Love letters written by the boys who were pursuing her.
The heart-fluttering feeling when a handsome boy she once secretly admired brushed past her.
At this moment, it's not just the audience at the scene.
The live stream attracted viewers from all over the country, drawn in by the singing.
They couldn't help but put down their work, listen to the melody of the song, and look at the screen.
It's as if my thoughts travel through time, guided by the song.
Scenes from the past flashed through my mind.
Joy or sorrow, happiness or hardship.
This folk song, which doesn't show off technical skills, seems to possess a magical power to purify the soul.
It can calm a chaotic mind in an instant.
Interlude of the song.
The guitar melodies, surpassing even those of master musicians, leap and dance, using the sound of the strings to continue people's imagination.
Images from my memory flashed by frame by frame in the moonlight.
As I listened...
Amidst the chaos of daily life, a longing for boundless freedom suddenly arose within me.
At this moment, all thoughts begin to break free and take flight.
The music and singing made one's mind and body feel ethereal and pure.
Every time I'm sad
"Just go and see the sea by yourself."
I often think of the friends I meet on the street.
"How many are currently recovering?"
The realistic folk song lyrics once again touched the hearts of everyone in the audience.
Accompanied by Wang Yueheng's performance.
The scene was once again illuminated by a sea of flashing lights.
"Ah...this..."
Hearing Wang Yueheng suddenly perform a masterpiece of folk music.
Luo Xiaoxiang, who had just finished a lively dance, couldn't help but take two steps back and sit down on a chair to the side.
Although he never sings folk songs, he can understand this from his experience as a music mentor.
How much of a shock will this folk song, which was born out of nowhere, bring to the world?
A moving melody, lyrics that touch the soul.
The so-called niche style.
After tonight, it is very likely that another dramatic change will occur in the Chinese music scene.
In the future, folk music will very likely, no, it will definitely no longer be a niche genre!
"Oh no, if I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have gone on stage to perform..."
Sun Xing was equally astonished at this moment, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yueheng casually produced a song of phenomenal quality.
Moreover, it seems that there was no careful preparation at all, and it was completely improvised on the spot!
When I first heard that Wang Yueheng was going to sing folk songs...
He thought the other party was deliberately letting him and Senior Luo Xiaoxiang win.
Now it seems...
I was overthinking it...
The ethereal singing accompanied the live broadcast across regions.
Hundreds of miles away, in a key high school in Xilin Gol.
During evening self-study time, the senior high school classrooms on the third floor were brightly lit.
The classroom was filled with newly enrolled senior high school students who were getting extra help with their studies.
Several boys sitting in the back row were gathered together, watching Ni Shan's live stream.
The faint sound of music coming from the phone could be heard.
It attracted the attention of the surrounding students.
Even Luo Xiao, the top student and class beauty who was writing furiously, couldn't help but stop writing and lean back curiously.
I want to hear the melody and singing coming from my phone clearly.
Even the faint singing touched her deeply.
"Which class is this student from?"
Gao Yang, the senior grade director who was patrolling the corridor, also heard the sound of music playing from a mobile phone.
With his brows furrowed, he quickly followed the sound of the song.
It appeared in the back row of Class 1, Grade 12.
However, as soon as Gao Yang approached the back door of the classroom, he heard a melody coming from his phone.
Every time I'm sad
"Just go and see the sea by yourself."
I often think of the friends I meet on the street.
"How many are waking up..."
Gao Yang, the grade-level director, just bid farewell to a deceased relative or friend.
Hearing the soothing voice singing, I suddenly stopped in my tracks.
The right hand, which was originally about to push open the back door, also froze in mid-air.
Gradually.
Grade Director Gao Yang couldn't help but turn around and look at the night sky outside the corridor window, lost in thought as the song played.
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