Different from previous performances, there were no enthusiastic cheers or applause from the audience. Wang Xiaomin basically knew what was going on halfway through the song.
The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
After the song was sung, sparse applause broke out.
It rained all night, and Wang Xiaomin, who was already in a bad mood, became even more gloomy and depressed. After bowing, she slowly walked off the stage.
She couldn't understand. She obviously sang well and spent a lot of time practicing this song. Why didn't everyone buy it?
Taking off the guitar and holding it in his hand, it was like holding a war spear. Zhao Lei nodded and passed by Wang Xiaomin.
Instead of being carefree like before, he was now very serious and calm. This made Wang Xiaomin stunned. She turned around and looked at his back, feeling that he overlapped with someone.
Subtitles appeared on the big screen. The singer Zhao Lei sang the song Chengdu, wrote the lyrics and composed the music.
Faced with a program whose ratings exceeded 3 in every episode and was watched by tens of millions of people, Zhao Lei didn't panic at all. He didn't even look at the audience in the audience and just played the prelude.
In the monitoring room, a figure came out and stood in a corner under the stage. Occasionally, the light flashed and it was discovered that it was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was none other than the music industry great Liang Qiaobai.
As the music director of the singer program, he knows the information of each singer most carefully, and he makes the final decision on the list of singers to appear in each episode.
Anyone can come? How is that possible?
Zhao Lei came over because Fang Jing said hello and made a guarantee that this person was as talented as him.
Who is Fang Jing? Even he said that Zhao Lei was as talented as him. Of course Liang Qiaobai wanted to see who Fang Jing was.
"Made me shed tears"
“More than last night’s wine”
"It makes me reluctant to leave"
"More than your tenderness"
“How long does it take to walk the rest of the way?”
"You hold my hand"
If Fang Jing is a singer who can make people calm down when he opens his mouth, then Zhao Lei is a person who can make people think about it when he opens his mouth, completely integrated into the music, and leads the emotions.
What is kneeling with your mouth open? This is kneeling with your mouth open.
His whole body was trembling, goosebumps were crawling all over him, Liang Qiaobai almost clapped his hands before he finished singing the main song, no wonder Fang Jinghui recommended Zhao Lei to him.
At the entrance, Wang Xiaomin's beautiful eyes widened. Is this the high school student serving the dishes in the bar? Are you kidding me?
You can tell whether a song is good or not by listening to the first few lines. At present, she considers herself not as good as Zhao Lei. You have to listen to it to find out how the song is.
"In that rainy little town"
"I never forget you"
“The only thing Chengdu can’t take away is you”
“Take a walk with me on the streets of Chengdu”
"Don't stop until all the lights go out."
"You will hold my sleeves"
"I will put my hands in my pants pockets"
“Go to the end of Yulin Road”
Most of the songs Zhao Lei writes are based on his own life experience. Their songs are only suitable for him to sing. No matter how many other people cover them, they can't find the same flavor. This is the charm of original singers.
Under the stage, several audience members secretly wiped away tears.
In the front row, a beautiful girl with glasses had a sore nose and burst into tears. She lowered her head and sobbed on her knees, singing along with Zhao Lei's a cappella lines.
Her name is Lei Anyan. She came to study at a university in southern Hunan. Her hometown is Chengdu.
She knew the Yulin Road and the tavern in the lyrics. Someone once held her hand and walked there and laughed, but now that person is no longer there.
The singing penetrated the heart. Looking at the young man on the stage who was busy playing and singing, everyone could tell that this was a man with a story, and what he was talking about was the past that he could not let go of.
Yulin Road, tavern, September, rainy small town, street lights, lovers holding hands at night...
There is not a word of love in the whole article, but it is full of love everywhere. There is not a word of pain in the whole article, but it is full of pain everywhere.
In a previous life, the famous singer Niu Huan once commented that Zhao Lei was sincere and touching, and his lyrics were picturesque.
After Zhao Lei finished singing the song, he bowed heavily in the direction of the camera. There was an indescribable meaning in his eyes. He was stunned for a second and then turned around and left the stage.
Originally he wanted to say something to the girl.
But after so many years, I no longer know where to start.
…
"Wow, you are so powerful. I didn't have a good temper before, so don't be surprised."
"It's okay, I don't care."
Back in the lounge, Zhao Lei picked up a bottle of water and drank it. After a while, he said, "I've seen your performances in previous episodes. You shouldn't sing new songs every episode."
"Why? But how can I advance if I don't show my trump card?"
"Because you are not Fang Jing." Zhao Lei shook his head and said: "There is a limit to the freshness of the audience. If you can keep feeding this freshness, it will be okay. If you fail to satisfy them by giving up halfway, they will be greatly reduced. No matter how high your expectations are, you will be disappointed.
How big.”
Bah! Wang Xiaomin blushed. What kind of metaphor is this? It is indeed not a good thing like Fang Jing.
Feeding, satisfaction, freshness, are these words appropriate to use to evaluate her as a girl?
"Take your song as an example. It would be quite good without the support of the previous songs, but there are already pearls in front of you. Of course it's not flattering if you are throwing away the tiles."
I have a lovely wife and a beautiful concubine, I am proficient in all kinds of martial arts, I am satisfied with everything, I don’t do anything the same for thirty days a month, and one day I am suddenly replaced by someone like Qiao Biluo, and you are asked to take the initiative, who can bear it?
"Well, I understand, what do you think I should sing next time?"
Unknowingly, the tone of Wang Xiaomin and Zhao Lei's conversation changed from that of a freshman in high school to equal, to now asking for advice, and she didn't notice it at all.
"I don't know about this. Didn't Fang Jing arrange it for you?"
"No, he just gave me three songs and let me perform on my own. How about you help me?"
"Alas!" Zhao Lei sighed, made an international gesture, and rubbed his thumb and index finger, "I'm in a dilemma."
"To tell you the truth, Fang Jing and I are as good as each other. We are proficient in writing songs, lyrics, playing and singing. We debuted together back then. If I hadn't voluntarily withdrawn from the competition in the end, he wouldn't be here today."
"How much is...?" Wang Xiaomin's smile froze. She was already prepared for heavy bleeding.
"It's not about money, but it doesn't matter how much you mean it. I've written a few songs before. I'll sing one for you, one hundred thousand."
"Thank you so much. I don't even know how to repay you. I'll treat you to dinner later."
"It's okay, it should be, but you're definitely out of luck singing this song. I'm going to release an album when I get back, so you can only cover it, but I promise, you'll definitely cover it exclusively."
The corners of her mouth tightened, her eyes rolled up, Wang Xiaomin retracted her outstretched palms, and clasped her hands on her chest, not wanting to say a word.
One hundred thousand yuan to sing once, this is worse than Fang Jing.
"Don't look at me with this expression. You have seen my songs. Although they are short, they are all the essence." Zhao Lei said disdainfully: "You may think that Fang Jingmei has a lot of scenery, but in fact it is not good."
"That guy relies entirely on YY when writing songs. He dares to write some songs and no one at all. He is just crazy for rhyming."
"I'm different. The life I write can't be bought with 100,000 yuan and I will suffer a loss. I can't buy it with 100,000 yuan and I will be cheated."