It took eight years to debut

Ru Ke felt that this was a kind of blasphemy against Wang Qian and music.

What Wang Qian sang was real poetry, the art of music!

How about them?

But they regard singing as a competition and music as a tool...

Ru Ke's words made everyone feel ashamed.

Professor Wang is the realm of a true artist.

every song...

It's all art!

There are ideas that they can't reach.

Two songs tonight.

explained it to them.

What is love.

What is happiness.

What is middle-aged memories.

What does it mean to grow old forever!

A period of regret.

A period of success!

They just have to think about it.

I feel numb all over.

That was the trembling that they were moved by understanding the core idea.

In terms of realm height, they are more than a step behind!

Why compare with Professor Wang?

but……

They chose this show, this path.

They still have to keep going.

only……

At this moment, they are much less competitive.

Almost all of my thoughts are focused on my own music thinking.

can make music like this.

That's what they want.

……

Wang Qian's singing didn't stop.

Or so to speak.

The story he told was not over yet.

Just like the picture of happiness, there will never be an end.

On the TV, Wang Qian's guitar and singing came out.

"When you get old, your hair turns gray."

"Drowsy."

"When you're old, you can't walk anymore."

"Keep warm by the fire and remember your youth."

"How many people have loved your youthful and joyful hours."

"Love your beauty, false or true."

"Only one person still loves your pious soul."

"Love the wrinkles on your old face."

"When you're old, your eyebrows are downcast."

"The lights are dim and dim."

"The wind blows, your news"

"This is the song in my heart."

Xiao Dongmei had already spread a piece of paper on the coffee table, and the brush in her hand moved quickly on the white paper.

One by one, the unique thin gold characters were written.

Xiao Dongcheng, the younger brother who had just arrived from the mountain city during the day, stood beside him grinding his ink quietly, not daring to say a word, not even daring to make a sound.

The brush in Xiao Dongmei's hand moved quickly, and the words written on the white paper were exactly the lyrics sung by Wang Qian.

writes.

writes.

A puddle of water appeared on the white paper.

Xiao Dongmei's hand also froze for a moment, and then continued to write.

Xiao Dongcheng still didn't dare to speak, looked at the dozen or so water stains that had dripped on the white paper, and looked at Wang Qian on the TV screen, shaking his head regretfully.

Wang Qian's singing became softer.

As if really getting old.

"When I'm old."

"I wish so."

"This song is for you."

Xiao Dongmei's writing hand stopped suddenly, and tears immediately fell like broken pearls on the white paper drop by drop.

However, Xiao Dongmei still didn't say a word.

Xiao Dongcheng didn't dare to speak, he didn't even dare to give a tissue to wipe his tears, he was afraid that his sister would find him still here, so he could reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

Put down the brush.

Xiao Dongmei took out a tissue and wiped her cheeks, turned around and sat on the sofa, and continued to watch Wang Qian's handsome and mature face on the TV screen without blinking.

Xiao Dongcheng tiptoed towards his room, covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and stopped his breathing, fearing that any slight movement would make his sister discover his existence.

Based on his many years of experience, he can imagine that he discovered some secrets of his sister, and there is absolutely no good fruit to eat.

However, he was also somewhat happy and worried.

Happily, my sister has been single for 30 years and finally has someone she likes.

Worryingly, that person already has a girlfriend.

……

on site.

Wang Qian plucked the guitar lightly with his fingers, the smile on his face was still warm, and his eyes were still looking at Yu Jingruo in the audience.

The two stared at each other for several minutes.

For the entire time of the song, he didn't move his eyes.

Wang Qian sang slowly.

"I can't keep all the years."

"Years keep me."

"The fragrance that never stops for me."

"It's my spring."

"How many people have loved your youthful and joyful hours."

"Love your beauty, false or true."

"Only one person still loves your pious soul."

"Love the wrinkles on your old face."

"When you're old, your eyebrows are downcast."

"The lights are dim and dim."

"The wind is blowing, your news."

"This is the song in my heart."

"When I am old, I will be for you."

"Sing this, the song in my heart..."

Wang Qian stopped playing the guitar.

Only the purest sound.

"When I'm old."

"I want it for you."

"Sing this, the song in your heart!"

The sound slowly stopped...

It didn't stop abruptly, Wang Qian's aura lingered on the microphone for a long time, as if it didn't stop.

Just like the happiness expressed in the song lasts a lifetime.

I can't stop thinking about it.

on site.

Still kept quiet.

Wang Jingyu had stopped crying.

However, the makeup on her face has been washed out by crying.

Tears were still flowing slowly down his cheeks.

She looked at Wang Qian without blinking, her eyes were a little empty and dazed, completely immersed in the happiness depicted in the song.

She doesn't want to wake up.

Because that is what she desires most.

Yu Jingruo in the audience smiled at Wang Qian while shedding tears, wiping his eyes with one hand from time to time.

She hoped that she would always smile in front of Wang Qian, always be a beautiful side, and not add any troubles and burdens to Wang Qian.

The same was true for Qin Xuerong who was standing behind Wang Qian, smiling happily while wiping away tears, his expression was full of happiness and longing.

She has a belief like steel in her heart.

No matter what happens next.

She will go to the old age with Wang Qian.

Live the life described in this song.

in the lounge.

Liu Shengnan, Jiang Yu, and Murong Yue also had tears in their eyes.

However, there are many people in the lounge.

No matter how moved the three of them were, how much they wanted to cry, they held back at this moment.