Chapter 183 Songs on the South China Sea Island (1/2)
Du Bei is a fan of Yang Han. Like many young people, she and her husband Fang Xianjun worked hard in Pengcheng, living in a small rental house. In order to save money to buy a house, they did not travel during the National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival holidays.
On October 4th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, they did not go out for a big meal. They just cooked a delicious meal at home and enjoyed a simple and warm happiness.
In the evening, Du Bei and Fang Xianjun were going to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala of "The Voice of China". However, Du Bei, who was watching TV and scrolling through her mobile phone, saw the news about Yang Han's music party on Dolphin Live, and she curiously went in.
The live broadcast has begun, but there is only a "simple" small stage in the picture. It is so simple that it only has some equipment and lighting decorations. Of course, there are also some musical instruments and drums, but there are no performers.
There were people walking around, but Yang Han hadn't shown up yet.
This is a chair live broadcast?
Fortunately, someone in the barrage took the trouble to explain over and over again to the newcomers: We are debugging the equipment now and it will start soon.
Du Beicai read on patiently.
After a while, a big face suddenly popped up on the screen, which startled Du Bei, and the number of barrages on his phone suddenly increased.
"Yang Han/Teacher Ge, you are scary!"
"Not so scary!"
"It's so handsome up close..."
Fortunately, Yang Han was a little far away. He smiled and said to the audience: "I want to apologize to everyone, we haven't started yet. The main reason is that our equipment has not been completed yet, but I asked them to hurry up.
It should start on time at half past eight."
Yang Han on the screen seemed to be very sophisticated. He chatted with the audience: "Today was originally an ordinary employee party. Our company collectively came to Nanhai Island to play, and then we wanted to hold a simple barbecue party during the Mid-Autumn Festival.
I agreed to the barbecue party, because you can have barbecue outdoors and admire the moon at the same time. I didn’t expect these guys to trick me and want to do a live broadcast."
There are more and more barrages, and they cover everything.
Things like "Your company's benefits are really good, and they even go to Nanhai Island to play together", these words touched Du Bei's heart.
Du Bei didn't have the habit of posting comments while watching the live broadcast. She just turned to her husband and said enviously: "Look, their company is so good, and they even went to Nanhai Island to play on National Day. The two of us are very jealous of our company, and the furthest trip is
It was actually an organization to climb Wutong Mountain..."
"Whose company?" Fang Xianjun turned around and asked.
"Yang Han! Didn't he withdraw from "The Voice of China"? Now he is planning to have a singing live broadcast and compete with "The Voice of China"!"
Fang Xianjun curiously poked his head over to look at it. While looking at it, he said: "Yang Han's company, isn't it said online that the company is run by him himself? Is he the boss?"
On the live broadcast screen, Yang Han was grabbing the camera lens and turned around: "Let me show you the surrounding environment and our barbecue today."
As the screen turned, the lively small platform was finally seen by the audience. In addition to the staff who were playing with the equipment, there were many tables filled with drinks and snacks, as well as three smokeless barbecue grills. Several employees were busy
Cooking barbecue - this is always in demand.
"Uncle Yang is here, Uncle Yang is here!" Xiao Jun, who was guarding the barbecue stall, jumped up excitedly.
"This is the son of my agent, Sister Xia. He's very cute." Yang Han introduced him to everyone with a smile.
"Boss, do you want grilled chicken wings?" A round-faced girl who was in charge of the barbecue found the boss standing behind her. She was startled, quickly picked up a grilled chicken wing, and asked Yang Han.
Her name for Yang Han also confirmed to Du Bei what Fang Xianjun said just now.
"No, let's give it to the kids first!" Yang Han said with a smile, "I'll be singing later, and I'll eat it after I finish singing."
"I want it, I want it!" Xiaojun jumped up again.
Yang Han did not coax the children online. He quickly changed the camera: "Let me show you the sea. Although it is dark and you can't see anything clearly, the sea now also has a very quiet beauty..."
Fang Xianjun and Du Bei just watched TV and took a few glances at Yang Han's live broadcast.
Until half past eight, Yang Han sat on the chair on the stage on time. There was no introductory remarks and no nonsense. He directly played the guitar and started singing - isn't music the best stepping stone?
"I'm inside the Second Ring Road, thinking of you;
You are on a distant mountain, the spring breeze is ten miles away..."
The ballad played on the guitar is very clean, with a soft and slow melody, and Yang Han's voice is like the night wind on the seaside, refreshing and long, but also has the graceful ebb and flow of the tide!
"Is it the song "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze"?" Before Du Bei could react, Fang Xianjun became excited, "Hurry up and project it on the TV. I've long wanted to hear Yang Han sing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze". He sang "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze" before.
I heard it once in a previous recording, but it was too blurry and the sound effect was not good!"
"Aren't you watching TV?" Du Bei looked at him with some confusion.
"Don't watch it anymore. Can't you watch the replay of "The Voice of China" later? If you don't watch the live broadcast now, it will be gone later!" Fang Xianjun taught her how to project.
The live broadcast can also be projected onto the TV, but this projection does not have barrage. Of course, for Du Bei and Fang Xianjun, it does not matter if there is no barrage. On the contrary, they feel a little quieter, because after Yang Han started singing, his
The barrage in the live broadcast room almost covered the entire screen, which particularly affected the viewing experience. Du Bei had turned off the barrage just now.
"What an inexplicable feeling,
Please tell me, who will take it away?
I have no choice but to turn the years into songs and leave them in the mountains and rivers..."
It is really a pleasure to watch Yang Han sing on the big TV, especially here Yang Han rubs his fingers quickly on the guitar strings because of the need for accompaniment. The high-definition camera honestly recorded this scene of Yang Han showing off his skills.
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After singing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze", the response in the live broadcast room was quite enthusiastic. Everyone said that they couldn't get enough of it. They all asked Yang Han to sing "Xiaochou", "Ghost Confused", and even "Kiss Goodbye".
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"No hurry, no rush!" Yang Han is used to interacting with the audience during live broadcasts, so there is actually a laptop next to the camera, and Yang Han can also see the barrage through it.
I saw Yang Han put down his guitar, and some staff came to help him take away the guitar and removed the chairs. While they were helping to adjust the microphone stand, Yang Han came over, looked at the barrage, and said with a smile
: ""Xiaochou" must be sung. Then there will be time for everyone to request songs later."
"Now, let me sing an old song for you! It was not written by me... and it may be older than most of us. I don't know if you have heard it. It is a beautiful song, and it is quite good.
It’s fitting that after all, we have come to such a beautiful place as Nanhai Island, so we have to sing some songs from the island!”
"I hope you all like it!" Yang Han stood in front of the microphone, smiled and raised his hand to gently signal to the staff operating the computer.
A melody that sounded very contemporary came from the speakers.
"This green island is like a boat, rocking in the moonlit night..." Following the melody, Yang Han closed his eyes and shook his head gently like a leisurely old man, and then his deep voice like a cello continued.