"After the hard years, the fragrance of rice flowers says a good year, and listens to the sound of frogs."

Lin Yueyue finished reading the closing words of the penultimate act of the musical sitcom and invited Wen Xi to the stage.

Someone in the audience whispered.

"That's a well-written sentence!"

"It's just that Wen Xi sang next, not Li Dongxing, it's a pity."

"It's a pity that this poem is such a good foreshadowing, if it undertakes Mr. Li's performance, it will be perfect, and it will definitely be able to win the award."

The golden lights on the stage gradually converged, and the lights focused on Wen Xi.

The audience, which was originally whispering, suddenly fell silent.

Under the spotlight, Wen Xi's hair was like a layer of golden light, shining brightly.

She was holding an acacia acoustic guitar, her long hair scattered haphazardly behind her head.

As a music lover and a fan of the Chinese New Year, Boss Ni of the piano store also came to the scene of the music festival.

"Wori!! That's my guitar! ”

Seeing Wen Xi using his guitar, he screamed in place, attracting everyone's attention.

He thought that Shi Yue was looking for himself to borrow a guitar, but it was really to protect the privacy of the guests, and he thought it was to lend it to the Chinese New Year!

As a result, this guitar appeared in the hands of this kind of traffic star he hated the most!

In his eyes, the "commodities" created by capital such as traffic idols are not worthy of such a good musical instrument at all!

The shadow of her daughter selling her guitar to support traffic idols shrouded Boss Ni's heart again.

Thinking of the guitar that was sold, his heart hurts like a knife.

Boss Ni was so angry that he frantically called Shi Yue.

At this time, I can't wait to pick off his skin!

But Shi Yue was busy at this time, and he didn't have time to pick it up at all.

"How dare this stinky boy lie to me! Don't want this job! ”

Boss Ni angrily squeezed in front of the crowd, wanting Wen Xi to return the guitar in public, so that Wen Xi couldn't get off the stage.

At this time, Wen Xi gently tapped the top of the guitar, and then a pair of slender hands began to pluck the strings.

A simple but catchy guitar intro flows from Wenxi's fingertips.

The relaxing melody, accompanied by the chirping of insects on summer nights, and the whispering crowd gradually quieted down.

Boss Ni heard this smooth melody and squeezed forward slowly, what's going on?

Although he didn't want to admit it, it seemed a bit nice!

"To the world, if you have too many complaints."

Wen Xi spoke softly, her voice like the moonlight falling from the night sky on a summer night, light and reassuring.

"If you fall, you don't dare to keep going."

"Why should people be so fragile and cowardly?"

With just three lyrics, the audience at the scene reminded them of the unhappiness they had encountered in their lives recently, as well as those moments of failure and helplessness.

Everyone listened to the song and gradually immersed themselves in their own thoughts, and the previous doubts about Wen Xi and the resentment of the sudden absence of their favorite singer gradually sank.

"Please turn on the TV and see how many people are working hard for their lives and going on bravely."

"Shall we be content?"

"Cherish everything, even if you don't have it."

……

Even when the photographer heard Wen Xi's lyrics at the moment, he was stunned for a moment, and the camera forgot to move, so he slapped Wen Xi straight in the face.

Wen Xi in the camera, she is wearing light makeup, her eyes are clear, and the light in her eyes is like a crumpled star.

Long curly eyelashes, blinking from time to time. Blink into people's hearts.

"Remember when you said that home is the only castle."

The netizens who watched the excitement in the live broadcast room couldn't say a word in the face of this great face and this ethereal singing voice at this time.

The barrage was not as lively as before Wen Xi opened his mouth at this time.

Everyone is afraid that the time of the low-headed barrage will distract them and disturb them to enjoy this visual and auditory feast.

The festival-goers, immersed in the singing, looked up as the sparkling fireflies flew in front of them.

Only then did they realize that above their heads, fireflies had gathered.

Sometimes scattered, sometimes congregated, reminiscent of the experience of lying on a haystack in a rural hometown and looking up at the night sky as a child.

Some had tears in their eyes.

The summer night of my childhood seems to have happened yesterday, but when I think about it seriously, more than ten or twenty years have passed in a trance.

At this time, someone noticed that there was also a bright light in the night sky high up: "What is that?" Can fireflies fly that high? ”

Everyone looked up at the sky, and Wen Xi had already sang: "The paper airplane of my childhood has finally flown back into my hands now." ”

Those small highlights in the night sky also lit up instantly at this moment, and everyone realized that it was a drone show!

The drones are lit up to create a picture: a paper airplane on top of a rice field, gently drifting into the distance with the wind.

He Lunar New Year and Xu Yuewan, who were waiting, stood in the background like two wood carvings at this time, and they were no longer shocked, but immersed in singing.

They no longer had the heart to dwell on why Wen Xi could sing such a song, and their thoughts drifted as far away as paper airplanes.

The hand that was about to hold the instrument froze in the air for a long time, and then he realized that he had just been brought into his memories by Wen Xi's singing, and he was very annoyed.

At this time, the singing, the picture, and the atmosphere are like a natural thing, which brings a great shock to the hearts of every listener.

The lyrics sung by Wen Xi were handed to everyone like a paintbrush, and the audience drew their own memories and dreams in their hearts according to their different experiences.

This shocking feeling gives people goosebumps.

I can't tell, I don't know the way, but I feel a sour nose, which may be what people say "resonate".

"Don't cry, let the fireflies run away with you."

"The songs of the country will always be relied on."

Wen Xi's singing gradually came to an end, and everyone didn't realize that time was so fast, and their thoughts had already drifted far away.

Wen Xi looked at the camera with clear eyes, and his crimson lips hooked a shallow arc.

"Go home, go back to the original good."

Wen Xi finished singing the last lyrics, and his white fingers played the last melody on the guitar.

She stood up, removed her guitar, and bent down to greet her fellow listeners.

"Thank you, the name of this song is "Rice Fragrance".

Listeners at the scene and on the Internet heard Wen Xi's thanks, and only then did they react that the song performance had ended.

Everyone looked like they couldn't get enough of it.

A moment later, the scene erupted in a wave of applause and enthusiastic cheers!

Boss Ni in the front row yelled at everyone excitedly: "See? That guitar in her hand is my guitar! ”

Boss Ni's expression was completely different from the anger that he was about to take the stage to slap Wen Xiga.

He can't wait to jump on the stage all at once and tell everyone that such a great piece is played on his guitar!

It was his pleasure!

(End of chapter)