Chapter eight hundred and thirteen great young people
"It's about to start."
Everyone is looking forward to it!
They want to hear what it feels like to listen to Chen Ming sing on the spot.
Chen Ming,
This modern popular artist, without a tuner, can his voice be as perfect as the lossless sound quality version?
Or,
He doesn't need a tuner at all.
Many industry insiders have revealed that Chen Ming never needs a tuner to read the song.
Because the version he recorded was very perfect and there was no need to edit the sound.
Some believe it; but others question it.
The next second,
The guitar sound came out crisply, spread throughout the cultural hall, and then echoed.
This song is not a prelude to kill.
Everyone was not surprised.
The song "Preface Killing" is so rare. Even Chen Ming probably can only create a few songs.
Many times,
The charm of the song is gradual.
The prelude note is just the beginning.
But I have to say,
From the prelude to this song, this song should be a very positive and healing song.
When Chen Ming spoke and sang the first lyrics, everyone in the hall was shocked.
The lyrics are simple.
It's so simple that you can understand it at first glance.
What Chen Ming is good at is telling stories in plainness, which is a unique style he formed when he sang love songs in the early days.
In a moment,
Many people recalled the sad emotions of Chen Ming in the past few years.
At that time, Chen Ming was still very young.
He has not been polished too much, and his talent has begun to emerge.
In a blink of an eye,
Three or four years have passed.
yes!
Chen Ming has been in China for three or four years. In recent years, Chen Ming has done a lot of things, so it gives people a very long feeling.
But after thinking about it carefully, three or four years are too short.
“He is singing himself.”
Huang Xian said softly.
Over 60 years old, he has taken everything lightly.
But after hearing Chen Ming's singing, he inexplicably recalled the ups and downs and grievances he had when he was young.
Maybe,
Only you can understand the grievances and pains.
The same is true for Chen Ming.
His career has not been smooth sailing. He has experienced cyber violence, slander, and slander.
But he survived again and again.
Suddenly,
Huang Xian started to murmur lyrics.
"When the night turns over, there will be new days. Wait until the tsunami recedes, just the tide rises and falls."
As he was chanting, a smile appeared on his red face unconsciously.
This metaphor is very vivid.
When the night passes, light is welcome.
So many years,
He had never admired a young man, but now, he admired Chen Ming very much.
There was no other sound in the synagogue except Chen Ming's singing.
Everyone was listening quietly.
Once Chen Ming enters the state, he will not stop until he finishes singing a song.
The key is that Zhu Ping'an did not urge Chen Ming.
Others are patient too!
They want to hear Chen Ming finish singing this song.
The stage is very big.
Chen Ming is very young.
But on this stage, Chen Ming is the only protagonist, and his singing is the only weapon.
Chen Ming's singing reminded everyone of the grievances and pains he had encountered.
Very strange!
They felt the understanding of similar people from Chen Ming.
This understanding made their self-relieved grievances once again surged into their hearts, making their noses slightly sour.
"He... is really excellent."
"This kind of artist doesn't need a tuner, he's just a walking tape."
"I haven't felt so deeply intimate for a long time."
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A young man of twenty-seven years old.
Chapter completed!