Zheng Qian's singing voice was hoarse at the end, sounding like crying, as if he was also feeling unwilling for himself many years ago, which made people feel sad. Many people couldn't help but feel sad when they thought of Zheng Qian's experience.
After a brief silence, thunderous applause erupted from the scene.
This time, Zheng Qian did not continue to use his high notes, but sang a song full of emotions, and the lyrics almost reflected Zheng Qian's own experience, which was so immersive that many fans at the scene were already crying.
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And those passers-by and spectators who had previously complained that Zheng Qian always stayed in his comfort zone and refused to seek breakthroughs all shut their mouths at this moment.
The living reality is right in front of us. Facts have proved that Zheng Qian's style is not static. Even without the high pitch to set it off, the emotion in his singing is so full that it makes people palpitate.
Even if they don't know Zheng Qian's past, from this song, they seem to have seen a touching self-dissection and honest confession.
From the mental journey that has been hidden for many years since his overseas debut to the present mood of hard work and joy, Zheng Qian uses his own music to describe it in a seemingly calm way. The vicissitudes of the tone are paired with sad tunes to sing about the young people's frustrations.
Still persisting in the struggle can be said to be both inspirational and touching.
"Zheng Qian!"
After the song, Wei Yehong from the guest area stood up in full view of everyone: "Do you still remember me? We met at previous events. Now, I'm here as promised. I hope you can come to our Kongzheng...
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Before she could finish her words, the other four guests from the art troupe were unhappy and began to argue one by one.
"This game is not over yet, Ye Hong, you are too anxious!"
"This is not the stage of canvassing votes yet! I protest! Zheng Qian, you have to think carefully. Our Second Artillery Art Troupe needs your participation even more!"
"Our Comrades Art Troupe has many seniors who have made their debut in the music industry! Their singing skills are among the best in the industry. After you join, we can learn from each other. In our Comrades Art Troupe, the most important thing is the opportunity to perform!"
"Zheng Qian, Hai Zheng welcomes you! When I came, our leader specially asked us to recruit you. Don't let our leader down!"
Several top singers from the art troupe were talking at once, and Xiaozhi was moved by emotion and reason, and kept extending olive branches to Zheng Qian. Wei Yehong was furious when he saw it, "I invited you first, can you guys stand aside and line up?"
Seeing that several celebrities were about to quarrel over Zheng Qian, the host quickly came on stage: "Everyone, pay attention to your wording, pay attention to your wording, you all represent the image of the art troupe..."
Several people looked at each other and laughed out loud.
Only Wei Yehong, who no longer looked like a senior at this moment, slapped the table angrily, "These are these fools!"
However, when she looked at Zheng Qian on the stage, her eyes softened instantly.
This kid is more talented than I thought!
The more I watch it, the more I like it!
At this time, the entire auditorium was filled with excitement because of the actions of several major cultural troupes to grab people. Everyone was very excited.
The fans' screams and roars continued uninterrupted. Bao Jinghou's voice was hoarse, but the red flag in her hand was still waving very vigorously, which perfectly explained what it means to be a die-hard fan.
At this moment, at the judges' table, Chen Meiling picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "Zheng Qian, you are so charming. I have never seen these seniors go to such extreme lengths for one person. Look, you are making us red."
Angry..."
When Wei Yehong heard this, his face looked slightly unnatural, and he coughed and said: "I'm not really angry, but I think they are just making noise! They don't understand Zheng Qian at all, but I do! If Zheng Qian comes to my place, I will
We can maximize Zheng Qian’s value! In my opinion, Zheng Qian’s talent is far more than that, and he must be allowed to truly shine.”
"Thank you for your care, senior." Zheng Qian said quickly.
It was so noisy just now that he couldn't get a word in. He could only watch helplessly as several seniors argued. However, he could also see that except for Wei Yehong, the others didn't seem to have much desire for him. Even if he sang "
"Broad Sea and Sky" sang well, but it was obvious that they were all temporary representatives who knew very little about their own information, or in other words, they did not pay attention to the winner of this show at all.
But Wei Yehong was much more sincere, and she didn't sound like she would give up when she spoke, which made Zheng Qian feel a little flattered.
At this time, due to time constraints, Zheng Qian did not stay on the stage for long. After the host asked a few simple questions, he returned to the backstage to make way for the next contestant.
As soon as Zheng Qian returned to the lounge, all the players gave him a thumbs up.
Zhang Guoran sighed with emotion: "Old Zheng, can you leave us a way to survive!"
Hu Liang said: "Yes, didn't we agree to change the style?"
"I changed it!" Zheng Qian wondered.
Hu Liang woke up and sighed: "I changed it, but why is it still so powerful? This...can't be done!"
Others also laughed out loud.
"Zheng Qian is a natural singer. In addition to his high notes, his singing skills are also not weak. This performance proves that he is not strong on the outside but weak on the outside. And you have forgotten that since the competition, every song written by Zheng Qian has been original.
I think this is the scariest place.”
The words of the young singer named Che Wenxuan made everyone even more impressed by Zheng Qian.
Finally, Che Wenxuan asked: "By the way, Zheng Qian, I heard that you participated in "Chinese Idol". Is this true?"
"It's true!" Zheng Qian nodded.
"That's great, I think we will meet on another stage."
Che Wenxuan was a little excited: "I also signed up for "Chinese Idol" and passed the preliminary selection. The producer auditions will begin next week. I plan to return to my hometown to compete in the Rongcheng Division. The competition there is less competitive.
Like the Beijing Division, it’s so scary, there are so many experts, I know more than a dozen of them!”
At this time, Zhang Guoran also said: "What a coincidence, I have also signed up. I am going to compete in the Beijing competition area. What about you, Zheng Qian?"
Everyone looked at Zheng Qian.
Zheng Qian actually hasn't thought about it yet, but the capital city is the closest to him. Although there is a competition area in his hometown of Guangdong Province, the players generally want to be weaker than the capital city of Beijing, but it is really far away.
It’s too far away. Currently, my career is mainly developed in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei area, so I can only compete in the Beijing area.
"What, we are in the finals of "Singer" now, and the show is not over yet, and you are discussing another show? It's not for the sake of the show team, but you should also care about your own ranking..."
Hu Liang was speechless, and then suddenly said abruptly: "Can I sign up?"
Everyone was startled, then burst into laughter.
Hu Liang said angrily: "Why are you laughing? I keep seeing advertisements for this show recently, can't I ask?"
Che Wenxuan shook his head: "The program over there requires contestants to be under thirty years old..."
Hu Liang choked. She was already forty years old after all, and it seemed that she had no hope of pursuing her dream.
Time passed bit by bit.
Soon, all ten contestants finished their performances.
At the invitation of the host, Zheng Qian and other top ten contestants stepped onto the main stage one after another and began to accept votes from the audience.
Before that, it was the canvassing stage.
Everyone said it was high-sounding, including Zhang Guoran, Hu Liang and others. Although they felt that the championship was hopeless, the words they expressed at this moment were still their desire for first place.