Chapter 115 A Beautiful Myth That Touched the World: The Flame of Longing Never Fades
"Are you really going to sing an original song here?"
Upon hearing that Wang Yueheng suddenly wanted to play a gift-giving game with the streamer in front of her to boost his popularity, Mo Zixue asked with some concern.
She wasn't worried that Wang Yueheng would lose face.
Instead, I felt that it was a waste to just release a new song randomly.
"It's okay, I was planning to sing this song in my live stream tonight anyway."
"Since someone is willing to pay to listen, let's consider it an early broadcast."
Wang Yueheng whispered an explanation to Mo Zixue beside him.
Little did they know that such songs were nothing more than a drop in the ocean for Wang Yueheng.
Besides, there are also system rewards to be won.
Then Wang Yueheng asked Ni Shan's assistant for paper and pen, quickly wrote out the new song, and handed it to Mo Zixue to play the flute as accompaniment.
I saw Wang Yueheng sitting in the pavilion on the mountaintop, seriously starting to write songs.
Many netizens in the live stream were stunned in front of their screens.
Seriously? He's serious?
"Hmm, this figure seems so familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before."
Has anyone heard of any singer surnamed Wang going to Xilin Gol recently?
"It definitely can't be that rookie Wang Yueheng. He was attending a wedding banquet at the Kyoto State Guesthouse yesterday. It's impossible for him to have gone to Inner Mongolia overnight."
"Singer Wang Zetian? Wang Xiang?"...
Viewers in the live stream chat started flooding the screen with curious comments.
Since they can write songs on the spot, they must be professional singers.
Ni Shan might really be in trouble this time.
Seeing the masked man write a song on the spot, Ni Shan was only slightly surprised and didn't take it too seriously.
Even if we exaggerate a bit, the other party helped me gain a million views.
That's only equivalent to 100,000 yuan for a hundred golden dragons.
He can afford to pay that amount of money.
Not to mention that once the popularity level rises, you can also get more promotion from the Douyin system, which also brings many benefits.
To outsiders, he is a charity streamer who gives away dragons.
In fact, Ni Shan had calculated the returns from every penny spent clearly, and there was no way he would lose money.
"Are you done?"
Seeing Wang Yueheng hand the sheet music to Mo Zixue, who was wearing a long dress, the girl took out a flute from her schoolbag.
Ni Shan, who had been waiting for a while, asked.
As for the fact that the other party wrote the song in such a short time, he regarded it as a piece that had been composed long ago.
After all, no one would believe that someone could write a song on the spot in just five minutes.
"Brothers, get ready to type 'hahaha' in the chat!"
"Don't like this post! Stay calm, stay calm!"
"We can't let this kid get too arrogant!"
"Hey, we haven't even said what the song he wrote is called yet!"
Just as Wang Yueheng was about to start his live performance, the live stream chat was once again stirred up.
"Here's a microphone for you, otherwise you won't be able to pick up any sound."
Ni Shan's female assistant came over and handed a portable microphone to Wang Yueheng.
"Thanks."
Wang Yueheng turned to look at Mo Zixue, who was standing in the mountaintop pavilion holding a flute, and gestured for her to get ready.
"This original song is called 'Beautiful Myth,' and it is based on the myths and legends of the Millennium Peak in Montreal Province."
Then Wang Yueheng, holding a microphone, introduced himself to Ni Shan's live stream camera.
He was still wearing sunglasses and a scarf, but it didn't affect his performance.
"Putting everything else aside, there's nothing wrong with the song title!"
"I hope they don't ruin such a wonderful legend!"
"If you ruin the performance, I'll immediately call the Xilin Gol League Culture and Tourism Bureau and blacklist you!"
Upon hearing the song title, countless worried comments appeared on the screen.
Wang Yueheng closed his eyes as he faced the gentle breeze, searching for the feeling of the song.
Mo Zixue stood gracefully, placing the valuable bitter bamboo flute to her lips with both hands.
He slowly began to play the flute, referring to the sheet music in front of him.
A melodious flute tune suddenly rose from the summit of the Millennium Peak, carried by the summer breeze of the grassland in all directions.
"The Person in My Dreams"
"Familiar faces"
You are the tenderness I've been waiting for.
Even if tears drown the heavens and earth
"I won't let go..."
A rich, slightly melancholic voice, along with the sound of the flute, pierced through the air.
In an instant, it reached the ears of every listener, both at the venue and in front of their screens.
Ni Shan, who was standing to the side, was originally looking down and sending a message.
Upon hearing Wang Yueheng's singing, he suddenly raised his head.
That voice is amazing.
To sing with such a weathered voice, one must have at least ten years of singing experience!
"Enduring every moment of solitude"
"Simply because I made a promise."
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