[Football] I want to be with you

Chapter 14

As soon as Xunchi put his hand off Chunxi's head, he caught the eyes of two friends.what's the situation?You TM are a clean freak.Do you have any morals as a clean freak...

Xunchi didn't know why, but when he saw Chunxi and Chunxi's sunny smile, he really wanted to get close to her.The Fu family is high-ranking, and this only little girl is extremely loved by the Fu family. It is conceivable how many people will have their ideas on this child.Xunchi never liked this kind of trouble before, and he didn't like women, and he didn't like touching people's heads.I don't know why these dislikes are broken...

Xunchi was still thinking about some emotion in his heart. The girl over there who said bad things about Chunxi just rolled her eyes almost to the sky. Counting as whispers, the voice is not too low, especially some words that she wants Chunxi to hear. "Foreign female cousin", "watery", "smelly shameless" and so on... I guess they interpret Chunxi's calling Fu Ziming "Brother Ziming" as "Brother Ziming Love".My heart is dirty, and I think others are also dirty.

Fu Ziming couldn't listen to it at all, as if he was walking over to beat that woman up, but Chunxi and Xunchi stopped him at the same time, Chunxi felt that it didn't matter, his mouth was on her body, how she spoke was her business, not related.Xunchi grabbed him and whispered in his ear: "Ten years is not too late."

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Revenge now, not only loses identity and provokes criticism, but also has no way to give this person the greatest punishment.Take your time, plan slowly step by step, so that this life would be worse than death.Fu Ziming nodded. Xunchi has always been their dog-headed military adviser, and he has a lot of tricks. He understands how to fix a person can make that person feel the most painful.

Xun Chi looked deeply at the number and name tag pinned to the girl's chest: No. 144 Zhang Xuan, remember it.This person will not have a good life in the future.

This is the first round, and there are a lot of people participating. Zhang Xuan is No. 144, Chunxi is further behind her, and No. 216 has to wait for a long time.Fu Ziming and the three simply waited for her here, chatting with her, so as to save her from being nervous.In fact, this dressing room does not allow outsiders to enter, so Fu Chanwei did not come, but when Fu Ziming and the others came, the people in the dressing room had changed their clothes and finished their makeup, so they were not so strict.

Zhang Xuan, who went up first, sang "***" (because I don't want to write any songs to be ruined by this female contestant, so let's write ***). The pitch is well controlled, but when I rushed up, the sound broke , and the intonation is not well controlled.

Maybe this female classmate still thinks that she is very lucky (because the forced word is a bit ugly, I will replace it with the word "Fu" when it comes to it), and when she came down, she glared at Chunxi proudly. It's so awesome, you can't catch up with me even if you flatter me, be jealous of me... I don't know where the confidence comes from.

Finally it was Chunxi's turn. When Chunxi was called, Chunxi took a deep breath and was about to go on stage but was stopped by Xunchi. Seeing that he hesitated to speak, he finally said only one sentence: "Come on." Chunxi felt weird, but she still gave a friendly smile, and walked onto the stage with her skirt in her hands.

The light gradually dimmed, and Chunxi, who was hiding in the darkness and brewing emotions, lowered his head and closed his eyes, his whole state suddenly sank, in the thick darkness, Chunxi seemed to be brewing a mass of insoluble sadness in his heart.

"You are gone, so many years;

You are still by my side.

On that day, your smiling face,

close your eyes now,

I can still see"

Together with the music, Chunxi's voice flows out slowly, the strong sadness and longing in that voice seem to overwhelm people, sadness is like a sudden rain cloud, drenching people, cold into the heart, cold To the bone.

Professor Xu in the audience looked at the child immersed in sadness and began to think silently, whether he had gone too far, and asked her to put herself in the shoes of this feeling of sharing the pain with music. Seeing her sad face, Professor Xu's heart It also started to hurt.

And all the audience, judges, hosts.I was immediately brought into that sad world by Chunxi's singing.The night in Ulaanbaatar is too quiet, too quiet.When the sadness passed away, someone begged the wind in the wilderness to go slowly, and begged the clouds in the sky not to let her turn back, but the dark night of Ulaanbaatar swallowed everything, and there was nothing left, no wind could be heard, no clouds could be seen , Under this pitch-black curtain, something seemed to be surging.

When the little girl who ran from the clouds was tired, sadness and anger occupied her young heart. She began to call out to the silent night sky of Ulaanbaatar over and over again, calling out to hypoxia, auditory hallucinations, To the voice everywhere, shouting to everything like a bearded face.She was pleasantly surprised to find that it seemed that in the dark mist, an unusual answer became clearer and clearer, passing through the clouds and the wind, he was right in front of her eyes, she continued to call, and the two voices came together Countless vacuum tornadoes are rotating at high speed, they are about to meet together, and they are about to come back.

