[191] Farewell

Didn't show up?

The beautiful host was stunned for a moment, and her eyes lit up: "Classmate Ye, do you want to sing an original song?"

Ye Xuan was noncommittal, and had already taken a guitar to debug it.

Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed, this is really the rhythm of singing an original song!

But then they were a little confused, original songs, can this work?

The two sisters, Xiao Chuqing and Xiao Fei'er, looked at Ye Xuan, who was focusing on tuning the piano on the stage, and couldn't help but be stupid, especially Xiao Chuqing, who was already in tears.

No matter what Ye Xuan sings, it is the most beautiful in their hearts.

However, Ye Xuan completely annoyed Chu Jiangchuan's supporters and fans of the song "Leaving People Sorrow".

"Hmph, being handsome doesn't mean that you sing well!"

"Yes, when it comes to singing, our Jiangchuan is the most durable, I didn't see that scout who has been pestering our Jiangchuan!"

"That's right, I also support Senior Chu. ”

Chu Jiangchuan still has a lot of supporters in Kunshi No. 1 Middle School, and they have attacked Ye Xuan with mouth cannons, hum, let you say that the song chosen by our senior Chu is stupid!

"The song "Leaving People Sorrowful" is very good!"

"We only listen to the melody and the tune, and we don't care if the words are written in a meaningful way. ”

"That's right, you still want original songs, hehe, and you're not afraid of the wind. ”

"Can he write an original song that sounds better than "Leaving People"? joke!"

"Leaving People Sorrow" can become popular, and naturally there are many fans who support it, and at this moment they are glaring at Xuanzun on the stage, ready to see Ye Xuan make a fool of himself.

The beautiful host hurriedly asked, "Classmate Ye, I don't know what kind of song you want to sing?"

"Song, I haven't thought about this yet. ”

Ye Xuan said arrogantly while pulling the strings of the guitar.

"......" The beautiful host is going crazy: "Big brother, are you a tease invited by the monkey?"

Ye Xuan nodded and agreed: "If I'm a teaser, who is the monkey?"

Poof!

Some of the students who understood laughed unkindly.

Nima, doesn't this mean that Chu Jiangchuan is a monkey!

Chu Jiangchuan's female fans quit, and glared at the host on the stage one by one, and the latter's face turned green.

And Chu Jiangchuan himself is about to explode, if it weren't for the fact that there are many people here, he would have scolded him if he wanted to maintain his personable image, but fortunately, his fans were still very protective of him.

At this time, Ye Xuan adjusted the piano, held the guitar, and stood in the center of the stage.

The audience rose and went, and from time to time there were a few boos and ridicule.

"What are you singing?" Ye Xuan said to himself, the original song was called "Leaving People Sorrow"?

Leaving people?

Who in the world can better understand the sorrow of leaving people than Xuanzun?

Suddenly, a song came to his mind, looking at the dim clouds in the sky, his eyes were deep and distant: "A song "Farewell" is for everyone! ”

"Farewell" is a poem written by Ye Xuan, who was also the eighth generation of Uncle Li.

That winter, when the snow was falling, the old Shanghai was desolate, Ye Xuan saw how difficult the people's livelihood was, so he made a grand wish to save the people from fire and water.

He packed his bags and said goodbye to his friend Li Shutong, saying: "Uncle and brother, the national disaster is at the head, and we will have a meeting later." ”

As he spoke, he waved goodbye and didn't even enter his friend's house.

Later, Ye Xuan learned that after he left, Li Shutong looked at the back of his former friend and stood in the snow for an hour, even hearing his wife's many calls, and then, Li Shutong returned to the house, closed the door, and let Miss Ye Zi play the piano, and he wrote with tears: Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green...... Ask you when you will come, and don't wander when you come.

Then Ye Xuan composed this song, and after several circulations, it would be sung by an artist named Pu Shu in the new era, but because of Ye Xuan's butterfly wings, Pu Shu did not appear.

Therefore, now it can only be sung by Ye Xuan himself!

"Farewell, farewell to your sister! This name is simply not the same level as the sorrow of leaving people. ”

"The name of such a turtle must be ugly!"

Some classmates whispered.

"It's that hillbilly! Why is he still alive?"

Tang Qingya pursed her lips, a trace of gloom flashed in her eyes, and then she looked at Xiao Chuqing on the side, very surprised:

"Can this hillbilly sing?"

Xiao Chuqing shook his head, "I don't know, but if he dares to come to power, he must be sure." ”

I don't know when, Ye Xuan's image in her heart became extremely tall.

"I think he's pretending. Tang Qingya's words were disdainful.

At this moment, Ye Xuan's temperament changed suddenly, and his body was filled with a vicissitudes of life and sadness, and his eyes were full of loneliness and loneliness.

People who are familiar with Ye Xuan's faces have changed wildly, at this moment Ye Xuan gives them the feeling that they are a different person, and their temperament has become completely different, Ye Xuan in the past gave people the feeling of being like a mountain, with no one in his eyes, unruly.

Now it is like the blue sea, deep and vast, melancholy and vicissitudes.

His slender jade-like palms plucked up and down the strings, and the beautiful melody spread through the microphone throughout the playground.

"This voice ......"

Everyone was shocked, and Tang Qingya's body trembled slightly, "This guitar plays well, this song is really composed by himself?"

Looking at the young man in white playing the guitar under the light, Xiao Chuqing's eyes were obsessed, she also studied music herself, of course she could feel that Ye Xuan's pitch was excellent.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintance is half scattered. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green. Ask you when you will come, and don't linger when you come. ”

The audience held their breath, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone was listening quietly.

His voice is so layered, as if it contains an indissoluble sorrow, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, when it is low, it makes everyone's hearts fall to the bottom, and when it is high-pitched, it makes everyone seem to climb to the top of the mountain.

It's a feast for sound!

At this moment, there was only one voice in the audience, and everyone was deeply impressed by the young man who sang affectionately on this stage.

This is the real singing, the tune that sings with the soul, it's awesome!

Compared with Ye Xuanyi, what Chu Jiangchuan sang was like a dog/, thrown into the garbage heap, and the flies were disgusted and disgusted.

"How...... Possibly?"

Chu Jiangchuan, who is arrogant and can go to heaven, is like a mourner, he lost, compared to Ye Xuan, his singing voice is not at all unbearable, and he has a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness in his heart!

(End of chapter)