NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 153
Chapter 153 . Gentle moonlight
Chapter 153. Gentle moonlight
Xia Wei’an is wearing a moon-white cheongsam tonight, with the skirt corners over the knees, which looks a little conservative, but it is convex and backward, which is differently sexy.
She came slowly from the backstage, her waist wiggled slightly as she walked, and her footsteps were light, like walking on the moon, and her every gesture is amorous.
The song she sang tonight is called “Tender Moonlight.” 》
The sound of music was like water flowing under the moonlit night, and the audience was quiet. The spotlight hit her body, only highlighting this piece of light, and the rest was darkness.
“The moonlight is gentle, sprinkling on your back.”
“The shadow is very long. It connects you and me. It’s obviously close at hand, but it can’t be touched.”
“Looking forward…”
The heart-stringing sound is also like a stream in the moonlight, and the spring water ding-dong, dripping into the hearts of everyone.
Everyone was just about to indulge in such a clean sound, the sound of the music stopped abruptly, Xia Wei’an just sang a sentence, and there was no music. After a little startled, he quickly adjusted his state and continued singing: “Like three thousand hairs entwined my heart. what……”
She is completely a cappella without any musical touches. She only relies on the power of her own voice to master the various key changes of the song. In order to prevent the slightest mistake, she simply closes her eyes and concentrates on her own world to sing this song. .
This song was written by the composer to the deceased wife, with nostalgia, sigh, and blessing.
And when Xia Weian sang it, it was not only a memory and a sigh, but also not only a blessing, but also self-blame and pain!
My wife left and hated that she could not do anything to keep her. From then on, there was only one person to dress, one to eat, one to go to the park, and one to wait for the sunset. This loneliness was painful, I wish I could go to the Yellow Springs with me. But he lacks the courage to stop himself.
Self-blame and entanglement of pain are actually what this song really wants to express, and it is also the true emotion of the composer. Because the composer happens to be Lu Yi’s friend, Lu Yi dares to be so bold to let Xia Wei’an expose these hidden emotions to others. .
Even if it is a cappella, her voice is too contagious, and every tone is gently touching and touching each injured heart, touching their saddest past, and they can’t help crying.
The photographer saw many people in the audience burst into tears, so he shot the camera over and gave them close-ups.
After the song is over, Xia Wei’an has silenced, but the lingering sound is still lingering in the entire studio. She quietly lowered her hands and sorted out her emotions. Only then did she have been moved by the song she sang and felt sad.
The Emperor Xingchen in front of the TV looked at Xia Wei’an in the moon white cheongsam, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. A picture appeared in his mind. It was in the depths of the bamboo forest. The bamboo fence surrounded a bamboo house. There was a thousand-year-old tree in front of the house. The pear tree, the trunk and branches are as dark as ink, and the pear blossoms on the tree are prosperous and win the snow. Under the tree, a woman in white clothes sits quietly and plays the piano. The sound of the piano is melodious. He raised his head, his eyes were full of Chunshui, calling him a look at Wannian.
Xia Wei’an’s voice was still in his ears, but the feeling of sadness taught him to moisturize his eyes. He got up, took the car key, and drove to the TV station.
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The audience stood up, applauded vigorously, and thunderous applause from the audience pulled Xia Wei’an from the sad mood. She took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the judges and audience in front of her. .
(End of this chapter)