When the climax comes, when the Mongolian language in the background music sounds, it seems to be singing and talking with the female voice, lingering and intertwined.This kind of dialogue that transcends life and death and separates yin and yang becomes extremely soft. The emotions in this section are isolated before and after, and this is the softest part of the whole song.What is embarrassing is that the conflict in this section is also the strongest. Mongolian and Chinese are intertwined, but the mystery of the male voice and the softness of the female voice maximize this sense of distance. They miss each other, they miss each other, They caress each other, but they can't express their meaning, words are endless, they talk to each other but they can't get each other, they have been pulled a whole distance away.

Chunxi wants to find Chris, but she can't find it anywhere. She only knows Chris and football.Chunxi, the Portuguese team, searched all over, but there is no such person, there is no.Occasionally there is someone named Chris, and Chunxi has an intuition that it is not that person.

No one told her the boy's full name was Cristiano Ronaldo.Chunxi looks frantically, but always misses her.God has agreed that the two of you cannot meet now, there is no way, you can only choose to wait.

"Our World: What Has Changed

Our World: What to Expect

Our World: What's Left

In our world, there is only desert—"

When the real climax came, Chunxi's painting style changed suddenly, from tenderness to distress and anger that could not be found.The wild angry voice, intensely hissing and changing the point of voice, after she had a deep soul dialogue with fate, she not only stopped at the level of missing her friends, but this kind of estrangement and longing made her start to think about the world between her and Chris. Why is there such a big gap? What is she looking forward to; and what is left of her waiting for nothing, day after day of nostalgia.

There's nothing... nothing to find... no matter how hard you try.Chunxi's tears were almost falling, but she controlled her voice very well.The last whisper was mournful, trying to say something, but also seemed to be complaining about something.Fate will not satisfy everything for you because of your preferences, it will not even satisfy your small request—reunion.

When the last sound fell, when the lights returned to the venue, when everyone came back from the silent, desolate and frightening night of Ulaanbaatar.Almost everyone had tears in their eyes.Chunxi’s singing, it has a magical power that can bind your body, make you look up at the sky, and see that person again in your tearful eyes, and you can still communicate with him, listen to his chatter, and be with him in the sunset The wind was blowing in the house, and they talked to each other.

Almost everyone was brought into a scene by this piece of singing, and it touched the part that hurts the most in everyone's heart but is never willing to forget.Maybe it's the friendship with friends who haven't been in touch for a long time, maybe it's the longing for the lost relatives, maybe it's the nostalgia for those old days that can't go back.It is like a big hand holding your heart tightly, but it is sore, but you can't help but break your heart.The judges present felt this way.

I have been crying like a dog, but I still immerse myself in it without hesitation, just like falling into the deep sea, suffocating and painful.But still fell, fell...

As if the female singer on the stage, every voice of hers will not pass through your eardrums, but directly penetrate into your heart, making your eyes blurred with tears.Maybe I came to Ulaanbaatar involuntarily, knelt down on the quiet grassland, put my hands together, and said hello to the people in the sky, in my heart, and thousands of miles away.

Chunxi performed this song with a Tibetan accent that she recently learned from a Tibetan senior, making the sense of desolation in the wilderness expressed in this song to the extreme, and immediately hit everyone heart.

The ending was naturally without doubt, and Chunxi entered the second round with the highest score.

That Zhang Xuan who insulted Chunxi didn't actually leave, and I don't know why, but also to prove that his evaluation of Chunxi's "embroidered pillow with a bag of grass" is correct?

But after listening to Chunxi's singing, the whole person's complexion can be said to be as ugly as the bottom of the pot. She also cried, her eyes were red, but she just felt uncomfortable.What the hell, it must be because her teacher is good, the song selection is good, the atmosphere is good... Anyway, it must not be because she is good.

Xunchi looked at Chunxi, who was still immersed in the world of songs, secretly sad. David and Fu Chanweiwei were very busy encouraging and comforting their daughter.Chunxi's tears seemed to cut off a small space, a small space like the silent Ulaanbaatar night.Her tears are the only bright colors in that dark and silent space, like the flowing moonlight, flowing into the bottom of people's hearts, cool, astringent, sore and swollen that people are at a loss.Xunchi seemed to be fascinated by ghosts, took a step forward, knelt down in front of Chunxi, raised his hand to gently wipe away Chunxi's tears: "Don't cry, I will be sad if you are sad."

The author has something to say:

Wall Crack recommends everyone to watch Tan Weiwei's song "The Night in Ulan Bator" on I Am a Singer, it's so heartbreaking.In fact, the lyrics of this version of Night in Ulan Bator were adapted by Tan Weiwei, but it is really nice.Both Tang Jingjin and Tan Weiwei sang very well... As for Xunchi, I can only say, forgive me for messing around.