A lonely brave man, the black fan of the celebrity wife cried

The remaining four members of the original group.

Feeling a little shivering.

Qu Haobo's expression was a little unnatural, obviously he remembered the thing that he participated in the competition before, and after being influenced by Yingchuan, his mentality exploded and his performance was poor.

Even his teacher was beaten, and his mentality exploded, announcing that he had quit the circle for a few years.

Not to mention Ji Chunming, who was influenced by Yingchuan and became even more mentally explosive, and the story of the stars.

This is also the only one among the remaining five members of the original group whose identity has not been revealed.

Ji Chunming began to tremble uncontrollably, thinking to himself—"Amen, don't choose me!"

The performance of the last collapse is still vivid in my memory, if I am affected by Yingchuan again, I guess I will really be eliminated!

Ha Shiqi, the most powerful original national team, looked a little unnatural, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It is precisely because he personally collaborated with Ying Chuan on "The Drunken Concubine", which brought great popularity and shock to Ha Shiqi.

An old guy like him has gained millions of Weibo fans because of this.

Weibo with less than 100 comments originally received tens of thousands of comments and reposts.

Thanks to my luck, the cooperation with Yingchuan rejuvenated my career and attracted a wave of traffic from young people.

Simultaneously.

Ha Shiqi doesn't want to confront Yingchuan! ! !

That abnormality is really beyond my ability to deal with! ! !

Finally, the beam of light stopped...

It's Hashiki!

I make up!

There was an uproar.

"Suddenly felt that this was the best result..."

"Yeah, the other contestants probably breathed a sigh of relief."

"The only one who can withstand the critical damage left by the Great Demon King Yingchuan is Teacher Hashiqi from the national team."

"Stop talking, look at Teacher Ha Shiqi's face is turning green, hahaha, his mentality is also broken now!"

"I always have to pay it back when I come out to hang out. I finally collaborated with the Great Demon King Yingchuan on a song, and the other players never dreamed of the opportunity. Let's go back now."

……

Ying Chuan looked very calm.

For him, it doesn't matter whether he is the first to play or the last to play.

Anyway, the song he wants to sing will not change.

Ha Shiqi rubbed his temples, and after the order of appearance was arranged, he looked at Yingchuan: "Yingchuan, please be merciful, don't spoil me, an old man, too much."

"Senior ha, you are too serious..."

The other contestants stepped off the stage one after another.

Only Yingchuan was left on stage alone.

All eyes.

Everyone stared at Yingchuan.

Looking forward to the quality of the divine comedy that Yingchuan can bring.

Create another peak!

Han Jili glanced at the current traffic.

What the hell!

There are already 5000 million!
Millions of barrages fly by every minute!

This result is really amazing!

soon.

After Ying Chuan died, the title of the song appeared——

"Fireworks"

hiss!
The title of this song...

Everyone couldn't help but get excited just seeing these four words.

If someone else named this song, they might think it was Secondary School.

But Yingchuan's naming of this song means that it is another national style music full of charm and lingering fragrance!
The audience dimmed.

The ambient light turns on.

It shines on Ying Chuan's overly handsome face.

Ying Chuan closed his eyes tightly, used his skills, and brought his emotions into the song he was about to sing next.

Open your eyes again.

The guitar sounded.

One after another.

With a sense of loneliness, a sense of sadness.

The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and breaks the world

The dream is cold and tossed, the love debt of a lifetime, and a few books
If you default to life and death
Waiting for the annual rings round and round
How many layers of the pagoda was broken, whose soul was broken?

The pain went straight to a mountain gate with a broken lamp and collapsed

Let me wait for history to turn around
Waiting for the wine to be mellow and waiting for you to play a zither

A breath of extreme sadness rushed over.

This is archaic.

A sad old tune.

Everyone closed their eyes and listened carefully.

It seems to be able to see a certain period of ancient, unknown, dejected love that survived.

Here comes the chorus.

The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you are always alone
The mottled city gate is entrenched with old tree roots

What echoes on the slate is to wait
The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you still guard the lonely city
The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village
Fate takes root is us
The chorus is over.

It accentuates the sad tone of the whole song.

Listening to youth ushering in laughter makes many people envious

The annals of history are too ruthless if they are gentle and refuse to write

Fireworks are easy to be cold, personnel and affairs are easy to divide
And you're asking me if I'm serious
Thousands of years later, who will be waiting

And how can Qing History not be true to Wei Shu Luoyang City

If you are passing through the door of the previous life
follow the world of mortals follow me wandering life

Then cut the chorus.

Ying Chuan raised a tune.

The rain is falling, the vegetation is deep in the old hometown
I heard you are always alone
……

Fate takes root is us
Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity
The song is over.

Ying Chuan put down the microphone in his hand.

This song is so powerful.

Even Ying Chuan, who finished singing, couldn't stand it.

There's nothing high-pitched about this song.

Some are just stories told in a loop through singing.

About the love of that era.

In the end it ends in tragedy.

Ying Chuan took several deep breaths.

Finally, he bowed to everyone.

soon.

The audience came back to their senses.

Involuntarily wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Applause for Yingchuan.

As Ying Chuan felt, the song was too powerful.

There is no treble that makes people want to lift the lid of the soul, and explodes to the extreme.

Some are just cyclical and gradual, which makes people feel sad and lingering.

"Come on! Fireworks are easy to sing, I actually cried unknowingly after listening to this song!"

"Me too... There is always a deep sadness spreading in my heart."

"At the beginning, I didn't feel anything. The more I listened, the more I felt more energetic. No, I have to get a bottle of Erguotou peanuts to relieve my depression."

"I seem to...see my past life. Could it be that my past life is the protagonist of this song?"

"Did the people upstairs think too much, go to the hospital if you are sick, and you can still hear the past life when you listen to the song?"

"The lyrics are so gorgeous, what kind of brain is Teacher Yingchuan? Can you write such lyrics?"

……

The barrage exploded directly, and there were various discussions.

Guest room.

Deng Ziqi, Li Ronghao, and Hu Yanbin also gave a very high evaluation of this song.

Especially the lyrics.

Deng Ziqi: "Mr. Yingchuan's singing skills are really beyond doubt. Such a flat and deep magnetic voice fully expresses the sad connotation contained in this song."

Li Ronghua: "Yeah, even if I try to imitate my voice forcefully, I can't imitate that charm. It's too difficult to sing a sorrow that hovers in my heart with such a singing voice."

Hu Yanbin: "Listening to youth ushers in the laughter makes many people envious. The annals of history are gentle and unwilling to write. They are too cruel. Fireworks are easy to be cold, people are easy to divide, and you are asking me if I am still serious... The lyrics of this song are really invincible, teary eyes !"

Shen Nuannuan was engrossed and closed her eyes.

Recalling the melody just now in my head.

Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously.

Erase at will, but never forget.

It was as if a stone was blocked in my heart, which was so heavy that I couldn't push it away.