So when she sang softly, her expression and tone were as if she was talking to someone.

So kind and so heartfelt.

Every word is so sad.

[The wind blowing through the wilderness, please walk slowly

I use silence to tell you that I am drunk

The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet

Even the wind can’t be heard.

However, when Wen Yuan sang, she did not simply narrate the song in a straightforward manner.

For a singer of her level, all her skills have long been hidden and not integrated into her usual singing.

Every ups and downs can stir up the listeners' emotions.

Every turning point is a preparation for the next outbreak.

However, what cannot be hidden among her skills is her sincere heart.

"Mr. Zhou, do you want toilet paper?"

When Guan Fei saw Zhou Yiyang's red eyes, she did not laugh at him at all.

Because she was the same. After hearing this song and Wen Yuan's tearful performance, many images appeared in her mind.

She thought of her grandmother, the woman who loved her the most when she was a child.

As tears fell, Guan Fei even suspected that she smelled the fragrance of rice flowers.

Because she returned to her hometown and saw her grandma.

The smell of rice wafting from the chimney is her childhood memory.

In a blink of an eye, grandma has been alive for more than ten years.

The sadness that had been suppressed for many years was easily evoked by Wen Yuan.

Guan Fei had to admit that even if Moonlight Girl ran into her, it would be difficult for her to win this performance.

Zhou Yiyang took the toilet paper and nodded. He never thought that he was also moved.

I can’t remember the last time I heard such a touching song.

Even a heartless man like Zhou Yiyang was moved. As for Su Yin, she was now in tears.

At this time, none of the three of them interrupted each other. They knew very well that what Su Yin needed now was just a channel and a way to vent.

For her, it was okay to cry.

And this is not shameful, in fact, the eyes of the three of them were red.

And in front of the TV, I don’t know how many viewers shed tears when they heard this part.

Like Su Yin, many people remembered their deceased relatives and friends...

Moreover, many people have left this world for more than ten years. The wounds that had originally healed were brought back to their memories through Wen Yuan's singing.

In the audience, Luo Chen heard a sob.

He turned his head in disbelief and saw that the person crying was the big brother from Northeast China.

He covered his face with his broad hands, not wanting anyone to see his current appearance.

"My dad, if he were still alive, he would be fifty this year."

"There is a tree in my yard that he planted when he was alive. Now it has grown from a sapling into a big tree."

The man's voice would become more choked from time to time, but Luo Chen did not interrupt him, but listened quietly.

"The trees are blooming this year, and I really want to know if Dad misses me."

…

Wen Yuan herself was also very excited, but she knew very well that as a singer, she had to control her emotions. This was her professional quality.

Wen Yuan's performance was also quite stable. After laying the groundwork for a long time, she finally changed to the traditional singing style.

When she opened her mouth again, her powerful voice, like a child's cry in the mournful night, brought tears to many people's eyes:

Ulaanbaatar Night

Hey you there

You exist in every corner of this world

Hey you there

You pass through the wind

Coming back through the clouds and everything]

If we say that in the previous paragraph, Wen Yuan was restraining her emotions and telling the story in the tone of a narrator.

Now, in this section, her singing style, which combines folk singing techniques, is full of power.

At that moment, she finally completed the transformation of her identity, from a narrator to an eyewitness.

She is telling the audience through her singing that she is singing about herself.

Isn’t that lingering “come back” the expectation of Wen Yuan, Su Yin, and everyone else?

As for foreign audiences, they are being shocked again and again.

Every time they thought that was enough, that this was enough to explode, Wen Yuan brought them another surprise.

The emergence of Huima has amazed many people in the industry, and some even want to use such accompaniment in their own performances.

Wen Yuan's folk singing style impressed all the music critics, and many people danced excitedly in front of the TV like monkeys.

They can be sure that, purely from the perspective of singing skills, Wen Yuan's performance tonight was perfect.

Whether it is technique, singing, atmosphere or emotion, it is impeccable.

Jin Xiuyu, who was waiting backstage, was dumbfounded.

Her face suddenly turned red, thinking that she had been hoping that Wen Yuan would be eliminated, leaving her a spot to advance.

She is so stupid.

Judging from Wen Yuan's performance tonight, her number of votes will definitely not be low, and she might even be able to make it to the front row.

But Jin Xiuyu was not jealous at all. She was a singer and she certainly knew how difficult it was to sing this song like this.

It's not enough to just express your emotions; singing without self-control will only expose your technical shortcomings.

“She’s amazing.”

Owena said admiringly:

"The voice is so steady and the emotions are so rich. This kind of performance is beyond my current ability."

The Iron-masked Man had already stood up, with two lines of tears suddenly hanging on his face:

"It sounds great, um, it's perfect. This song is the winner tonight."

In the end, Wen Yuan did not disappoint everyone's expectations. She completely let go of her voice and brought an extremely shocking performance:

What has changed in our world?

What our world expects

What's left of our world?

Our world is only a desert]

The most amazing thing was that after her explosive singing, she naturally sang a piece in Mongolian.

For many audience members at the scene, they could not understand Mongolian.

But this did not prevent them from feeling Wen Yuan's emotions.

That almost heavenly singing was like a gust of wind, flying all the way from Shanghai and finally returning to the Ulaanbaatar grasslands.

Tonight, on the grassland, perhaps there is a young man lying on the grassland, looking at the bright moon and starry sky above his head, humming this song.

If it rains, it must be the tears of old friends.

…

After Wen Yuan finished her performance, she did not thank the audience.

"Sister Wen Yuan is crying!"

Wang Xingrui said with tears in her eyes.

Yes, Wen Yuan restrained her emotions for too long because of her professional ethics.

Now that the performance was over and she had shed her identity as a singer, all the emotions that had been brewing throughout the song came flooding back to her.

She burst into tears in front of a global audience, but it also brought a perfect end to the performance.