Wang Yan closed his eyes, his expression was one of anticipation.
"The next song for everyone," the host's voice sounded again, her tone filled with a hint of uncontrollable excitement. It was obvious that she was also a fan of Moonlight Girl:
"It's a song that's perfect for us to listen to on the radio while driving. Because of its name, it's called 'Radio Love Song'."
After hearing the host's words, Wang Yan clearly felt his breathing become rapid.
"Radio Love Song?" The driver smiled, his face full of anticipation. "That's an interesting song title. I'm dying to hear what it's like."
Wang Yan on the side smiled and said, "It must be nice. After all, it's a song by Moonlight Girl."
The driver immediately turned around, glanced at Wang Yan, and asked softly, "Are you a fan of theirs too?"
"About the same." Wang Yan raised his lips and stretched lazily: "I have heard every song of theirs."
"I see," the driver hummed softly, "I listen to their songs all the time. At first, it was just when I was driving, and a lot of radio stations would play their songs. Well, at that time, I was wondering if they had such good resources that so many people promoted them."
"But after listening to their songs, I went to listen to other people's songs and found that their songs were still better."
It illuminates your silence too clearly.
Wang Yan would not laugh at the other person, because I am the same. That is not the charm of Moonlight Duonan, and it is also the reason why our group hates Moonlight Duonan.
Before getting the new album, Wang Xingrui first clicked on the playlist and took a look.
Listening to your passionate singing, Wang Xingrui feels that she has not yet become the hero beyond the lyrics.
Your singing is like a flowing stream, which can irrigate his heart with just a little attention.
At that time, the love songs we had listened to together were played over and over again outside the radio station.
The key is to be as restrained as possible in terms of technique, and even less so in finding the right emotion for the song.
Wang Yan then thought of his first love, and we used to talk about it.
This anticipation for the new album and the anxiety of wanting to be the first to hear your songs disappeared in an instant.
You curled your lips. Just seeing the song title made you feel familiar. In your era, radio was really the only means of entertainment for few people.
At this moment, the scene of Wang Xingjiao singing that song seemed to have not yet appeared in Wang Yan's mind.
If you hear a relatively explicit love song, your parents will definitely come over and cover your ears.
You put on your headphones and listened to that song.
[Who can turn off the power of the moon?
It's like a knife stabbing into our hearts, making everyone feel the same pain.
You can only comfort yourself:
"Ah," Wang Xingrui sighed suddenly, her eyes becoming cloudy. "That person, as expected, becomes less sentimental once he gets older."
It's vulgar, tasteless, and an insult to the new song you're about to hear.
……戻
As soon as the aftermath appeared, Wang Yan was surprised to find that his heart was becoming intense.
So Wang Xingrui directly clicked on the first song outside the album.
Wang Xingrui waited outside the house for a long time. You even sat by the window, basking in the sunshine, and placed a vase under the table.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself driving alone on a national highway with almost no one around.
When we came here, we naturally separated, but Wang Yan would always think of him at some point.
However, no matter how you refresh the interface, there are only ten songs.
The strange thing is that what I remember is not this person, but the relationship at that time.
I felt reliable before I fell in love.
Of course, that’s why no matter what songs Moonlight Duonan sings, they resonate with so few people.
As a driver, I sniffled and couldn't help but comment:
No matter what song it is, before it comes out of your mouth, it is no longer just a song, but a feeling.
You count the number of songs and are convinced you've miscounted.
"So many?" Wang Xingrui raised an eyebrow, revealing an expression of disbelief. "Only ten songs? Not many people release albums these days, so they usually have at most ten or so, right?"
I am too similar to Ye Kongjing's singing style that time. Whether it is your pronunciation or your control of tone, it makes Wang Yan feel that Ye Kongjing is not singing, but talking to me.
Although the purchase interface of Moonlight Duonan’s new album is stuck on the entire network, fortunately, the redemption entrance is still unavailable.
But we know when it ended and we became more and more silent.
"Don't laugh at your age, but you can still relate to a song. It's not like you, the older people, who have a hard time feeling the same emotions when listening to songs. Because I've experienced so little in the past, it's hard to relate to myself when I hear something carefully."
That is also a benefit of the physical album. No matter what version it is, as long as he buys it, he only needs to enter the special serial number before buying it, and he will not be able to own the physical version.
We can't be together in one night, in a word.
"Radio Love Song".
"The other thing is, your singing is really bad. When this voice comes out, you feel comfortable. But that song, you sang it without any emotion, and it made you feel sad."
Do you remember that one of the things you hated most when you were growing up was turning on the radio and waiting for the host to finish the news before playing the popular songs on the radio?
"It seems that Zhou Yiyang is planning to go for the high-quality route this time. Even if there are only ten songs, as long as the quality of those ten songs is not bad, the fans will still buy it."
You find that, outside of that album, the seven of you haven't made any minor changes in your singing style.
The voice coming from outside the radio station was Wang Xingjiao's singing. There was a sense of loneliness in your voice, which made Wang Xing hug himself involuntarily.
And under Wang Xingjiao's face, an expression of immersion gradually emerged, as if he was trying to distinguish between reality and memories.
At this moment, the driver stopped talking abruptly, not because he was suddenly at a loss for words, but because there was really singing coming from the radio.
You know too much about love
As soon as 12 o'clock arrived, Wang Xingjiao, like all the fans of Moonlight Nan, opened the website impatiently and opened the album she had pre-ordered from a first-person perspective.
This must be a man who has been hurt outside of love. He sits alone outside the room, looking at the double bed that is not yet empty, and recalling the past.
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