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Chapter 230 'Ten Years'

Han Sen's itinerary was not hidden, it was completely open and transparent.

Therefore, many fans of Han Sen's fan club know that Han Sen will participate in the "Big Guest" column of Beijing Music Radio at 6pm today and announce the first hit song in the column.

As the co-chairman of the Hansen Supporters Association, Zhang Heyi also held his mobile phone in advance, opened the well-known audio sharing platform "Everest", found the "Big Guest" live broadcast channel, and clicked to listen.

Soon, after a burst of commercials, she heard anchor Tang Ren begin to use a magnetic voice to announce today's program guests to the audience in the broadcast room.

"Welcome back, this is the "Big Guest" column of Beijing Music Radio."

"Listener friends, today's guest, some of you must be familiar with him, and some of you may be unfamiliar with him, but I think you will eventually feel familiar with him and be deeply attracted to him."

"He is the songwriter of "Bubble" and "Courage", Han Sen!"

Tang Ren smiled and said: "Hello, Han Sen, can you say hello to everyone?"

"Hello everyone, I am Han Sen. My first album of the same name "Han Sen" will be officially released on Saturday, July 28. I hope you all like it."

As soon as Han Sen's voice appeared, the barrage in the entire live broadcast room was like a rising tide, coming in crazily.

Even people from the Tang Dynasty who have been on the battlefield for a long time can't help but marvel at this moment.

Since the beginning of the commercial period, the number of listeners on the radio has exceeded 100,000, which is twice as many as usual. People in Tang Dynasty originally thought it was because of Lin Yi, but when Lin Yi left and Han Sen arrived, the number of listeners on the channel at this moment

, actually grew rapidly again.

Just by Han Sen introducing himself, the number of people in the live broadcast room instantly increased to 160,000.

Tang Ren couldn't stop laughing. He thought there was a malfunction in the data. He raised his head and found that Director Zhang Jidong gave him a reassuring gesture that everything was normal and asked him to continue. Only then did Tang come back to his senses.

At this moment, the beating of the heart was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, causing sweat to break out on Tang Ren's nervous forehead.

Looking at the number of listeners again, Tang Ren almost fainted.

In the blink of an eye, the number of listeners increased dramatically, reaching 200,000!

Who is this Han Sen?

Even the songwriter of "Bubble" and "Courage" shouldn't have such data, right?

"Han Sen, Han Sen..."

The more Tang Ren read it, the more familiar it became. Although he had done his homework, he had only glanced at the encyclopedia. But as he was reciting the name, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he thought of the microblog he had inadvertently swiped while resting yesterday.

Bo hot search, "Lanling King/Han Sen"!

Is he King Lanling?

Tang Ren looked shocked and stared at Han Sen. Without blinking, he asked with difficulty for a long time: "Han Sen... hello, what is the song you brought to everyone today?"

"Today I bring you a new song from my album of the same name, called "Ten Years"."

Han Sen said.

"OK!"

Tang Ren swallowed hard, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said: "There are too many viewers in the live broadcast room today. It seems that they are all Han Sen's fans and listeners, and I can see that there are many, many people on the barrage.

I'm playing the new song "Ten Years", so I won't spoil everyone's interest. Next, let's listen to Han Sen's latest album of the same name, the title song "Ten Years". Before playing the song, I

I’ve prepared a short story here to share with you.”

Tang Ren cleared his throat and began to read the story: "A taxi driver picked up a special guest late at night. She was his girlfriend who broke up ten years ago. The driver recognized her as soon as he got in the car. Maybe he couldn't let go of her.

The reason is that the driver doesn’t intend to recognize her..."

"More than ten minutes after the woman got in the car, she suddenly changed her destination. Then she happily took out her phone and chatted with her friend on the other end of the phone about her insights and twists and turns in life over the past ten years."

"The driver just listened quietly while driving, and scenes of the past flashed rapidly before his eyes."

"Soon after, the woman hung up the phone, and the two of them were speechless. At this time, the destination arrived. When the woman got out of the car, she suddenly couldn't help but choked up and said: 'I told you all my ten years of experience, but you didn't

Don’t you even want to say hello to me?'"

"The driver was silent for a long time and said tremblingly: Hello!"



When the story is finished.

Everyone was sighing and feeling baffled at the same time.

Just play new songs. Why are you talking about this?

However, just when everyone felt strange.

Tang Ren's hand slowly pushed the button on the console.

The next second, a piece of music that felt familiar yet unfamiliar appeared in the ears of the audience.

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

And when that familiar piano music appeared.

It also made many listeners who were listening to this song feel incredible.

"This...isn't this "Today Next Year"?"

"Did I hear that right? How come "Next Year Today" has become a new song?"

"Isn't it? Isn't it? The boss can also mess with things?"

"Everyone, calm down and trust the boss. He won't fool us. Don't worry and listen!"

Soon, the singing started.

The entire live broadcast room suddenly fell silent.

The barrage seems to be stuck.

Everyone was speechless at this moment.

And in this poetic singing, people suddenly remembered the little story just now, and were deeply moved...

"If those two words didn't tremble

I won't find myself uncomfortable

How to say it

It’s just a breakup…”

At this moment, the emotional defense lines in the audience's hearts seemed to collapse in an instant.

Countless emotional scenes began to flow gently with the music.

"This song seems to be a dialogue with my past self..."

"If those two words don't tremble, what on earth are those two words?"

"Break up, goodbye, don't leave?"

"Are you all pigs? The answer is already in the little story the anchor just told. These two words are hello, hello!!"

"Wow, it's so good to cry!"

The entire live broadcast room was filled with various barrages.

The singing still continues.

"If there are no requirements for tomorrow

Holding hands is like traveling

Thousands of doorways

There is always someone who has to go first..."

Zhang Heyi was originally holding his mobile phone and kneeling on the carpet to listen.

At this moment, he suddenly picked up the headphones, quickly inserted the receiver, and then put it in his ears.

Then, in the CD-like texture, she closed her eyes and listened, but she heard bursts of heartbreak.

When she listened to "Ten Years", she thought of "Next Year Today" in her mind.

For a moment, something suddenly dawned on me.

It turns out that the singer is the same person.

The conversation was with the same person.

And there was a whole ten years in between.

Ten years ago, I loved you crazily. You were the closest person to me.

Ten years later, we finally broke up, and you are already a stranger to whom I have no relationship.

"Since the embrace cannot stay

Why not when you leave

While enjoying it, I shed tears at the same time——"

Zhang He looked dazed as soon as he held his cell phone.

As she sang, many pictures flashed through her mind, making her feel lost.

Senzai's singing always has a kind of magic...

Especially when this familiar melody sounds, it feels like a movie is being played, all the past events are moved to the big screen, and the scenes are played in a loop before my eyes.

She thought of the person she liked when she was a girl.

That voice, face, smile, in this music at this moment, seems to be vivid and clearly visible, as real as if it has never left.


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