Quiet!

No one spoke at the scene, and they were listening with their eyes closed.

They are not unfamiliar laymen. As professional singers, they can hear the tricks inside.

He Xiao’s singing skills are so outstanding!

At a young age, he actually has this skill and is not inferior to the older generation.

His voice is also very unique and full of magnetism. This voice is not allowed to be sung by God. It has an advantage over the voices of many professional singers.

The most important thing is that when he sings, he will add his emotions to it, instead of simply using his singing skills to build this song, making the song many times more outstanding.

"This singing skill that is light and light is better than Bao Haoyu as soon as he opens his mouth."

Many old singers present were amazed in their hearts, knowing that they underestimated this young man before, and he had real skills. Bao Haoyu was so young compared to him.

Bao Haoyu made his debut like a flower growing up in a greenhouse. He was packaged by various resources in the company and became popular directly. He had never experienced the baptism of life or practiced singing skills. He ate, drink, play and shoots variety shows every day.

He Xiao is a green bamboo that has grown up through weather and frost. After all the difficulties, he finally broke out from the ground.

He once sang in Xingacang, performing for five hours a day, performed in various parts of the country, and served as the C position.

With such training day and night, He Xiao's singing skills have long surpassed too many peers in the music industry.

Therefore, Bao Haoyu is incomparable.

Too much difference!

At this moment, He Xiao's performance surprised the old singers, not to mention that he was amazed by the old singers, even Lin Yunkai, the master who performed with He Xiao every day, was stunned.

Because he had no idea when He Xiao completed the creation of this poem "Prose Poem written by his father".

How much inventory does this guy have in his hands?

One "Old Boy" was enough to surprise him, and now there is another high-quality song with good quality?

The key is that the artistic conception of these two songs is completely different.

Lin Yunkai himself was shocked. He discovered something evil in that small business performance!

Such people seem to be born to be a singer.

Lin Yueming felt the same way. The damn guy who snatched his meatballs turned out to be so dazzling after holding the guitar.

It's so strange. He obviously thought it was ordinary no matter how he looked at it before, but now he looks more and more likes it.

Can talent really affect other people's sense of one person?

There was a quiet scene, no one spoke, but everyone was not at ease.

A song "Prose Poem written by my father" shocked Bao Haoyu and Lin Yueming and other young people, and also shocked a group of old singers.

He Xiao's eyes were deep, as if he had traveled back to his time in the countryside and saw his childhood.

The lyrics of the second paragraph ring.

"In 1994, the crops had been harvested."

"My old mother left the world last year."

"My son ran into the campus in a white shirt."

"But he has some worries recently and has lost a lot of weight."

"Think about the future, I'm old like a pile of old paper money."

"My son was a real man at that time."

"There is a lovely girl who got married with him."

"I hope they don't want to live so hard."

In the second lyrics, time has passed by ten years, and the crops of the past have been harvested long ago. The loving old mother can't stand the years and die, but her son has grown up and entered school.

The passing of the older generation and the growth of the new generation.

The new one replaces the old one, maybe this is the meaning of time.

Later, the son grew older, from talking about everything he had with his father to hiding his thoughts alone in the end.

My father knew that he was finally in adolescence.

Perhaps it was because of the beloved girl, but the beloved girl loved the excellent squad leader, or perhaps it was because the first love in life had just ended and the love hurt was hard to heal.

But these are all necessary experiences for growth. My father looked at it and remained silent.

Because he saw his young shadow in his son, he thought about how many years later, he also took the steps of his old mother and became a pile of old paper money. Perhaps at that time, his son was already in his thirties and had a lovely wife to become a warm family.

My father's wish is also very simple, I just hope that they will not live as difficult as him.

"This is the text in my father's diary."

"This is his life left behind,"

"The prose poem that stayed."

"After many years, I've been crying."

"But my father is as old as a shadow."

The chorus was partly heard, and He Xiao's emotional voice suddenly turned into a high note, and the words "tears flowed" were crying very heavily.

When He Xiao sings, he always tries to understand the lyrics and experience the mood of the singer-songwriter at that time. He feels that the songs sung like that have a soul.

He succeeded, and the simple life in "Prose Poems Written by My Father" was truly passed on to everyone.

Ding Liang was in a heavy mood. He remembered his half-life, and wasn’t he the “father” in the singing?

Or many years later, when he turned into a handful of yellow sand, his son would also read his notes from that year, listen to the songs he once sang, and proudly said that this was the honor of my father throughout his life.

Before he knew it, he twitched the tip of his nose and subconsciously touched his cheeks. For some reason, he became a little slippery.

There are many people like him. For people of their age, "Prose Poems Written by Father" has a strong sense of substitution. Almost everyone can think of their youth, and their father in the song, which overlaps with their songs.

Lin Yunkai stood there blankly, and he was also moved by He Xiao's singing. He couldn't help but hold his daughter's hand tightly. He was afraid that one day, when he became a shadow, he would not be able to catch it no matter how hard he was.

"After many years, I've been crying."

"But my father is in the wind."

“Like an old newspaper.”

He Xiao sang softly and hummed.

He stood up, carried the guitar on his back, looked at every veteran in the music scene at the banquet, and sang the end of the song.

"This is that generation."

"The footprints left."

"After a few storms."

"The traces are about to be erased."

A song interprets the growth of three generations. The father is old after all, and he follows the footsteps of his old mother and is buried in the autumn when harvesting crops. After a few storms, all traces are erased. The only evidence that his father has been to the world is just the prose poem held by his son.

"This land has made me cry. How many people have buried, and the sad past..."

Following the end of the melody, He Xiao sang gently until the melody gradually disappeared and ended.
Chapter completed!