Chapter 1258: My Heart Is Eternal

Compared to the interval between the first song and the second song, this time Liu Qin'er appeared on stage for a slightly longer period of a few minutes.

The judges and the audience didn't pay much attention to it, and they didn't have a few more minutes anyway.

But they were more curious about other places.

Because after the host finished speaking on stage, the stage went dark again.

When the lights came back on, Liu Qin'er had already appeared in the center of the stage, and the wheat in her hand had been replaced by Limai, and Liu Qin'er's right hand was holding Limai.

Although I am curious about why there are some slight changes, whether it is the judges or netizens, they are more curious about what kind of song Liu Qin'er is about to present next.

The masters of the Taijiao Division were also curious, they were curious about whether Wang Xie would come on stage again, if he did, whether he would play a new instrument, and whether the new instrument played by Wang Xie would give them a new surprise.

Stage.

Of course, Wang Xie in the dim light came to the stage, but he looked at Liu Qin'er with some concern at the moment, when he quietly helped Liu Qin'er to the stage just now, Liu Qin'er leaned on him almost the whole body, which showed that Liu Qin'er must be enduring great pain at the moment.

Liu Qin'er obviously felt Wang Xie's concerned gaze, but she turned her face slightly sideways, and then shook her head slightly, as if to signal Wang Xie that there was nothing wrong with her.

Wang Xie was silent for a moment, and then forced himself to lower his head.

This is not the time to feel distressed at this moment, every second he delays, Liu Qin'er has to stand for one more second, and Liu Qin'er stands for one more second, and the pain she suffers for one more second.

So Wang Xie took a deep breath, and then silently waited for the song to begin.

Really.

After pacifying Wang Xie, Liu Qin'er nodded and signaled that she could start.

A message for the third song appears on the screen.

Song: My Heart Lasts Forever (yHeartillGoOn)

Lyrics: Wang Xie

Composer: Wang Xie

Singing: Liu Qin'er

With the display of song information, the judges present also had a rough idea in their hearts.

Netizens also began to discuss.

"Huh? Is there a beautiful name in parentheses?"

"So it's a beautiful song!"

"Well, that's how it should be."

"No one will be surprised, it's not news that Wang Xie writes dialect songs."

"Wang Xie is proficient in the dialects of many regions of the Earth Star, and he has gone the farthest on the road of dialect songs."

"So why not Cantonese, I like the Cantonese songs written by Wang Xie too much, and Liu Qin'er sings Cantonese songs well."

"Actually, I prefer the cherry blossom language, but it's a pity."

"Wang Xie also wrote songs in Western Ya, which are quite good."

"Liu Qin'er seems to know our big stick language, and big stick language is the best dialect."

"Nishiba, get out of the gram."

「……」

In the frenzied barrage, under Liu Qin'er's calm face, Wang Xie took the lead in raising the instrument in his hand.

"Woo~Woo~"

When everyone was calm, a clear, melodious, and soft flute sounded.

The audience who heard the sound didn't know how to describe the feeling, but every random end note of this flute seemed to carry a natural melancholy temperament.

Like the silent sky with faint clouds, and like the dim green lake, it seems to silently tell that the mysterious land contains endless casualness, laziness, simplicity and wildness.

The musicians were puzzled.

"This is? Bamboo flute?"

"Not really, the bamboo flute is sharper than this."

"The flute in Wang Xie's hand also seems to be metal."

"Bagpipes?"

"Scottish bagpipes?"

「……」

The musicians' speculation is finally William Hanks.

William Hanks listened carefully for a long time before he finally spoke: "It's not the Scottish bagpipes, it's the Irish whistles!" That's right! It's an Irish whistle!"

"An Irish whistle, of course!"

Compared with the entanglement of musicians, the group of masters who are engaged in classical music are obviously more certain.

Not only was it confirmed, but there was even a bagpiper who described the instrument in detail:

"The sound of the Irish whistle is often described as clear, melodious, soft and expressive. Its timbre has a unique flavor reminiscent of the Irish countryside and traditional culture. The sound quality of a whistle is mainly determined by the material, design, and playing technique of the flute. Generally speaking, the sound of the whistle is more mellow and warm than other types of flutes, and it has a higher musical appeal."

Hearing the bagpiper speak, many masters also looked at the bagpiper, as if waiting for his next step.

The bagpiper looked at everyone's eyes and smiled wryly and continued: "I only know if it's an Irish whistle, or because the bagpipes and whistles sound very similar, and I just know a little bit about it, and I'm not really good at this instrument."

"But..."

"It's not difficult to whistle, but it is said that out of every 500 whistlers, there is only one good whistler."

"In addition, the whistle has one of the biggest characteristics, that is, it is pure, and its sound quality is as pure as water."

"That's all I know."

「……」

After making sure that the bagpiper really didn't know much, the masters retracted their gaze.

After talking for a long time, they are all grandmasters of the music industry, and even if they don't specialize in this instrument, they still know about this instrument and its characteristics.

So they all admired it silently.

Music has a commonality.

After just listening to it for a few seconds, Han Zhi, the king of command, couldn't help frowning, "What's going on? Wang Xie's heart is in turmoil?"

Not only Han Zhi, but several other masters also frowned.

It was precisely because the sound quality of the Irish whistle was so pure that it was easier for them to hear something wrong with Wang Xie's performance.

Han Boqi also frowned and spoke: "Wang Xie has gone through a lot of battles, so it can't be nervous; He has only performed the third song, and it is impossible that he is tired; It can also be heard from his playing that he is familiar with the Irish whistle, and it is impossible to get started in a hurry. So, is there something we don't know about?"

Paganini, who is known as the devil, is very unhappy at this moment, and he is impersonal and paranoid to refute Han Boqi's statement: "Music is sincere, and no matter what happens to him, it cannot affect the purity of the performance. I must talk to him after the assessment, and there is nothing like a sincere song for the audience."

Although Paganini