A song "Red Ling" sings the bitterness of the inheritors of opera. Trekking through mountains and rivers, over mountains and mountains, to the place where the performance was performed. After dressing up carefully, he performed on stage, but found that sporadic people came and went offstage, and no one stopped and didn't care.

There was only an old man sitting on a small pony in the audience, waiting quietly, his dim eyes still dozing.

What should we do? We glanced at each other, folded our fans, flicked our sleeves, and sang! As soon as we opened our mouths, we had to sing until the end of the song. The road ahead is bleak, and you still have to go on, don't you? There are few living people, and there are still a lot of lonely souls and wild ghosts, even if you comfort them.

Who told us to be sympathetic......

"When the curtain rises, the curtain ends, and the guests are always guests

You sing and I'll appear

Don't laugh at the wind and moon play, don't laugh at people ridiculous

has also asked Qinghuang, and has also sung sonorously about the rise and fall

The Tao is ruthless, and the Tao is affectionate, how to think about it

The Tao is ruthless, the Tao is affectionate, and it is difficult to think about it......"

Before a song was finished, the comment area exploded:

The disobedient fish commented: It's a little windy outside, and my eyes are in the bricks, so let me find a place to hide. I'm too old to hear this.

The soul, nowhere to put the comment: once the voice is opened, it must be sung. If there is no one in the audience, it does not mean that the ghosts and gods will not listen. This song reminds me of my brother Leslie Cheung's classic - "Farewell My Concubine".

Sister Lin commented: Eight parties listen to guests, one side is mortal, and seven parties are ghosts and gods.

The landlord's little flower cat commented: It sounds good!!The ear is pregnant, what do you say to smash the car!You are so rich, I'll be your little wife!

The iron pot that ran around commented: the groove, this one can't spray, brothers, change the scene!!

Specializing in all kinds of bells and whistles, he commented: I ate a few big bowls with tears, I was in the groove, I went to the wrong theater, I hid, I hid. Excuse me, farewell!

At night, Meng Yanshan commented: This voice is simply amazing, dozens of streets away from that female anchor!! I didn't expect my brother to sing so well.

The strange little flying pig commented: Xiu'er in the front row sat down, stood in place, and I went to buy an orange. By the way, buy a nine-tooth nail rake to comb you in the middle.

Jack D Luffy commented: Listening to the old man's enthusiasm, he can't wait to find him a high-voltage line to play a song to reconcile.

The brightest star commented: If you don't get it, you report it, you know.

Brother Kunshan Hua Leg commented: I have NCMS, come to fight!

The famous little nymphomaniac commented: Sisters, have you noticed that my brother's appearance has increased a little? Just like my love, it has also increased a few points. Screaming on the spot, stepping on small broken feet.

The elf's eccentric commented: I didn't expect our teacher Wang to not only fry the chicken handsomely, but also sing so well, love love!!

............

The female anchor on the other screen on the side looked embarrassed, and the comments were all in the direction of Wang Junyao. There was a lot of equipment in front of her, and Wang Junyao was directly a cappella singer, and he made a judgment. Many viewers confessed in the comment area, and there were also online rioters who made riotous sentences regardless of the occasion, which was hilarious and couldn't cry or laugh. At this level, there are really few people who dare to go dark, and they will be drowned by the spitting stars immediately.

More than 200,000 people directly surrounded Wang Junyao and set off layer after layer of sound waves.

Ye Liangchen, who watched the live broadcast, found that the scene he expected did not appear at all, and he was so angry. He commented directly: Are you all deaf? This screaming and singing is so good, it feels like a ghost crying wolf.

But his comments were drowned in a sea of praise in an instant. This situation made him furious, and he directly smashed his mobile phone into eight petals.

Ye Liangchen couldn't be angry in his heart, he spent money to invite a female anchor and a water army, but he didn't cause any harm to Wang Junyao at all. So he called for an instant and scolded in a rage: "Am I paying you to watch? Not a single scolding person appears! Spray him, smear him, and splash dirty water!

The leader of the trolls received the call and listened to it with all his might. After all, it's the owner of the money, so it's good to be next to each other. But he's also a little difficult, this kind of invincible and perfect guy, how can he spray? No matter what, spray it no matter what! No matter where the water army goes, not a single grass grows!

So the comment area began to be smeared, forcibly saying that Wang Junyao was not all kinds of things. It is obvious that the behavior of the water army has been started by those true fans in various ways. The female anchor was hanging awkwardly on the side, running out of words, and didn't know what to do.

Ye Liangchen sent a message to the female anchor and asked her to find a few more difficult songs, and no matter what, she must find a way to make Wang Junyao embarrassed. Just when the female anchor was racking her brains to think of a song, Wang Junyao had already started singing the next song at the request of the audience.

Hearing that his voice was so good, Wang Junyao's gloomy mood was swept away. As soon as the singing voice opened, I couldn't hold it back. He didn't care about the female anchor, and sang a song "The Scenery About You in This Life" according to his mood.

Singing and singing, he unconsciously sounded the beautiful, carefree love in college.

"The lights were shining in the distance

You're alone on the road with your head bowed

The bigger the city, the more panicked it becomes

What a yearning

How long

......

Time makes us vulnerable and strong

Let me sing softly to you again

I wish I could spend more time with you

Tell you about the scenery of the first half of your life

In every silent night I think

Those love and hate about you are long

I want to be able to shine a light on you, too

Leave sunshine in your life

......

Accompany you through the mountains and rivers

Grow with you

This life is in your landscape

Who am I~~"

This is a slow-paced song that expresses love, and the light voice just interprets the helplessness of life. The plain tone tells of gentle affection. I want to have me appear in the scenery of your life, and I will accompany you when the mountains and rivers are long.

Those sincere emotions at that time were finally shattered by the cold reality.

All emotions have one of their greatest enemies, and that is the harsh reality. It's a touching love story that survives, but it's just a regrettable accident and a sentimental memory.

On the platform of the train, I see you off, waving slowly at the train that is entering an unfamiliar place. Is it a farewell to the past, or a farewell to youth, or ...... Finally, I would like to ask:

Who am I in your landscape in this life?

Wang Junyao sang by himself, the young and sweet figure in the university appeared in his mind, and tears rolled unconsciously in his eyes. Don't dare to say lovesickness loudly, for fear of arousing other people's injuries. The man who often comes into my dreams, are you okay?

Countless people in the live broadcast room wept one after another, and the singing was like water pervasive, bypassing all strong defenses and hitting the softest and most fragile place in the heart. No matter how deep it was buried, it was turned upside down and exposed to sadness.

The female anchor sat still, and the hot tears couldn't stop flowing. She was not only moved to cry, but also abused and cried.

It's a song that rubs the soul of a man! How can I win it?

Asking him to PK and sing, it is simply a humiliation! There is only the rhythm of tears.