The sad singing has a sad melody, and the entire audience was brought into the sea of sadness in the music...
In the song, there seems to be a lilac-like girl dancing in the purple sea of lilac flowers...
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"The flowers blooming in front of the grave are the beauty you long for!
Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely?
Listen to someone singing your favorite song!
There is so much chaos in the world, and you no longer have to worry about it..."
When he sang this, Mu Qin closed his eyes and burst into tears.
He thought of the first time he met Du Xiaoyin...
He thought of that angelic girl in front of the purple lilac flowers...
She is an angel...
She is a holy elf...
At this time, the audience at the scene, including in front of the TV, had already been brought into the music and into the sad story of the lilac-like girl.
Many viewers couldn't help crying when they heard the ending.
Whether it is fast food culture or ugly culture...
It has been a long time since the audience heard a story sung like this.
Those so-called pop songs, aside from being popular for a few days, will soon be forgotten.
Only such singing is real music.
This is a real musician!
"Come on, Mu Qin!"
a girl shouted from the audience.
"Come on! Mu Qin!"
"Come on! Mu Qin!"
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One word spread to ten, ten spread to hundreds, countless people uniformly shouted for Mu Qin!
The whole scene was boiling!
Mu Qin closed his eyes and listened to the cheering sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
After a long time, his bloody fingers were placed on the guitar again:
"The yard is filled with lilacs...
Full of beautiful purple flowers...
I'm here with her...
Protect her all your life..."
"This ballad is dedicated to the girl I once loved most! Thank you everyone!"
Mu Qin shed tears and bowed deeply before turning around and leaving the stage.
"I'll light up the light for you!"
"I'll light up the light for you!"
At this time, the three instructors turned around and turned on their lights for Mu Qin!
"I believe that you will be a super musical genius in the Chinese music world in the future!"
When the other three instructors chose Mu Qin one after another, Mu Qin bowed deeply again.
"Thank you mentors for choosing me!
But I don’t want to stay here anymore, I want to go far away, follow my heart and my dreams.
I want to live for myself again!
Thank you everyone too!
This song is also given to everyone!"
After saying that, Mu Qin went straight off the stage.
Have personality!
A true musician!
The three instructors were stunned, and the audience even shouted loudly at Mu Qin!
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"My little ancestor! The mentor on the stage chose you, why don't you stay?
With your strength, just a mentor and some resources, you can become a top star!
I will sing songs in the future and make a lot of money!"
The agent changed his face and came closer like a licking dog.
"I don't want to be a big star anymore, I want to live according to my own ideas."
Mu Qin shook off his hand and looked ahead: "I want to go to Tibet. It is the most beautiful place in my heart. I want to purify my soul. For the rest of my life, I want to live according to my own ideas."
"You are so talented, you really look like Wu Bai from back then!
It doesn’t matter if you go to Tibet, the company will directly hire a tour guide to accompany you, and then fly the whole journey..."
The manager followed Mu Qin closely and kept talking.
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"A musical genius was almost buried!"
"Yes! Mu Qin is the one who really makes music!"
"Why does the eagle look down on migrant workers? What kind of thing is she? Three generations back, who was not a farmer? Would there be a new society without farmers?"
"You keep looking down on farmers. When did it become the turn of people like this to be mentors in the Chinese music world?"
"That's it! Is there no one left in the Chinese music scene?"
The controversy surrounding The Voice suddenly became a hot topic.
Na Ying's remarks that discriminated against farmers were severely criticized by netizens.
For The Voice of China, this wave of popularity can attract more traffic, and TV stations and advertisers have already made huge profits.
Traffic is money.
For Na Ying, reputation has hit rock bottom.
"A chick was abandoned by its parents when it was born due to some kind of congenital defect. Fortunately, it was adopted by an eagle who had many children and was full of maternal love.
The chick and its eaglet brothers lived and grew up together carefree, and they grew up slowly.
One time they went out to play together, and like its eagle brothers, it walked proudly through a group of birds and accepted their worship.
Suddenly a voice emerged from the flock of birds: Look, everyone! That eagle is a chicken!"
I don’t know who made up a joke, but there were tens of thousands of people commenting on it!
"Yes! That eagle is a chicken!"
"It turns out to be a chicken!"
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The music company's speed and efficiency are extremely fast. In just one day, "Crying Lilacs" was uploaded to various websites, and the genuine download rate was overwhelming.
Mu Qin became the most popular new singer.
"Mu Qin, have you really thought about it?
Don't be brainwashed by those artistic young people!
You can't live in this world without money!
If you develop well and become a big star in the future, what will happen?
