The accompaniment had been playing for nearly 10 seconds before the audience reacted, and then subconsciously looked over the stage.

The name of the song is greatly displayed on the stage - "Ordinary Road".

Ordinary song titles and ordinary tunes are also ordinary in front of everyone at this moment.

Zhou Ge raised his head slightly, and then spoke softly.

"Wandering on the road"

"Are you leaving, viavia?"

"Fragile proud"

"That used to be what I was."

Zhou Ge's voice was very clean and pure, so pure that it was like a drop of water, but no one could do without it.

The audience was quietly appreciating, Zhou Ge was playing and singing by himself, and the two sides seemed to have an extremely tacit understanding, and they were trying to do their own things.

Zhou Ge has never been so serious.

He liked the last song "Life Like a Summer Flower" very much and was willing to share it with the audience.

But this song "Ordinary Road" is his favorite, he is singing to himself, without a trace of performance.

Sometimes it's harder to please yourself than to please others.

The audience may or may not hear it, but they don't have any dissatisfaction, but they listen equally carefully.

"Boiling and restless"

"Where are you going?"

"Mysteriously silent"

"Are you really listening to the story?"

At this moment, Zhou Ge is not only soothing himself and reaching a reconciliation with himself, but also dissecting himself to the audience.

So, are you really listening to my story?

The song came to the chorus, and Zhou Ge raised his voice slightly, but not much.

"I have crossed mountains and seas"

"Also through the sea of people"

"I used to have it all"

"In the blink of an eye, it was like smoke

"I was lost, disappointed, lost all directions"

"Until you see the ordinary, the only answer"

Zhou Ge didn't break his heart, even the chorus part he sang lightly, but there was an inexplicable power.

He seemed to be smacking the lyrics word by word, and then integrated himself into the song and sang it to those audiences.

There are songs, starting from the first note, that no one will ignore.

Some songs, from the moment they open, have a unique charm.

Interlude, the drums joined, and Zhou Ge finally began to gently stroke the strings, and then continued to speak calmly.

"When You're Still Dreaming"

"Your Tomorrow viavia"

"Will she be better or worse?"

"It's another day for me"

"I used to ruin everything I had"

"I just want to leave forever"

"I Fell into Infinite Darkness"

"I want to struggle and can't extricate myself"

"I used to be like you, like him, like the weeds and wild flowers."

"Desperate and longing, crying and laughing, ordinary"

The slow lyrical rhythm, the clear voice, and Zhou Ge's low chant are filled with a faint sentimentality, but they also contain an indescribable warmth.

It seems that all the audience needs to listen quietly can make them enjoy a sense of calm and youth, and find their future direction in sadness and confusion.

This is the feeling of the audience, and it is almost the feeling of Zhou Ge.

As for why it is almost the same, the main reason is that this song is still a little different for Zhou Ge.

The deliberately rough feeling of the lyrics seems to be like sandpaper polishing his scarred heart, polishing away the residues stained on his soul one by one.

This is Zhou Ge's self-healing.

As his fame grew and there were more and more opportunities to perform, Zhou Ge became more and more tired spiritually, and every time he went on stage

Opportunity has become a straw that is about to crush him.

Only in today's song, Zhou Ge did not feel any fatigue and discomfort, but felt a wave of warmth.

So the corners of Zhou Ge's mouth rose slightly, and then he hummed softly like a rap.

"Walk forward, just go like this"

"Even if you've been given something"

"Walk forward, just go like this"

"Even if you are taken away from something"

"Walk forward, just go like this"

"Even if you're missing something"

"Walk forward, just go like this"

The tune is repeating, the lyrics are repeating, but Zhou Ge is laughing more and more happily, he is now on the stage, but his heart has begun to set off.

There is no purpose, no destination, as the lyrics say - go forward, go this way.

The second pass ended quickly, Zhou Ge's voice gradually deepened, and the lyrics finally changed.

"Time is silent, so and so on"

"Tomorrow is in VIVIA"

"The road blown by the wind is still long"

"Where is your story?"

Zhou Ge half-hummed and half-whispered, ending the singing of this song, although the accompaniment was still echoing, but Zhou Ge woke up like a dream.

He was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, and said the first and last sentence after playing today.

"Thank you."

This "thank you" is full of Zhou Ge's low and bitter, but it still carries a kind of sincerity.

Because this "thank you" is for the audience, thank them for listening to their stories; This "thank you" is for Wang Xie, thank you for giving yourself such a good song; This "thank you" is also for yourself, thank yourself and smile.

Watching Zhou Ge put down the guitar in his hand and slowly descend under the stage with his head down, the audience hesitated, as if they were afraid of breaking this unique atmosphere.

But then, the overwhelming applause finally rang out, and it lasted for two or three minutes.

"It's called a song."

"It's good, it's good."

"Ordinary, but not ordinary."

"That used to be what I was."

"The meaning of the birth of some songs is to teach us to live well."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang Xie, thank you Zhou Ge."

"Before, he said that he wanted life to be as bright as a summer flower; Now, he says ordinary is the only answer."

"I feel like I'm going to die from now on, and this song will stay on my playlist and never go out of style."

「……」

At the same time.

The singers were speechless.

Some singers rely on feelings, some singers rely on skills, and some singers rely on a face, but now that they are all silent, Zhou Ge taught them a good lesson.

The musicians looked at each other.

A song can touch people's hearts and souls, they all think this one