The atmosphere today is particularly warm.
The audience below were all very engaged and cooperative.
Every time a song ends, it wins warm applause.
For Bai Li, concerts have been held many times, but she found that the audience has never been as large or as good as today.
They are really cute.
She thinks so.
But she soon found it funny in her heart.
She knew very well that most of these audiences came for Tang Xiaobao.
Well, I owe him another favor.
It seems that no matter where he is, he can always shine so brightly.
Even if he originally wanted to keep a low profile, he would eventually be noticed by everyone.
Yes, many viewers are now staring at Tang Xiaobao.
Guzheng is a magical instrument with melodious and pleasant sounds. Tang Xiaobao has superb skills. No matter what the song is, he can always play it very well.
Halfway through the concert, it was finally the turn of guest Tang Xiaobao to perform.
When Bai Li introduced to the audience that the next song would be sung by Tang Xiaobao, the audience below went crazy.
The audience stood up spontaneously.
Everyone was clapping hard.
Even some of the leaders of the most senior ministries are no exception.
Tang Xiaobao walked to the center of the stage with his guitar on his back.
"Thank you, thank you."
The applause continued with no sign of stopping.
Tang Xiaobao felt helpless.
He pressed his hands together: "Please stop for a moment."
The applause gradually died down.
Tang Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Everyone, thank you for coming to support my senior sister today. Thank you. Next, I will sing a song that everyone probably knows. It's a very old song. I dedicate it to everyone, 'My Deskmate'."
"You, My Deskmate"?
The audience was stunned.
This is indeed a very old song.
How could such a song be sung on such an occasion?
Is there any meaning behind this?
Or maybe he was taking this opportunity to confess his feelings to a former classmate?
Wow, everyone has so many ideas, and they are so weird.
Tang Xiaobao doesn't care about that.
He simply thought the song was nice.
The guitar started playing.
Melodious and slow.
Let the audience sit down quietly slowly.
"Will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday tomorrow? Will you miss the you who used to cry the most? The you that the teachers couldn't imagine or guess, the you who always said you liked being with me..."
Tang Xiaobao's voice is varied.
He can handle different types of songs.
For example, in the song "You, My Deskmate", he sang very slowly, his voice was a little hoarse and unusually warm, and he suddenly turned into a sunny boy.
But his voice is still so touching.
With a simple melody or a simple song, he can always sing into the hearts of the audience.
At this time, many audiences in the audience began to hum along softly.
This song is so familiar and classic that everyone can sing it.
As they sang, many people began to cry.
They recalled their school days.
Your deskmate may have long flowing hair or short hair, may be gentle as water or may be arrogant and spoiled...
I've argued with my deskmate, quarreled with him, written him a love letter, passed him a small note...
Those old memories, when I think of them now, feel particularly warm.
Those unpleasant little episodes at that time have now become the most beautiful memories.
Tears streamed down my face, but my heart was filled with strange emotions.
"Who married you who was full of melancholy? Who comforted you who was prone to crying? Who put your long hair up? Who made your wedding dress? La la la la la la la la..."
Tang Xiaobao sang quietly.
He also thought of his junior high school days...
In the audience, many people were moved to tears, including some elderly people.
Many people quietly took out their mobile phones and sent messages to classmates they hadn't contacted for a long time.
Many people also started sending messages to classmates.
The content of the messages is similar.
for example.
"Hey, who knows XXX's contact information? Please help!"
"XXX, I loved you back then!"
On the stage, Tang Xiaobao had already finished singing.
The sound of the guitar gradually faded until it could no longer be heard.
Tang Xiaobao raised his head and glanced at the audience below.
He was a little strange.
It seemed like everyone was not listening to him singing at all, as if they were thinking about other things.
No one cheered or clapped.
Tang Xiaobao was a little puzzled.
He thought he sang the song quite well, so why was there no applause?
It seems a bit embarrassing.
It's time to applaud.
He bowed helplessly: "Thank you."
It was not until this moment that some of the audience seemed to suddenly react.
"Master, you are awesome."
"Nice to hear"
"One more!"
"Master, don't go!"
"Master, we love you!"
More audiences also began to shout loudly.
The scene was in chaos...
Oh, it’s not called chaos, it’s just that the atmosphere is particularly warm.
Tang Xiaobao didn't care about that and was ready to leave.
But at this moment, Bai Li came up and stopped him as soon as she came up.
Her eyes were a little red.
"Thank you everyone. Since everyone wants him to sing one more song so much, how about letting him sing one more song?"
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