"After going through the hard times, the fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs croaks."
Lin Yueyue finished reading the ending words of the penultimate act of the musical skit and invited Wen Xi to the stage.
There were whispers in the audience.
“This sentence is well written!”
"It's just a pity that Wen Xi is singing next instead of Li Dongxing."
"It's a shame that this poem sets the stage so well. If it had been followed by Teacher Li's performance, it would have been perfect and would have definitely won an award."
.......
The golden lights on the stage gradually dimmed and focused on Wen Xi.
The audience, who were originally whispering, suddenly became quiet.
Under the spotlight, Wen Xi's hair seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, shining brightly.
She was holding a koa guitar, her long hair casually scattered behind her head.
Mr. Ni, the owner of the music store, also came to the music festival as a music lover and New Year's fan.
"Wow!! That's my guitar!"
Seeing Wen Xi using his guitar, he let out a monkey cry, attracting everyone's attention.
He thought Shi Yue wanted to borrow his guitar, and he was hesitant because he really wanted to protect the guest's privacy. He thought he was lending it to He New Year's Eve!
As a result, this guitar appeared in the hands of the traffic star he hated the most!
In his eyes, traffic idols and other "commodities" created by capital are not worthy of such good instruments!
The shadow of his daughter selling her guitar to support and vote for a popular idol once again loomed over Boss Ni's mind.
Thinking of the guitar that was sold, his heart ached like a knife.
Boss Ni was so angry that he called Shi Yue frantically.
At this moment, I wish I could skin him alive!
But Shi Yue was busy at that time and had no time to answer.
"How dare this brat lie to me! Forget about this job!"
Boss Ni was so angry that he pushed to the front of the crowd, wanting Wen Xi to return the guitar in public and embarrass Wen Xi.
At this time, Wen Xi gently tapped the guitar panel, and then a pair of slender hands began to pluck the strings.
The simple yet catchy guitar prelude flows from Wen Xi's fingertips.
The relaxing melody, accompanied by the chirping of insects on a summer night, and the whispering crowd gradually quieted down.
When Boss Ni heard the smooth melody, his pace of moving forward slowed down. What happened?
Although he didn't want to admit it, this prelude seemed quite nice!
"If you have too many complaints about this world."
Wen Xi spoke softly, her voice like the moonlight pouring down from the night sky on a summer night, light and reassuring.
“I don’t dare to move forward after I fall.”
"Why are people so fragile and cowardly?"
Just three lines of lyrics reminded the audience of their recent setbacks in life, as well as those moments of failure and helplessness.
As everyone listened to the song, they gradually immersed themselves in their own thoughts. Their previous doubts about Wen Xi and their resentment about the sudden absence of their favorite singer gradually faded away.
"Please turn on the TV and see how many people are bravely fighting for their lives."
“Shouldn’t we be content?”
“Appreciate everything even if you don’t have it.”
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Even the photographer was distracted for a moment when he heard the lyrics Wen Xi was singing. He forgot to move the camera and just kept shooting Wen Xi's face.
Wen Xi in the camera was wearing light makeup, her eyes were clear, and the light in her eyes was like crushed stars.
The long and curled eyelashes blink from time to time, touching people's hearts.
"Remember you said home is the only castle."
The netizens who were watching the live broadcast were speechless at the sight of this great face and this ethereal singing voice.
The barrage at this time was not as lively as before Wen Xi spoke.
Everyone is afraid that the time spent lowering their heads to read the comments will distract them and prevent them from enjoying this visual and auditory feast.
The festival goers who were immersed in the singing looked up when sparkling fireflies flew in front of their eyes.
Only then did they realize that fireflies had gathered above their heads.
They are sometimes scattered, sometimes gathered, reminding people of the experience of lying on a haystack and looking up at the night sky in their rural hometown when they were children.
Tears welled up in some people's eyes.
The summer nights of my childhood seemed to have happened just yesterday, but when I think about it carefully, it seems like more than ten or twenty years have passed.
At this time, someone noticed a bright light in the night sky high up: "What is that? Can fireflies fly that high?"
Everyone looked up at the sky, and Wen Xi had already sang: "The paper airplane of my childhood has finally flown back to my hands."
Those small bright spots in the night sky also lit up instantly at this moment, and everyone realized that it was a drone show!
These drones lit up colorful lights, forming a picture: above a rice field, a paper airplane was gently floating away in the wind.
He Sui and Xu Yuewan, who were waiting in the backstage, stood like two wooden sculptures. They were no longer shocked, but immersed in the singing.
They no longer had the energy to worry about why Wen Xi could sing such a song. Their thoughts drifted away like paper airplanes.
Hesui's hand, which was about to pick up the instrument, froze in the air for a long time before he realized that he had just been brought back to his memories by Wen Xi's singing. He was very upset.
At this moment, the singing, the pictures, and the atmosphere seemed to be natural, bringing great shock to every listener.
The lyrics sung by Wen Xi were like a paintbrush handed to everyone, and the listeners painted their own memories and dreams in their hearts based on their own experiences.
This shocking feeling gives people goose bumps.
I can’t explain it clearly, but I felt a lump in my throat. This might be what people call “resonance”.
"Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away."
"Countryside ballads are an eternal reliance."
Wen Xi's singing gradually came to an end. Before everyone realized how quickly time had passed, their thoughts had already drifted far away.
Wen Xi looked at the camera with clear eyes, and her crimson lips curled up in a slight arc.
"Go home, back to the good old days."
Wen Xi finished singing the last line of the lyrics, and her white fingers played the last melody on the guitar.
She stood up, took off her guitar, and bowed to the audience.
"Thank you everyone. The name of this song is "Rice Fragrance."
When the audience at the scene and online heard Wen Xi's thanks, they realized that the song performance had ended.
Everyone looked unsatisfied.
A moment later, the scene erupted in waves of applause and warm cheers!
Boss Ni in the front row excitedly shouted to everyone, "Did you see that? The guitar in her hand is my guitar!"
Boss Ni's expression was completely different from his previous angry expression, which looked like he was about to go on stage and beat Wen Xi up.
He now wanted to jump onto the stage and tell everyone that such an excellent piece of work was played with his guitar!
It's his honor!
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