[69 Book Bar - www.] Many interested pedestrians have gathered in the open-air square. They formed a semicircular arc and crowded around the fountain with splashing water drops.
It was a wonderful catwalk that was made entirely of nature——
Between the two adjacent fountains, there is a walkway paved with colored glaze. The colorful water lanterns at the bottom of the fountain shine dazzling light from the bottom of the water, making the colored glaze walkway translucent, and the flowing and beautiful colors shine on everyone who walks by.
The feet of the people above create a gorgeous and dreamlike effect.
Apparently the game has begun.
In the fountain pool, the moonlight flowing on the water surface was shimmering, and the spots of light were like bright stars, scattered on the skirts that were as beautiful as flowing water, flashing with crystal luster.
Jiu Qianmo held Xin Qing tightly and raised an eyebrow at Gong Yiliang: "It seems that we are rivals."
Gong Yiliang twitched the corners of his lips: "I will do my best."
Jiu Qianmo glanced at Gong Yiling and pulled Xinqing to the backstage.
"Xinqing, this competition is completely random, which means that all the content for the competition is given by them. You can't decide what you want to perform."
"What a trap..."
"It's okay, I'm here."
Xinqing nodded hesitantly.
Jiu Qianmo held her hand, and everything went smoothly for the first few groups. When it came to him and Xin Qing, the two of them went into battle lightly. The group opposite saw Jiu Qianmo and Xin Qing coming up like this.
I'm relieved, I don't bring a guitar or an electric piano... I plan to sing a cappella, but singing a cappella also has to be of a good level. Leaving aside Jiu Qianmo, Xin Qing... doesn't seem to have any impressive achievements.
"Xin Qing, "Tears in Heaver" - Tears in Heaven. This is the title they gave us."
Xinqing was confused...it couldn't be broken.
Kuang Er covered his face and shook his head vigorously. The scene on the other side had already started, and Xin Qingchu was standing there without any movement.
"Sing with me." Just four words, but Xia Xinqing suddenly felt at ease.
Then, an incredible sound came out elegantly from the speakers surrounding the stage——
That is the voice that only belongs to angels.
Pure, clean and thorough.
There is no such pure sound in the world. It is as beautiful as the soft petals floating in the clear spring of the mountain stream, filled with light and fragrant water mist, and is white and transparent.
Even without any accompaniment, such a simple a cappella song still has a magical and shocking power.
It is a sad English song. Every note gently strikes the listener's heart, just like the begonia flowers blown down by the wind by the lakeside, letting the sadness fly in every trace of oxygen and settle in all the things.
In human breath.
In such a familiar and beautiful melody, there is a pain that makes people want to cry——
wouldyouknowmyname
ifisawyouinheaven
woulditbethesame
ifisawyouinheaven
imustbestrongandcarryon
causeiknowidon’tbelonghereinheaven
wouldyouholdmyhand
ifisawyouinheaven
wouldyouhelpmestand
ifisawyouinheaven
i’llfindmywaythroughnightandday
causeiknowijustcan’tstayhereinheaven
Xinqing gradually followed the melody of Jiuqianmo and sang softly