Li Muzi's opening was very explosive.

This is also where Han Lixian feels the most headache.

The normal curve of a party should rise when it should rise, and fall when it should fall.

If it's great, it's not uncommon for the curve to go all the way up.

But if Li Muzi does this, Han Lixian may have to harvest a declining ratings curve.

Because if the next shows can't compare to this, then even if the later songs are exciting, it is inevitable that the audience will feel that the quality is declining.

This may also lead to the collapse of the whole show.

And just when Han Lixian was anxious, the leader of the data group also hurriedly ran in: "The audience votes are all out, data, data..."

"What happened to the data?"

Han Lixian looked at the anxious appearance of the data team leader, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

"The data is exaggerated."

The leader of the data group took a breath before he immediately said: "The number of votes Li Muzi got is more than 200.8 million. ”

Han Lixian's eyes closed after hearing the specific data: "It's really over now." ”

It's not that the number of votes is small, it's really too many.

You must know that when Wang Xie participated in the finals of "The Masked God of Songs", he received a total of more than 110 million votes.

Although the publicity of the finals of "I Am a Singer" this time is indeed louder than the original, the audience base in Dahua District is fixed.

At present, the number of votes that the audience can cast is more than 300 million, so this number of votes has almost announced that Li Muzi has locked the championship in advance.

Han Lixian can only pray now, not asking the next Ling Mingda to surpass Li Muzi, so that he can catch the field.

The leader of the data team looked at Han Lixian's ugly face, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Then do we want to read out the data of this issue as usual?" ”

"What?"

Han Lixian glanced at He Zhao, who had already strode onto the stage, and was furious: "You haven't given the data to Teacher He Zhao yet?" ”

The leader of the data team shrunk his neck: "Not yet, I'll tell you as soon as the voting data comes out." ”

Han Lixian was helpless: "Then what are you waiting for?" Hurry up. ”

Hearing Han Lixian's roar, the leader of the data team immediately ran to his job non-stop.

Stage.

He Zhao had just finished the first half of the string, and was suddenly stunned when he was about to say something, and then looked at the camera with a smile and continued to speak: "By the way, I just received the latest voting results, and Miss Li Muzi received a total of 208,548,751 valid votes. Let's congratulate her together. ”

After applause and screams.

He Zhaocai continued his string of words.

"Okay, now that the votes are out, let's move on to welcoming our second singer to the stage."

"Ling Mingda, please."

After the process was completed, He Zhao exited.

The lights of the whole audience are dimming and slowly brightening, but the overall style is still dark.

And when the audience saw a bright moon and the shadow of the forked tree in the camera, they finally understood that it was to create an atmosphere of a bright moonlit night.

The camera advanced, and Ling Mingda, dressed in a white suit, also appeared on the stage, looking elegant and abnormal.

And with the appearance of Ling Mingda, the information of the song was also displayed synchronously.

Song Title: "Moonlight Serenade"

Lyrics: Wang Xie

Composer: Wang Xie

Singing: Ling Mingda

Immediately afterward, a melodious prelude sounded.

And netizens who were still immersed in the previous song were also stunned.

"Hey, the prelude is a violin?"

"This timbre, this tune, seems to calm people's hearts all at once."

"Moonlit night, girl, violin, what a beautiful picture."

"Pay attention to the title of the song, a moonlight serenade, naturally it is a violin."

"Serenade refers to a song that is sung to a lover at night, and what does that have to do with the violin."

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, it's over if it sounds good."

“……”

How did netizens tell that the prelude was a violin?

For they are not blind except for their ears, and their eyes are not blind.

Behind Ling Mingda, a female musician wearing a long skirt and an independent moon, is not holding a violin in her hand.

Han Lixian, who had been nervous in the background, suddenly relaxed at this moment.

He didn't know how the song was, but looking at the performance of the audience, at least Ling Mingda caught the scene.

And just when the whimpering violin sound quietly disappeared, leaving only a simple piano sound, Ling Mingda also gently raised the microphone.

"Still leaning on sleepless nights,

Looking at the stars in the sky,

……”

The soulful and self-contained voice was gently transmitted to everyone's ears along with the sound of the piano.

In a flash.

At the same time, a picture became clearer and clearer in the minds of the audience.

On a bright moonlit night, the lovelorn man was half-leaning against the window, staring at the moon and stars in the sky in a daze.

And at this moment, a resentful violin sounded again, but the woman who played the violin would never be seen again.

Ling Mingda continued to advance the picture.

"Man is like the moon in the sky,

is not to be had,

……”

And the picture in the audience's mind is getting clearer and clearer.

The woman said goodbye suddenly and mysteriously, there was no affectionate farewell, there was no parting that was extinct, and it was not an eternal farewell.

But it was from that night that the man fell into endless insomnia, emptiness, worry, longing, and endless thoughts.

Yes.

She is like the moon in the sky, noble, bright, soft and quiet, and can never be possessed by one person alone.

Although the audience also heard that this was a lovelorn love song, Ling Mingda's singing style was with a hint of restraint and a kind of sobriety that was cold to the bones.

It is this kind of sobriety that makes this song more restrained and restrained.

However, when he sang the last line of this stanza, "I never expected to break up", he pulled the word "break up" very long-term.

And with the aftermath of the word "break up", the fierce drumming also directly joined.

It was as if the long-awaited pain was finally about to erupt.

The audience also sighed in their hearts, looking forward to Ling Mingda's performance next.

Really.

Ling Mingda changed his tune, strode forward and raised the microphone reluctantly.

"But every moment of my heart,

Still in her possession,

She looks like this month,

Still not opening,

……”

With the voice of affection, the weight is light.

Although Ling Mingda sang the chorus, his singing voice was actually not too hard, but the feelings in his singing could no longer be suppressed.

It seems that thousands of fine and dense needles have pierced my heart, and the pain is so numb that I can't say it, but I still have to maintain the noble and cold appearance.

The medicine you swallow is the most bitter, and it hurts the most if you don't open your mouth.

That is, in the chorus part, all the audience seemed to have been hit by something, and the whole person exploded.

Especially for those who have had the experience of falling out of love, the picture at this moment is becoming clearer and clearer.

It's just that the person who struggled in the moonlit night suddenly became himself in that instant.

Just when they were all intoxicated by Ling Mingda's singing, the music continued.

Interlude.

Ling Mingda sang it again for the second time.

"Man is like the moon in the sky,

is not to be had,

……”

It's just that although the lyrics are the same for the second time, the mood of the audience who heard it here suddenly became complicated.

For the next few minutes, the scene was silent.

Only Ling Mingda, who was dressed in a white suit, continued to sing calmly on the stage.

But what kind of hot emotions are tumbling under this calm.

Then the benevolent will see the benevolent, and the wise will see the wise.