Many people felt a surprise.

Wang Cheng’s new song…

Who doesn't look forward to it?

Who doesn't want to hear it?

Among those who can grab tickets to watch the concert, who doesn’t really like Wang Cheng’s works? Like Wang Cheng’s performances?

Therefore, when I heard that Wang Cheng might be singing a new song, there were some screams immediately.

"Ah...Wang Cheng..."

"Wang Cheng, do you have any new songs?"

"marvelous……"

"This vote is worth it..."

…

Han Xiao, Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi and others also had pretty faces full of surprise, and their eyes were fixed on Wang Cheng.

Song Xue said to Wen Yixiao: "Is this Wang Cheng's impromptu idea? It seems that the organizer is completely unprepared!"

The Bagua teammate said excitedly: "This proves the veteran cadre's awesomeness. A new song can be easily picked up at his fingertips. By the way, the veteran cadre has forgotten that he has a farewell song that he has not recorded and uploaded. Many people are waiting and screaming...

"

Wen Yixiao didn't say anything, just waved to Wang Cheng, hoping to make Wang Cheng look at her.

Zhu Ziqi happened to be sitting next to the three of them, waving to Wang Cheng...

Unfortunately, Wang Cheng didn't even look at them. He just held the guitar there and tuned it, ignoring them and all the other screaming people.

Han Xiao is the most calm, because she can see Wang Cheng every day, run, walk, and eat with Wang Cheng. She feels that she is happy enough.

However, when she heard Wen Yixiao and others saying farewell, she remembered that director Guo Shouxin had called her yesterday and asked her to tell Wang Cheng to record the farewell and upload it as soon as possible!

Penguin Music has urged me many times...

Han Xiao was so happy when she saw Wang Cheng that she forgot about it.

At this moment, she remembered and suddenly regretted agreeing to Guo Shouxin.

Because if Wang Cheng sang a new song today, she believed that she might receive a call from Guo Shouxin before the concert was over...

Dangdangdang...

Wang Cheng was adjusting this unfamiliar guitar Weiwei, focusing on his own world and not paying attention to everyone present.

The focused look, the aura exuding from his body, and his good looks really made all the men and women in the front row reluctant to look away.

Chen Yuqi whispered: "This is the first time I have a question, why can a person be so good-looking? I never care about other people's appearance, but I really want to say that Wang Cheng's appearance and temperament really make me...

I think it’s so pretty.”

Jiang Han shook his head: "I also want to know the answer to this question, Teacher Yu, what do you think?"

Yu Hong's eyes were also on Wang Cheng, his thoughts were a little blurry, and he said unconsciously: "Maybe it's the kind of temperament that comes from the depths of the soul, and the naturally perfect appearance, coupled with the absolute confidence and high level brought by talent.

Leng, to be honest, I can't find people like him in books, they only exist in fantasy, and I can't even write about them."

The four of them are all well-educated people. They have read countless historical documents and literary novels, but they have never seen or read about an almost perfect existence like Wang Cheng.

"Teacher Yu, just now Wang Cheng glanced at you and wanted to sing a new song. Do you think he wrote a song for you? I heard from the gossip that when Wang Cheng was on the Tomorrow Idol program group, he met

The Ocean Girls group from Singapore came to ask for autographs and wrote a poem for them. It is said that the standard is very high. It was the first autograph and poem that Wang Cheng gave."

Chen Yuqi whispered: "I just don't know whether it's true or not!"

Yu Hong was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "Most of the things in the entertainment industry are spread by lies. He is only nineteen years old, where does he have the talent and energy to accumulate poetry? Poetry is not like writing songs. It can be done casually and inspired.

It's just a matter of piecing together the notes. There is no strong literary foundation for writing poetry, and you can't write it even if you have inspiration, you can only hold it in..."

"Yu Qi, you come from a scholarly family. You have been studying since you were a child. You know almost all the cultural masters in Beijing. You are now a Ph.D. student in the Chinese Department of Beijing University. I ask you to write a poem now. Can you write it?"

Chen Yuqi smiled, shook her head and said, "Don't use me as an example again."

Although she participated in a poetry competition in Beijing and published a collection of poems.

However, she knew that her ability, that is, the level of a fledgling, might be considered top-notch among young people, but compared with the older generation of literary greats, she really was nothing, and her foundation was far behind.

That is to say, the literary world has been declining in recent years, so her level can still win awards.

If she had been born fifty or sixty years ago, or seventy or eighty years ago, her current level would be nothing.

