Chapter 67 The radio staff were collectively shocked, and a phone call came from the sponsor.
"This song seems to touch my very soul..."
Is he really just a new singer?
Chen Li is sitting in the lounge.
To hear Wang Yueheng's performance more clearly, I couldn't resist turning on the radio.
As a female rock singer, she originally wanted to hear how well Wang Yueheng sang.
But without realizing it, they were drawn into the other person's singing.
The emotions surged and I couldn't pull myself out.
It was as if all the hardships I had encountered in the past were suddenly recalled.
Then he turned to look at his agent, Zeng Wei.
The short, stout middle-aged man was already in tears.
She covered her face with her hands and secretly choked up.
Just a moment ago, he was still stubbornly refusing to acknowledge Wang Yueheng's singing skills.
The next moment, however, he burst into tears like a child.
Especially in the middle of the song.
Wang Yueheng even started whistling to himself.
The sound of a guitar mingled with the melodious whistling.
This instantly added an extra layer of loneliness to the already melancholic song.
This is the style of whistling accompaniment.
This stunned everyone present.
A toast to tomorrow.
A toast to the past.
"The heavy shoulders that support my body"
Although I've never believed in the idea of ​​mountains reaching high mountains and rivers flowing long distances.
Life is too short to dwell on the past.
"A toast to freedom"
A toast to death.
"Forgiving my ordinariness dispelled my confusion."
"Okay, I always leave hastily after dawn."
"The most absurd people are the ones who are clear-headed."
In the broadcasting studio.
Wang Yueheng raised his voice once again, like a pair of invisible hands.
This will amplify the already heightened emotions of the listeners on the other end of the radio wave.
He lifted it up again with great force.
Suddenly thrown out.
It's like riding a roller coaster while carrying everyone's memories.
It kept circling and diving.
Like a master of emotions, he uses his singing to touch the hearts of his listeners.
At this time, the radio station's live broadcast hotline had already reached thousands of people.
And it continues to grow.
Listening to Wang Yueheng's songs, many people, bursting with emotion, unprecedentedly wanted to enter the live stream room.
To recount one's experiences, encounters, and thoughts.
The listenership of this episode.
Before we knew it, it had reached a new high.
However, compared to being captivated by the singing...
Those paper figures have been temporarily forgotten by the staff.
In the broadcasting room.
Liu Xianghong, who has been diagnosed with cancer and given a death sentence by her attending physician.
He was already leaning back in his chair.
I closed my eyes and listened quietly, forgetting everything around me.
When I hear the saying, "Life is too short to dwell on the past," I feel a pang of sadness.
Liu Xianghong's heart skipped a beat.
One toast to freedom, one toast to death.
These lyrics seem to be sung for someone like myself who is about to die.
It is both sad and comforting.
Yes, so what if we die?
It's just another way of saying goodbye.
Everyone will face this kind of farewell.
It's just a matter of sooner or later.
Isn't this another kind of freedom?
Suddenly.
Liu Xianghong felt that she had become more at ease with death.
The singer next to me seems to be teaching people to let go of everything through his songs.
That magnetic, magical singing voice.
It allows all the complex thoughts to be gradually sorted out.
Either cut it off.
Either forget it.
Those who are clear-headed will only become more absurd.
Sometimes, being oblivious can be a form of survival wisdom.
Before she knew it, Liu Xianghong's eyes welled up with tears again.
The first time was because I was moved.
This time.
It's because I've let go.
"Is he really only twenty years old? Why does he sing with such a mature and weathered feel?"
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