Get whatever you want!
No matter how bad it is, just like Yang Chengang, a song "Mouse Loves Rice" will be enough for you to eat for a lifetime!"
The people from the brokerage company were still trying to persuade me.
Mu Qin, who was carrying the guitar on his back, smiled and still shook his head.
He took the donation book from the Red Cross staff next to him, and then wrote his name in large letters.
"Except for the 30,000 yuan from this song, all the rest will be donated to the company.
Donate to families who need money to treat leukemia."
"Okay! Thank you very much! Mr. Mu Qin is really a pioneer of charity in China!"
The Red Cross staff said with a smile.
"What a fool!"
The people from the brokerage company cursed in a low voice.
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Mu Qin came to Du Xiaoyin's grave with a bouquet of lilac flowers.
Lilacs were hard to buy as winter approached, but he bought them anyway.
Gently placing the flowers on the grave, he whispered: "Xiao Yin, thank you for guiding my future path and allowing me to truly follow my heart.
Now, I have finally become the same person as you.
Talk about love across mountains and seas...
All mountains and seas can be leveled..."
"Thank you, Xiaoyin!"
After sitting quietly for a while, Mu Qin left without looking back.
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"This is a flight to Tibet! Passengers, please fasten your seat belts! The plane will take off soon!"
With a roar, the white plane flew towards Tibet.
When Mu Qin woke up, the plane happened to land at Lhasa Airport.
He gently stretched his waist, then put his guitar and backpack on his back and walked down.
It might be winter, and it has obviously become a lot colder in Tibet.
However, as the setting sun tilts, the Potala Palace in the distance looks so holy under the setting sun.
It is indeed a place of pilgrimage.
Mu Qin rubbed his hands and walked out of the airport.
He had already inquired about the B&B before coming, hailed a car and ran towards the B&B.
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"The specialty of Tibet is barley wine and dried yak. This is the holiest place. You are welcome to make a pilgrimage."
The smiling Tibetan boss distributed highland barley wine and dried yak to all the guests.
In front of a small round table, there were a dozen people who came to stay at the B&B.
Mu Qin is among them.
He gently picked up the highland barley wine and took a sip.
A bit spicy, but with a slight sweetness.
After drinking it, a heat will soon rise in the abdomen, and then the whole body will feel warm.
"It tastes good. This is the highland barley wine that we Tibetans use to ward off the cold. It is the most comfortable to drink it in the plateau climate!"
The Tibetan boss smiled at Mu Qin and said.
“It tastes really good.”
Mu Qin pursed his lips and drank the remaining wine in one gulp.
"As long as it tastes good! Welcome to Tibet! You have a guitar on your back, are you a musician?"
The boss topped up the barley wine.
"No. I'm just a music lover. I want to go out for a walk and purify my soul."
Mu Qin replied.
He picked up a piece of beef jerky and took a bite. It was chewy and fragrant.
"I understand! Literary young people, cleanse your soul!
Tibet is better than other places!
You can go to the Potala Palace to worship tomorrow, and then go south, to Namtso and Shigatse.
They are all very pure and good places.”
The Tibetan boss said with a smile.
"If I want to walk, is it far?"
Mu Qin asked.
Now that we have arrived in Tibet, hiking should not be a big problem.
"on foot?"
"A bit far..."
"Why do you hike? In the summer, you could consider hiking. Now that it's cold and it snows early, you won't be able to walk."
The boss said seriously.
"Hey... I just want to live my own way...
Carefree...
Unfettered…”
Mu Qin said softly.
He didn't know that while he was speaking, a Tibetan girl not far away was looking at him blankly.
Eyes obsessed.
"Don't worry, just stay here! Life in Tibet is definitely not as stressful as in the Mainland.
You can live that life if you stay.
By the way, there is a bonfire party tonight, where you can sing and express your love to the person you like. It is very casual here, you can come and participate!"
The Tibetan boss said again.
"good."
Mu Qin nodded.
After looking at Mu Qin for a while, the Tibetan girl turned around and entered her room with a blushing face.
"Maya Yingya, what are you doing in your room? Come down quickly to boil water for cooking!"
The B&B owner shouted upstairs.
"Here we come, Abba!"
After changing into the most beautiful Tibetan clothes, Maya Yingya ran downstairs.
"Boil the water, feed the dog, and there will be a bonfire party in the evening!
You are so old! Hurry up and find a good wife for my father!"
The boss gently tapped Maya Yingya's forehead with his finger.
"I know, Abba."
While Maya Yingya was busy working quickly, she secretly looked at Mu Qin upstairs from the corner of her eyes.