It was a fast song exactly the same as the previous one, with extremely rich melody and arrangement in all aspects, and a nearly perfect piece of music. When Qin Xizhen finished the song, when the mumbling of "the sky has just broken day" meant the end of the whole song, everyone was silent.
It's as if I just experienced a bizarre auditory feast. The whole song is light and easy, and the narrative of incomplete emotions makes people seem to see the muzzle of a gun with smoke curling, the cold and bright wine glass, the aftertaste of light and darkness, the indifference deep into the bone marrow, and the pale and silent pain. All of these are integrated into people's emotions. In this short song, the aftertaste is as surging as the sea, and the lingering sound is still lingering in the ears.
Just when everyone was feeling lost because the music had ended, there was probably only a pause of a few dozen seconds. Qin Xizhen picked up the guitar, sat on a small stool, and this time played "The Story of Time".
"It's a slow song this time. The fast song is so natural. Now Qin Xizhen plays a slow song..." On the radio station, the anchors reported the situation on the scene.
People seemed to have stepped out of some cold, gorgeous and hopeless world, following her piano and singing, and entered a youth full of romance, flowers, snow, moon and flowing water.
Qin Xizhen only remembered the first time she saw Cheng Ran playing this song. At that time, she never thought that one day, she would play this song in front of tens of thousands of people at a music festival. The boy at the high school graduation party became her in front of the stage of tens of thousands of people. Time and space changed, and the role changed.
"The vows we made in the past are like the colorful bookmarks in the textbooks.
There are so many beautiful poems, but in the end it is just a puff of smoke."
Qin Xizhen stopped playing the piano.
The captivating singing voice stopped.
Look at Cheng Ran.
Everything was quiet.
At this time, Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le in the guest seats already had a bad feeling.
You come again!
As expected, Cheng Ran stepped forward again and took the microphone, "Is this song yours? Next verse, let's count... ten, nine, eight..."
"Ha ha ha ha… "
"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! ..."
People on the lawn laughed and responded.
"This is simply a relentless pursuit, a slap in the face..."
Some industry insiders looked at Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le, whose faces were blue and white, like six-year-old children who had just been in a fight, and covered their faces.
After experiencing another countdown with tens of thousands of people cheering and silence from the guest seats, Qin Xizhen continued to sing.
I have sung the stories of time taken away by flowing water, and the passionate dreams and distant laughter of countless people in the past.
The next song is "Choose C", rock.
“Is this your song?”
…
A fast song and a slow song, playing in the gymnasium.
After the rock music of doing scientific research, flying airplanes, and holding up banners as an old Chinese medicine practitioner made the audience excited, Qin Xizhen sang "When You Are Old" again.
Just like telling a story, she, who was just rock and roll, became calm and elegant again, smiling lightly and telling the story in a leisurely manner.
“When you are old, your hair is grey and you are sleepy.
Sitting by the fire, he took down the book.
Reading slowly, the look in my eyes when I was chasing my dream... "
That was in another time and space. The Irish poet Yeats sang it with another kind of affection and presented it in another way of arrangement in this time and space.
How love dies, how it climbs the mountains,
How can I hide my face among the stars
"Is it yours?"
…
Qin Xizhen gave everyone the answer by asking about love directly from the heart and what else can be used to sing the praises of love.
"Don't mention the past anymore. Life has been full of ups and downs. Even if the memories cannot be erased, the love and hate are still in our hearts..."
"If you really want to let go of the past and move on tomorrow, don't keep asking me for news..."
This is the unparalleled elegance of Cheng Dieyi and the brilliant tragedy of Duan Xiaolou.
It is also the sad and mournful swan song of Leslie Cheung in that time and space.
Descend into this stadium.
…
"I walked through the cold wind again, the last light went out, and I slowly traveled through the memories..." Qin Xizhen's voice brought everyone into a clear, lonely, sad, wild and lonely season. The wind blew off the last leaf, and everyone's heart was also covered with snow... Then it was "I heard winter leaving, and I woke up in a certain year and month..."
