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Chapter 465 'Grandma Says'

Opening with "Billie Jean," which is popular all over the world, the atmosphere of the entire concert was instantly ignited.

When the song ended, the audience cheered like a tsunami. Especially at the end, when Han Sen began to raise his hips and freeze on his toes in response to the rhythm of the music, everyone stood up excitedly and clapped vigorously.

"Here you go, the heart-wrenching arsonist!"

"The dance steps of the gods are truly worthy of their reputation."

"Only Han Sen can have such a skill. Standing alone in the center of the stage, he overwhelms the whole world. It's so enjoyable! It's so enjoyable!"

"This song is so nice! I never get tired of listening to it over and over again."

"Hansen! Hansen! Hansen!"

"Although he is a singer, Han Sen's control over his body's balance and flexibility is simply too strong!"

"This is not just a great singer, this is a great artist!"

Countless people shouted Han Sen's name excitedly. Their eyes filled with tears and their lungs burst. Even until the song ended, they still couldn't get rid of their enthusiasm.

Soon, the words "Han!" and "Sen!" were all chanting in the audience. It was so majestic that many of the singers watching were secretly speechless.

This is the popularity of the king of superstars. Even if you try to impress them, you can’t catch them...

After "Billie Jean", Han Sen sang "Crime Master" and "One Day" one after another, which also caused a chorus of chorus from the audience. Many foreigners simply wanted to admire Han Sen, and they were so excited that they drank.

Like drinking fake wine, dancing with joy.

However, many domestic audiences were a bit dissatisfied. They sang three English songs at the beginning. Han Sen, have you forgotten your identity as a Chinese?

Fortunately, not long after this idea came up, Han Sen successively brought many Cantonese songs such as "Next Year Today", "Exaggerated", "Thousands of Ques" and other Cantonese songs. Although they are not Mandarin versions, they are still in the Chinese language.

Many of them also spoke a little bit of Cantonese, so they were very happy to sing along.

After the extremely heated atmosphere throughout the concert, Han Sen finally presented one of his new songs for the first time.

"The next song has never been released before. It's called "Grandma Said"."

Han Sen, who had only been singing for a short half of the performance, was not only sweating profusely, but also out of breath. After all, singing and dancing is physical work. From the opening "Billie Jean" to now, Han Sen has sung nine songs.

As for the tenth song, according to the plan, he prepared a new song, "Grandma Said".

This song is a folk song with a relatively simple melody. It was the song that Han Sen thought of when he was writing "Grandma Bridge" for Han Xue. He wrote down the lyrics and music at that time. Later, when rehearsing the concert repertoire, he originally prepared

The singing and dancing songs were eventually replaced by "Grandma Said", which gave Han Sen enough time to recover his strength.

The audience was not surprised at all, because there were rumors before that Han Sen would sing a new song at the concert.

This is one of the reasons why so many industry practitioners have purchased Hansen’s concerts.

As a trendsetter in the music industry, Han Sen's works have always heralded the popular trend in the music industry in the future.

"So, for the fans who came to the concert, I give you a song called "Grandma Said"!"

At this moment, amid cheers from the audience, Han Sen sat on a high chair that the staff quickly moved, holding a guitar in his hand, pointed it at the microphone, and played the first chord.

And behind him are countless lights.

The audience held support lights and swayed gently to the sound of Han Sen's piano.

When the guitar strings sounded, everything was silent. The audience tacitly stopped making noise, and Han Sen's singing also resounded throughout the stadium at this moment.

"Nanny, don't be naughty

Sit down and listen to grandma say

The weather is getting cooler this season and there is a lot of rain on the ground

Girl, don't panic

Come and listen to grandma say

After the thunder has passed, you can look at the clouds..."

Han Sen's singing voice is very light, so light that it is as if the audience hears it in a dream. If the singing voice is louder, it may be better than waking up.

This is like a song that appears in a dream, but it makes some people feel sad in their hearts almost as soon as they hear the first line of the lyrics, as if they are being touched.

Just like sitting in the front row, there is a girl with a bow around her neck.

Originally she was happily waving the cheering lights, but when she heard the singing, her eyes suddenly became dull.

I don’t know what I thought of, but as I listened, tears flowed down.

This caused surprise to many people around him.

Although Han Sen's ballad is indeed good, it won't make you burst into tears after listening to a short section, right?

Could it be that the organizer hired me?

At the same time, the elders next to him hurriedly hugged the girl with a bow and said "Don't cry, baby", which made the people around him gradually become enlightened and thoughtful.

Obviously, Nannan is the girl's name.

From this point of view, this must be a young girl who misses her relatives very much. When she heard the singing, she was moved to tears.

It made many people slightly moved for a while.

While the bow-tie girl was crying, listening to this song, many scenes from her childhood appeared in front of her eyes.

That year, amidst the chirping of cicadas, my grandma used a large cattail leaf fan to repel mosquitoes while she was lying on the bed.

That year, my grandma sang a lullaby to coax her noisy self to fall asleep slowly.

That year, the sour plum soup made by my grandma relieved the heat in my heart when I met someone unkind...

And today, that gentle voice...

It seems to be back again.

Grandma, I really hope you can see me grow up and be sensible...

It won't make you worry anymore.

I will no longer be as naughty as I was when I was a child...

"Nanny, don't be afraid

Girl, don't cry

Go to sleep quickly

You listen to a song quietly

Cricket is lighter

Rest quietly

The moon is full

Be good and hug grandma——"

Han Sen's voice sang softly, as if he was telling a story or hypnotizing him.

But this kind of singing, at this moment, is like a stream of clear springs, spreading in the air, passing through the ears, reaching into people's hearts, making everyone's hearts quiver.

At this moment, an indescribable emotion slowly surrounds people...

The faces of the audience were filled with loneliness.

The place was extremely quiet.

"The wind chimes ring softly, and the birds sing softly. Who is singing in the distance?

Kissed the rainbow and shocked the clouds

I have become a returning guest

Nannan, you will grow up and walk a long way, and you will feel tired.

Just remember how He Po said ‘Grandma’…”



"This song……"

Under the stage, Tang Wu, who was disguised in a baseball cap, hid in a corner of the auditorium and stared blankly at Han Sen on the stage.

At this moment, there was a tremor in her heart.

She remembered her dream.

A long time ago, she dreamed of becoming a white cloud so that she could see all over the land.

Later, she hoped to become a breeze and pass through every corner.

Later, she felt that it was not a bad idea to turn it into a mountain stream. At least she could still listen to the outline of the mountain.

But now, she has a new dream.

She wanted to become a cat, lie lazily by the fireplace, and listen to the other person's singing with her heart——

"Nanny, you will be confused

Don’t forget to walk slower

Slowly you will understand what is missing

The path of life is a choice between gains and losses.

When you get lost, think about what grandma said back then..."

This song was like a ray of breeze, blowing through Han Sen's slightly hot heart.

At this moment, he was singing softly and plucking the strings, his eyes were drooping, and no one knew what he was thinking.


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