"Yeah," Ling Hu sighed, "Songs like this are hard to find."
"Not really," Zhou Yiyang raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice, fearing that Ling Hu's agent would hear him. "If you come to my company, I can also give you a song like this!"
Ling Hu opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
He should have refuted Zhou Yiyang, but he couldn't find a reason for a while.
How could he refuse Zhou Yiyang?
How could he refuse a man who could easily write hit songs and scripts that sold well?
It was Bai Yangyu who broke the somewhat awkward atmosphere: "Let's continue listening to the song. Wang Xingrui's voice adds so much to this song."
Yes, this is what everyone felt after listening to it.
A singer like her can amaze people with just one good song.
In Wang Xingrui's mouth, this song was sung as a hymn for thinking about life, nature, and the universe.
When she sang to the climax, the altar under the feet of Lin Xuaner, Su Yin and Tang Yue also rose.
The four of them finally stood together, forming a row at the top of the tree.
The three of them sang harmony for Wang Xingrui, and the four voices blended together without any competition, and there was harmony.
At this time, a starry sky appeared on the ceiling, and the starry sky shone on their faces. As the four people performed a dance adapted from a minority ethnic sacrificial ritual, a feeling of vastness arose spontaneously.
After watching this performance, the audience suddenly felt that they were just as insignificant as the title of the song.
The host walked onto the stage full of emotion. He had just been listening to music backstage and had a lot to say.
For him, this song is definitely his favorite so far tonight.
Whether it is the depth of the theme or their singing and performance, they are almost the best.
He even felt that he had to go back and watch the scene several times before he could understand all the designs.
The audience's prolonged applause and tears on their cheeks proved the success of the performance.
"Thank you," the host said, looking affectionately at the four people who looked almost twice his age. He was delighted by the youth, who were truly formidable. "You gave us such a wonderful performance. I wish this was your concert so we could hear more of your songs."
Everyone in the audience was laughing, except for one boy band.
The dormitory boys who were about to go on stage looked like they had been possessed by another body, had lost their souls, and were staring blankly ahead.
They never imagined that Moonlight Girl would give such a shocking performance.
The level was so high that it surpassed their recent performances.
"Why don't we just not go on stage and humiliate ourselves."
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