pure garden, let the wind blow, let it mess up, and destroy it is my prospect at the end!!"

"Blow, blow, I am barefoot and not afraid; Blow, blow, don't bother me!"

"You see I'm smiling bravely!"

"You see I'm waving bravely!"

This is the song that Jiang Chengwen remembers the most, and in some moments, it also symbolizes himself, and in those lonely and ordinary days, this song has also accompanied him through a long way.

"Is it you, you're going to give me a heart. Let me be brave. ”

"It's you, you'll give me a window of light and let me be fearless."

Jiang Chengwen's voice rose again, and the guitar in his hand also swept more and more fiercely.

"Blow, blow, my pride indulgence!"

"Blow, blow can't destroy my pure garden!"

"Let the wind blow, let it be chaotic, and it will not be destroyed by my !!"

"The Prospect of the End!!"

His voice rose again, and the strumming of the guitar became chaotic for a moment.

The voice was a little messy, but it didn't seem to be harsh, but it gave everyone a feeling - 'It should be messy!' ’

"Blow, blow, I'm barefoot and I'm not afraid!!"

"Blow, blow, don't bother me!!"

"You see I'm smiling bravely!!"

Jiang Chengwen's body curled down, his voice was almost roaring, and he had even forgotten what his singing skills were.

In many cases, the emotions contained in music can exceed singing skills, such as Yao Thirteen, or the second brother, all kinds of ......

This kind of emotional stimulation stimulates the soul more than profound singing skills.

"You see I'm waving bravely!"

Jiang Chengwen swept the strings violently, only to hear a snap, and the guitar in his hand directly broke a string.

"Collapse!"

The voice was slightly harsh, but this had no effect on Jiang Chengwen, and he continued to sing.

Almost forgetful!!

In fact, for him, he is still confused at the moment!

Everything that comes from this outside world.

I think that being reborn is a good thing, but in fact, after I really experience it, I realize that even if I am reborn, I still miss out on many things.

Like weeds in the wind, he is still unstable in which way the wind blows.

……

Han Jing stood sluggishly under the stage, she was already in tears, and she couldn't cry.

Crying into a tearful man!

But he cried so freely!