"Please listen to my next song, 'The Hills.'"

Jiang Xinhai paused, and then said, "Actually, I don't plan to sing this song." ”

"When I was close to the lyrics and scores, I looked at them and didn't dare to sing them."

"Because I feel like I can't sing this song, I'm afraid only he can sing it himself."

"However, I love this song very, very much, and I want to sing it all as best I can, and I hope you can give me more encouragement."

Li Mengyao blinked.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would have wondered if it was Jiang Xinhai who spoke.

That's too modest, isn't it?

You must know that her singing skills are already world-class.

If there is a song in this world that she can't even sing, who else can!?

Could it be that her singing skills are even better than her?

The sound of a shredded guitar sounded.

DoSoReLaSo…… Very faint and faint chords.

It's completely different from "Summer Wind" just now. The song has a quiet, low opening.

Jiang Xinhai lowered his head, sat on the chair, and looked at the strings with serious eyes.

If just now she was telling a story with her singing voice, now she is telling a story with her guitar.

The summer wind is whistling and blowing, and when the wind gradually stops, the mountains and the moon rise in the east, quietly illuminating the earth. A snow-white patch.

Li Mengyao seemed to see a lonely and towering hill appear in front of him.

The hill was oddly shaped, like a stubborn, stubborn, abandoned old man.

After a long time, Jiang Xinhai finally spoke:

"There are many things I want to say but haven't said yet.

I saved it because I wanted to write a song,

Let people sing softly and remember faintly.

Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it. ”

Li Mengyao stared at the phone screen while looking at the lyrics.

I feel a little overwhelmed.

The style of this song is completely different from the song just now.

If you are singing an emotion with your singing voice just now, then this song is like telling a story.

Tell a story that is strange to her.

"Maybe I'll have a trickle of thoughts all my life,

Fluke into a river.

Then we were at each end of the river, looking at the bend of the river.

Finally dare to be bold, face with a hippie smile,

Life's difficulties. ”

The first few words seem to be the singer's heart.

Li Mengyao quickly realized that this was not Jiang Xinhai's voice.

That's the voice of the heart.

It feels like a very free and easy middle-aged man. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to write such lyrics.

She couldn't help but start wondering: what is the story here?

"Maybe we've never matured,

Before I knew it, I was getting old

Although it is the young man who is alive in his heart. ”

She saw a self-deprecating smile on the corner of Jiang Xinhai's mouth and plucked the strings:

"Because I look back frequently because of my anxiety,

Asking in ignorance, ashamed to ask for help

Tirelessly climbing,

Every hill. ”

……

Jiang Xinhai's transparent and clear voice made Li Mengyao see it.

She saw a middle-aged man walking on a barren and desolate land, dusty and sideburns like frost.

The man climbed with difficulty, climbing a hill that did not look precipitous.

As the mountain and moon bent into the sky, the man finally reached the top of the mountain.

However, looking ahead, there is no one; Looking back, there was no one—

"Over the hills,

Although his head is white.

talk somebody's ear off

I don't have to give sorrow.

has not yet seen immortality as desired,

Just throw yourself away first......"

……

For 7 minutes, Li Mengyao was immersed in a nameless mood.

She listened quietly until the end of the song, and then came back to her senses.

After listening to it, she was even more sure that this song was close at hand.

He wanted to use his singing voice to tell a story to his audience.

It's just that he didn't say a word about what he had experienced.

He was like a man who had stood the test of time and was as broken as a reef, and in the bar after dusk, he lit a cigarette, as if to talk about the past.

In the end, however, he said nothing, but in the smoke, he said lightly:

"When I crossed the hill, I found that there was no one waiting."

Li Mengyao faintly felt that she was touched.

But what exactly does this lyric mean?

She couldn't help but open the mobile encyclopedia page and type in the word "close".

On the page close to the musician, there are no photos, no date of birth, and no identification information.

There are only a lot of masterpieces, and the hundreds of awards he has won.

This person does not seem to have left a trace of his life in the world.

Or rather, he was just born to write songs.

In Li Mengyao's imagination, he was a middle-aged man over 35 years old.

Dressed in a modest suit, his hair is combed into a very elegant shape that is unique to middle-aged uncles.

I don't know if he is handsome or not, he should be a little handsome, otherwise Jiang Xinhai would not like him.

I heard that I grew up in a small mountain village and left my hometown when I was young.

What did he go through to have such a feeling?

What an enigmatic man.

Jiang Xinhai clicked on the comment page:

"Kokomi, do you know how I've spent the past 5 years! I've been waiting for your new song for 5 years! ”

"It's back, I feel it, the old village is back!"

"Jiang Xinhai is awesome! It's awesome! ”

"The summer wind is so nice! It's already on the top, is there a pure version? I want a single loop! ”

"To be honest, these two songs are more valuable than all of Li Xingliang's songs combined, and I still don't remember any of his songs."

"After the gods went into hiding, the Chinese music scene became a bunch of clowns who played behind closed doors, and today a god kicked open the door, which reminded the Chinese music scene again, the fear of being once dominated......"

Li Mengyao continued to brush up on the comments for half an hour, and watched the rainbow fart of Jiang Xinhai for a long time.

As long as you praise Jiang Xinhai, you are my friend.

Every rainbow fart is like praising herself, listening to a song for ten minutes, reading comments can be watched all night!

Most of the reviews are blowing, how nice "The Wind of Summer" is.

A small part expressed their views on "The Hills", which is also similar to Li Mengyao.

I didn't understand it, but I felt amazing.

There are also some people who have a little criticism of "The Hills", saying that the song is not like being sung, but like it is being said.

However, it doesn't matter.

Only "Summer Wind" is enough to prove that Jiang Xinhai has returned as a king.

The only thing she wants to do now is to go to Li Xingliang's fans and take revenge!

I clicked on the Weibo hot list to see how big the gap was, but as soon as I opened it, I almost threw my phone out.

At this time, on the hot list, Jiang Xinhai's avatar was wearing a small golden crown.

There was a difference of 4 million just now, and suddenly, Jiang Xinhai's popularity reached the top!

After Jiang Xinhai released the two new songs "Summer Wind" and "Hills", the number of people who posted on Weibo after listening to it surged, and there was a lot of tap water all of a sudden.

As long as Jiang Xinhaichao is added, it can increase the heat by a small amount, but it is the superposition of these heats that instantly overwhelms Li Xingliang!

Those glitters were still strategizing to press the points before, but now they are panicking.

"Do the sisters still have points? Take it all out! Defend the last wave of towers for my brother! ”

"Brother Xingliang is the king! Come on, sisters, beat down this Jiang Xinhai who stole the crown! ”

However, their voices were like reefs in the sea, drowning in the monstrous waves.

Now, the general trend has been achieved, and nothing can stop Jiang Xinhai, who will explode again on the whole platform!

……

Wang Weiming sat in his office, staring at the data on his computer screen.

Every time he refreshed it, he could see that Jiang Xinhai's popularity was skyrocketing.

In the first 20 minutes, he still smiled and thought disdainfully: This person who brushes data is too inexperienced.

How can there be so many brushes in one go?

His optimism lasted only 20 minutes.

Half an hour later, he silently lit a cigarette, stood at the window, and pushed it open.

The night wind blew on his face.

He wanted to jump.

After seeing the popularity of Jiang Xinhai's new song, Wang Weiming has been deeply aware -

My career is over.