"Life."

When the host shouted these two words, the noisy scene seemed to be quiet for a moment.

Life?

There seems to be no songs of this type?

Some people frowned and thought hard, and found that they could not find the right one after searching all over their minds.

There may be such a type of song, but there are too few.

Even the lead singers of some big shops couldn't help but scratch their heads at this time.

They usually sing dozens of songs a day, and over the years, most of the famous golden songs in the Chinese music scene are well-known.

But the song on this topic... had no idea for a while.

Some singers who don’t catch a cold with He Xiao became excited. When they saw people who were better than them, they could easily gain psychological pleasure.

The host was also a little surprised. He Xiao didn't expect that he got such a question and didn't know who put it in. Is it because he put it in the wrong way?

He looked at He Xiao and said, "Teacher He, why don't you draw it again?"

He Xiao held the note in his hand, thought for a while, then looked at Zhang Ya who was staring at him from the audience, shook her head and said, "No."

The super newcomer who is known for his originality and is known as the dark horse of the younger generation of music industry was stumped by the small annual meeting. This script is not very good.

There are so many videos in the audience. If the video is spread and reported by unscrupulous media, it may cause some unnecessary trouble.

So after He Xiao thought for a while, he already had a countermeasure in his mind.

Seeing his appearance, the host thought he had thought of the corresponding song, so he immediately asked in a low voice: "Teacher, which song are you planning to sing? I'll let the band play it for you."

"You don't have this song in your song." But He Xiao shook his head, pointed to a guitar next to him and said with a smile: "You hand me the guitar."

The host was stunned and didn't realize what He Xiao meant, but he still sent the guitar over obediently.

"Do you still have original songs you have taken out and used..."

When Zhang Ya saw this scene, her eyes flashed and she felt thoughtful.

Everyone in the audience also looked at curiously. Is there really a song suitable for this topic?

There are people who sing love and dreams, but there aren’t many people who sing about life...

Which song does He Xiao want to sing?

Everyone was puzzled. They were also playing music, but they could not think of a solution at all. If they were on stage, they would have been irritated.

But see-

He Xiao sat on a chair, pulled the microphone to his mouth calmly, and calmly debugged the guitar.

I tried to play it twice, and the tone was almost the same.

He gestured to the host with an OK gesture. The man understood and immediately inserted the wire at the end of the electric box into the jack of the external speaker.

"Dong--"

Try to pluck the strings, and the sound can be heard in the audience, which is very clear.

"He wants to play and sing?"

"Shan, which song is this to sing?"

“Is there any life song with guitar accompaniment?”

"I never thought of which song it was..."

When the audience saw He Xiao’s attitude, they immediately understood that they wanted to play and sing themselves, but they couldn’t guess which song He Xiao sang.

They could not have thought that what He Xiao was going to sing his own song, or that they didn't even think about that place.

After all, when I haven't seen He Xiao's incredible scene with my own eyes, no one will really be willing to believe it. Even if I hear the rumors, I will just feel exaggerated.

"Brother, wait and help me record the video."

He Xiao took out his cell phone, adjusted it to the shooting screen, and handed it to the host and said.

"Ah? OK." The host was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he immediately took the phone and stood in the audience to record the video.

He Xiao has now developed the habit of registering copyright for every song he sang, so he sent the video to Yu Xiao and asked him to help deal with it there.

...

Sitting on a not-so-spacious stage.

He Xiao looked at the twenty-seven groups of musicians in front of him quietly.

After a long time, the fingers on the strings finally moved.

The melodious and melodious prelude sounded, not very long, like a pool of clear water entering the heart, making people unable to help but calm down.

“The sub-rent house is three hundred a month, next to the chimney.”

"The surname Li in the Shulixiang is Shuangxi."

"It's my second landlord."

"Even though life is difficult, he can be calm."

"It's just that the remnants of the motorcycle were collected the next year."

"I'm so anxious that I'm going crazy."

He Xiao opened his mouth and attracted the attention of the audience. Everyone calmed down and immersed in the lyrics. With just a few sentences, a strong atmosphere of life came to his face.

Zhang Ya, who was sitting in the front row, looked slightly moved, and her body leaned forward a little, and she pricked up her ears to listen.

This word is so interesting. Rent a house, chimney, landlord, residual motorcycle, and pictures of life at the bottom are immediately presented in front of you like a scroll.

"The name of the person in the photo studio is Furong."

"Even if you say it tactfully, you can only be considered ordinary."

"There are several times when I can't pay the house, he is willing to make it."

"It's just that he said, boy, please calculate how many holes there are in the coal ball."

The heart-wrenching lyrics were sang from He Xiao's mouth, like a realistic hammer hitting, and everyone was silent in the wind.

What I hear is the song, what I see is the story, and what I taste is my own life.

Because most people are ordinary, live in ordinary houses, marry an ordinary wife, and have a simple meal and a rough tea for the rest of their lives.

He did not have the beautiful wife he imagined, nor did he have the romantic second half of his life.

The lyrics of the next few lines show the hardships of life. Having no money to pay rent is on the one hand, and the landlord’s warning is on the other hand.

After all, coal balls are not conscientious, only honeycomb coal can be found. How to count a few holes? The subtle meaning is that rent is arrears, but don’t be conscientious.

The hardships of life, the difficulty of life, the knocks of life... are all in these songs.

He Xiao was also very devoted to singing. He also struggled from the bottom, and he had experienced these things.

Sometimes, it was even a little worse than these, but fortunately, he survived and life did not bend his backbone.

He paused and made a high note.

"What is the past like the wind - his past like the wind!"

"I lose my youthful fear."

"I only know now."

"Memories are heart worms, light makes people itchy and don't let them touch."

"I understand that in reality, no one is a hero."

"In the classroom, the teacher forgot to teach and was very versatile."

He Xiao's eyes flew to the end of the hall, and everyone's reaction was reflected in his eyes. Some people didn't say a word and drank beer while others turned their heads and looked elsewhere, but tears were rolling in their eyes.

They had heard it. This song was originally written by He Xiao, but at the same time, it was also very original.

Where is this song? It is clearly life.

All the bitterness and sorrow are all in the song.

"Mom sells a copy. I'm only twenty-one years old. After listening to this song, I feel like I can see my life fifty years later at first glance."

At the table near the corner, a young band bass man trembled his lower lips, his whole body bowed into a shrimp-shaped shape, his head buried between his legs, and he whispered and sobbed.

This is not an exaggerated reaction, but the infectiousness brought by live performances. The more people experience it, the more they are moved.

"Memories are heart worms, light makes people itchy and don't let them touch..."

Li Yang murmured this sentence repeatedly and finally sighed.

There is no reason why He Xiao became famous. He only had a simple thirteen words, and he would never be able to write it out in his life.

It is obviously a simple metaphor, but the artistic conception it brings is unparalleled and can penetrate into the soul in an instant.

This is already a profound skill. How many people in the music industry can write such lyrics?
To be continued...