What kind of conversations we will have with whom I meet, and how far in the future will the person I’m waiting for be
Meeting you is the most beautiful accident.
From the sadness of the withered autumn wind to the sweetness of honey that permeates this gymnasium.
…
At this point in the song, the whole audience was already fascinated, but Qin Xizhen did not stop. All radio stations saw that their listening indexes soared to an unprecedented peak since the music festival.
Many critics and music producers in the industry were stunned by this.
"Fast songs, slow songs, rock, and now this English song with dolphin sound "loving_you", Qin Xizhen's vocal range is wide, and his style is varied... It's unprecedented..." someone commented with a sigh of helplessness.
With the blessing of time and space, plus Qin Xizhen's own profound skills, it was like a peerless master who had opened up his Ren and Du meridians and suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Then came the Cantonese version of "Love of My Life".
“The sea of suffering stirs up love and hate.
In this world, it is difficult to escape fate... "
Like crying and complaining!
As soon as the prelude sounded in that time and space, people would naturally think of the line "Once there was a sincere feeling placed in front of me..." The nonsensical comedy that touched hundreds of millions of audiences and brought countless men and women to tears revealed the tip of the iceberg in this way.
…
"Is it yours?"
"Is it yours?"
"Is it yours?"
…
From beginning to end, the two people in the guest seats who had taken the microphone early in the morning did not make any sound from the microphone.
silence.
Dead silence.
Such superb singing skills, such varied styles, such fast and slow songs, rock and roll, whether it is bizarre and cold, or wild and withering, flowing youth, or colorful and sad styles, they can all be experienced in one person and can be expressed by one person.
These shocking songs one after another are bombarding the music scene on this earth and making it tremble.
How could such a talented and influential singer plagiarize your songs, Zhao Le? Your lyrics and music are awesome, Wang Zhonghua. Let's compare them. Do you have any works that can compete with these? Are they so dense, like a saturation bombardment
I'm afraid that even the legendary lyricist and composer Hongcheng Bailong can't catch up.
Everyone looked at Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua, thinking that their bodies were probably already cold.
He may have just wanted to pick a weak spot, but ended up facing an army.
As the song was nearing the end, Cheng Ran stepped forward and said, "This is the complete version of "The End of War" for everyone."
With the song lists distributed by Yang Xia and other young men from the compound, many people had already gotten the lyrics of the songs related to Qin Xizhen. They were shocked to see that the lyrics of the familiar song "The End of the War" which was a collision with Zhao Le's had a lot more content.
When they saw this, Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua's faces turned pale.
When Cheng Ran sang that song in front of Zhao Le and others, he had held back. In fact, he did not sing the entire content of the song.
At this moment, all of them were completed by Qin Xizhen.
Compared to that unfinished song, the completed lyrics are the essence.
"What is the shape of hope in children's eyes
Is there a swing in the yard, or candy in your pocket
The light of the bayonet is polished by hatred in the distance
But she smiled without panicking
Fear is written on the children's faces
The wheat fields have turned in the direction of the chariots.
The shape of the dandelion is dispersing its desperate flight
She only wants to sing this song about ending the war... "
…
If Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua had remained silent before.
After Qin Xizhen finished singing the complete version of the song, they were left with dead silence.
The wheat fields had already fallen in the direction where the chariots had passed.
Seeing the record companies, music producers and industry insiders in the guest seats looking at them.
The two men felt as if they were run over by a tank.
Wang Zhonghua felt like vomiting blood. With such an extraordinary talent, why did he misjudge it at that time
In my mind, the song that just rocked the entire audience seems to still be ringing in my ears.
The sea of suffering stirs up love and hate.
In this world, it is hard to escape fate...
…
Qin Xizhen finished his last song.
The music festival also came to an end.
Some things are ending, but some things are beginning.