Tang Zhi Wuxia and Qian Dachao talked a lot, clicked on Jiang Dongliu’s singer homepage and closely followed Jiang Dongliu’s fans to pay attention to it.

After raising a big character board, Jiang Dongliu's number of fans quietly broke.

Three fans were attracted by Jiang Dongliu's funny behavior and followed Jiang Dongliu.

Fortunately, these three fans are ordinary fans, one of which is a paid VIP fan.

Their username does not have a scout certification mark.

Tang Zhi's tense nerves could not relax, and he was still praying silently.

In the main live broadcast room.

The title and lyrics of "Horse and Dudu Riding" that Jiang Dongliu wants to sing are all included in the lyrics column.

Many viewers lost their interest in listening to the song when they saw this childish song title and childish lyrics.

Some fans who like to find their presence online directly played the barrage of bad news, pouring cold water on Jiang Dongliu.

But many fans also think that the scenes written in this song are so familiar and have a childhood feeling, so they unconsciously started to recite them in local dialects.

When the staff of the Mawangdui Singer Club saw a gangster like Jiang Dongliu and sang nursery rhymes with a huge contrast, they felt that Lao Su's victory was more stable.

The female vice president was smoking a cigarette and looked contemptuous: "This hooligan pretends to be quite powerful, but he sang a nursery rhyme, which he wrote by himself, so I just laughed."

Su Yuncheng also felt that he was sure to win and commented: "Singing nursery rhymes is the least confident expression. This hooligan probably has no level, just to join in the fun."

The fat boy stood a box of cigarettes he had just opened on the table and said arrogantly: "I keep my word. He wants to be able to sing. I ate this box of cigarettes, and no one left! Whoever left is the grandson!...Oh, he plays this guitar quite well."

Amid the clamor of the fat-headed boy, Jiang Dongliu, who was playing in the live broadcast room, had already demonstrated the master's demeanor.

The seemingly ordinary fingers slowly plucked the strings, imitating the fingering of the old silk strings, and presented a warm childhood scroll in front of everyone.

As soon as Jiang Dongliu played the piano, all the staff in Mawangdui stopped talking.

An expert knows the trick.

Although they only had a few fingers, they all realized that this gangster uncle was not here to make fun of it.

The three bored professional judges were also aroused to appreciate the chords played by Jiang Dongliu.

The three of them took a look at the lyrics column at the same time.

After confirming that this is an original work, they waited for Jiang Dongliu to sing with a stronger interest, and wanted to hear what the level of singing is like a mute who held up the brand for a long time.

Qian Dachao, Tang Zhi and others were all attentive at this time by Jiang Dongliu's music, holding their breath, waiting for Jiang Dongliu to open up.

They were praying more or less in their hearts, hoping that this singer's genius would not make a fuss in such serious occasions and never sing randomly, otherwise they would be worn by professional judges.

Jiang Dongliu was now in the top performance state loaded by the system.

The warm past of playing at grandma’s house as a child appeared in my mind.

A nostalgic smile like a rejuvenated child appeared on the corner of her mouth.

With endless longing, he started singing softly:

"Mama Dudu riding~

Riding to that quack~

Don't you kill the chicken~

I want to go back to the doll~

Don't kill the goose ~

I want to cross the river, baby~

Gaga, he will do whatever I can do.

…”

Unlike the innocent and innocent childish voice of the sail, Jiang Dongliu's opening, accompanied by the warm slow-tuning sound, it is like a warm male uncle telling people a beautiful childhood story, without any rush or slowness, slowly.

His mature and magnetic singing voice is not like the childhood brushes that playfully paint, but more like the calligraphy and painting masters using ink to embellish the beautiful childhood past that has passed away.

There is a hint of soft sadness in the warmth, gently knocking on the door of childhood locked in people's hearts, and all the beautiful memories of the past childhood are drawn from everyone's beautiful memories.

Local fans in northern Hunan were about to melt when they heard Jiang Dongliu's nursery rhyme with a mellow local accent. Although there were a few traces of adults' death from their childhood in the songs of Jiang Dongliu, what comforted them was full of warm and soft care like relatives.

The barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly became less and most of the audience were touched by the warm singing of Jiang Dongliu, which had a huge contrast between the image of his rogue. Just like an electric shock, he entered a state of listening with all his heart.

Some older people understand Jiang Dongliu's singing, and the warm currents of family affection buried deep in their hearts are quietly nourished. Under the mixed feelings, they all smiled in their hearts.

Qian Dachao's mouth was filled with the fragrance of stinky tofu, but his eyes turned red unconsciously.

He is a very emotional and rough man, with a thick and thin man, and he is easily moved by the singing that touches his soul.

Jiang Dongliu's "unorthodox" singing shocked Qian Dachao, Tang Zhi and others.

They had heard the singing of Jiang Dongliu's sword. The oppressive high notes of the sky splitting can instantly hit people's hearts like lightning, and unstoppable tear everyone's defenses.

But at this time, Jiang Dongliu did not sing his arms, but just held a folk song piano and sang slowly.

Just like telling your own story, without adding any so-called singing skills, the natural cheek mix was inadvertently weakened, and there was no such brutal aura as the sword without sharp edges.

But it is like this that slowly tells the past of childhood, stepping on the rhythm of people's hearts, winding like a small river reflecting the setting sun, slowly soaking everyone's heart.

It makes people immerse themselves silently and have endless aftertaste.

"Horse Dududu rides~

Riding to that quack~

Don't you kill the chicken~

I want to go back to the doll~

Don't kill the goose ~

Gagong took me to ride a motorcycle~

Gaga, he will do whatever I can do.

…”

Jiang Dongliu sang the same song repeatedly, but what was touched by the people who listened was a layer of heartwarming feelings that were deeper and deeper.

After singing these two short sections of Jiang Dongliu, the staff in Mawangdui Singer Club were all dumbfounded.

The female vice president almost got burned by the burned cigarette butt.

The sudden increase in temperature between her fingers allowed her to escape from the warm singing of the river flowing eastward.

She pushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray hard, and she sighed in silence: "This hooligan...sings well."

Several other staff members secretly glanced at the female vice president and did not dare to speak.

But there seemed to be a sentence hidden in their eyes: This is not just possible, it is very powerful!

The fat boy silently put the standing cigarette box back into his pocket, and he was sweating from behind, so he didn't dare to swear around anymore.

Su Yuncheng, who was originally sitting in the old monk, began to shake his legs unnaturally, and his anxiety was beyond words.

He didn't want to admit that Jiang Dongliu sang well, and wanted to find out the faults of Jiang Dongliu from various tricky angles.

The singing of Jiangdongliu was like a small river that could not be blocked by quicksand, slowly penetrated into every pore of Su Yuncheng.

In the end, he gave up all resistance like surrender and shouted in his heart: What awesome singer!
Chapter completed!