If she were asked to write a poem now, she might just be able to cobble together a limerick, but she would not dare to send out such a limerick to meet people, but it would entertain Yu Hong and others...

Jiang Han also shook his head slightly: "It should be a rumor. However, the twins of Ocean Girl may really be fans of Wang Cheng. I saw them on the first day. I saw them again just now. They should be there.

Three or four rows! Maybe they came yesterday too..."

Yu Hong was a little speechless. He didn't know what magic Wang Cheng's concert had that could fascinate even the top female groups in Southeast Asia like Ocean Girls. They came to the concert for three days in a row!

At this time, in the inconspicuous area of ​​the fourth row, Ocean Girl Group Li Canghai and Li Qiushui were indeed standing there low-key, wearing disc hats that covered most of their faces, but they still had their feet on their feet.

Waved to Wang Cheng.

Ding ding ding…

At this time.

Wang Cheng's hand gently slid over the guitar strings, and a crisp and soothing music came out, which was no longer the messy music when debugging just now.

When everyone heard this music, their hearts suddenly warmed up, and then the scene gradually became quiet.

In less than ten seconds, everyone closed their mouths, stopped talking, and stopped making a sound. All eyes were fixed on the front of the stage, facing Wang Cheng, who was in front of 60,000 people.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Cheng also gently closed his eyes, his fingers gently slid over the guitar strings, still playing a soothing and warm rhythm, and spoke softly into the microphone.

Singing softly.

"When you get old, your hair turns gray."

"Drowsy..."

"When you get old, you can't walk anymore."

"Napping by the fire, reminiscing about youth."

"How many people loved you when you were young and happy."

"I admire your beauty, fake or true."

"Only one person still loves your pious soul."

"Love the wrinkles on your old face..."

Whispering softly, Wang Cheng's singing voice is like an old man narrating in a low voice. Every word and every note seems to contain endless stories and affection.

It makes every audience member feel like they are immersed in a warm daily scene.

Especially the audience in the first few rows can look at Wang Cheng up close and can clearly feel the aura of Wang Cheng that seems to emanate from the depths of his soul...

Yu Hong and Chen Yuqi, who were just two meters away from Wang Cheng, were completely smitten in an instant. They stared blankly at Wang Cheng who was singing with his eyes closed. They were completely immersed in Wang Cheng's singing voice and breath.

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With their literary literacy, they can also have a deeper understanding of the artistic conception of Wang Cheng's lyrics, which has a particularly profound impact on them.

Not far away, Zhu Ziqi, Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, Song Xue and others also opened their eyes wide and looked at Wang Cheng in surprise.

Wen Yixiao's pretty face flushed with excitement, and she murmured the lyrics sung by Wang Cheng in a low voice: "How many people loved you when you were young and happy, and admired your beauty, whether it was false or true."

"Only one person still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face..."

Reciting these lyrics, Wen Yixiao couldn't help but shed two lines of tears on her face. Looking at Wang Cheng who closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in memories, slowly playing the guitar, he said loudly: "Wang Cheng, that person

It must be me! I am willing to see the wrinkles on your old face and grow old with you!"

However, Wen Yixiao was still worried about the large number of people present, so she did not dare to shout out to Wang Cheng. Only Song Xue, Han Xiao and Zhu Ziqi heard it.

Han Xiao did not look at Wen Yixiao, but looked at Wang Cheng excitedly, her eyes almost overflowing with water. She believed that Wang Cheng sang this song to her.

Zhu Ziqi shouted directly to Wang Cheng: "Wang Cheng, I am willing to grow old with you!"

Many people around me heard this sentence.

However, not many people care.

Everyone's attention is still on Wang Cheng.

Even Zheng Wenzhong, who came to watch the concert again, looked calm at this time. He did not talk to his new internet celebrity girlfriend beside him, and looked at Wang Cheng quietly together.

Wang Cheng still closed his eyes. Everything that happened in his previous life was replayed in his mind. Everything that happened every day seemed to be vivid and clear...

He was young and frivolous, made a successful debut, climbed to the top step by step, and finally founded his own entertainment group, invested a lot of real estate and stocks, and finally accumulated a fortune of over 10 billion by the time he died. He was definitely the most successful self-made person in the entertainment industry.

Unfortunately, I still left with endless regrets in the end.

Faces flashed through my mind.

The emotions contained in Wang Cheng's voice became more complex.
To be continued...