Bring the system to pretend

After finishing Zhang Zixin's song, Ling Chen walked to the piano, sat down slowly, and began to compose for Xu Zihan.

At this moment, the entire arrangement room was very quiet, without any noise.

All eyes were on Ling Chen. After playing the last chivalrous song, they were deeply impressed by Ling Chen's talent.

Now that Ling Chen is arranging the music for Xu Zihan, it must be another excellent song.

Under everyone's eyes, Ling Chen stretched out his hands, put them on the piano, moved his ten fingers slightly, and softly fell down with the fingertips.

The sound of the piano blows with the wind, expressing deep thoughts and revealing a touch of sadness. The melody is so melodious and sad, like an old loving mother calling for a long-lost child, like a young Wife is missing husband who is away.

The moment the first note fell, Xu Zihan and Zhang Zixin's figures trembled, only to feel the wind blowing in their ears, and the sound of nature penetrated the eardrum and reached directly to the soul.

As soon as the prelude came, the two of them were even more terrified, as if struck by lightning.

The few musical notes Ling Chen used were very simple, they were the seven numerical notes of Do, Lai, Mi, Fa, Shuo, La, and Xi.

There is no complicated mixing or gorgeous techniques, everything is so simple and plain.

However, these seven simple digital notes spelled out an incomparably moving melody in the hands of this figure with a lazy face and a faint smile on his mouth.

Both Xu Zihan and Zhang Zixin's eyes shone with shock. They couldn't even imagine what Ling Chen would look like after he started singing.

When the two women's thoughts were racing, Ling Chen spoke.

"You are snowing in the southern sun, and I am like spring in the cold night of the north."

"If I have time before dark, I will forget your eyes, and I will never finish a dream in my life!"

.........

The soft voice seemed to have a universal gravitational force, and it absorbed everyone's minds from the moment he opened his mouth.

They really did not expect that Ling Chen, who sang love songs, could play such a perfect and magnetic voice.

Xu Zihan and Zhang Zixin were also shaken. If Ling Chen's chivalry song just now was majestic and heroic, then the song now is tender and sad.

The lingering sound curled up, endlessly.

What Ling Chen sang was like Xiuhe and floating clouds cherishing each other, but one is on the ground and the other is in the sky, looking at each other from a distance, falling in love silently, and performing a helpless swan song.

"He no longer talks about the isolated island of meeting with anyone, because there is no one in his heart."

"He can no longer hold a family in his heart, and is a dumb person who only lies to himself."

"He said that any praiseworthy beauty in you is not as good as when he first met you."

"Time lingers, there is nothing to do."

"If all the lands are connected together, I will spend my whole life just to hug you."

"Drunk, his dream, good night!"

.........

A few lines of lyrics fell, and the voice was so sad, so sad, so lonely, and so lonely.

The sun shone on Ling Chen's body, revealing a slender and straight body, and he lowered his eyebrows to continue the formalities, as if he was talking about the infinite things in his heart.

A trace of tenderness ran across his cheeks, and there was a flash of regret.

Mountains have no worries, their heads are white because of the snow; waters have no worries, they are wrinkled by the wind

I had no intention, because you stayed, you had no intention, why look back.

Wei, a song to relieve worries!
Xu Zihan and Zhang Zixin felt a little depressed for some reason, looking at Ling Chen's appearance, they always felt that Ling Chen was telling his own story.

The people behind were also feeling sad, they all thought that Cinderella married the prince because of her kindness, but she was the Duke's daughter.

Everyone thought that Snow White married the prince because of kindness, but she lived with the dwarves for so long, but wasted their affection.

Everyone thought that the little mermaid became the daughter of the sky because of her kindness, but she died at the hands of her lover first.

Sometimes fairy tales are scarier than you think.

"Nanshan is south, north is sad in autumn, and there are grain piles in Nanshan."

"The wind is blowing from the south, the North Sea is north, and there are tombstones in the North Sea."

"There are tombstones in Beihai..."

.........

At the end, Ling Chen's playing suddenly sped up, the big strings were as noisy as torrential rain, and the small strings were like whispers.Caocao is full of mixed bullets, big and small pearls fall on the jade plate.

At this moment, the entire arrangement room was murmuring repeatedly, as if resonating, and the atmosphere of sadness permeated every corner.

At this moment, everyone deeply felt that something was passing away from Qin Nei.

Feeling like this is like trying your best to save a person, even if you sacrifice yourself, but in the end you are still powerless.

The sound of the piano became weaker and weaker, and sadder. In the end, the sound of the piano was almost gone, but the sadness spread all over the world and could never be erased...

There was no sound from the singing to the end of the curtain, and tears were streaming down some people's faces.

Back then, in the rainy season when I was young, I didn't understand love, and just accompanied me innocently. Fifteen years later, when I looked back, I didn't see that faint smile by my side again.

That day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting.

That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not for transcendence, but only to touch your fingertips.

That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but to hug your warmth.

In that life, I turned mountains and rivers and pagodas, not for the purpose of cultivating the next life, but just to meet you on the way.

I would like to turn into a stone bridge and be exposed to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain, but I hope this girl can walk on the bridge.

However, the thousand-year dream of Youyou ancient clock is all a fool's dream...

There was no sound in the whole arrangement room, and the sound of falling needles could be faintly heard.

Xu Zihan felt a sudden pain in her heart for some reason, looking at Ling Chen's eyes looking at the window, she always felt that there was a lot hidden in this young man's heart, and even a song couldn't fully express it.

Zhang Zixin also felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart. She only realized now that a song can tell a person's true inner world.

About ten seconds later, someone suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "Good singing!"

Immediately afterwards, the audience echoed and applauded, feeling from the bottom of their hearts that the singing reached the depths of their emotions.

Some people applauded while wiping tears, and their long-sealed emotions were mobilized by a song in an instant.

You said that when your hair reaches your waist, I can give you a wedding dress.

But in the end, why did you ask me to send you thousands of miles away and pull up a curtain for you?
"Ding dong! Congratulations to the host for completing the pretentious task and rewarding a chance for a lucky draw. ps: I don't know how to comment after listening to it. I will sing less songs like this in the future, Fei Yan!"

Originally he sang melancholy, but hearing what the system said, Ling Chen couldn't laugh or cry: "System, you..."

"Loved!"

"Fuck, I haven't..."

"No appointment!"

"You are..."

"Save my mother!"

Ling Chen: "..."

It's over, the system is crazy.

Cutting the conversation with the system, Ling Chen stood up, smiled at Xu Zihan: "Xu Gexing, this song is called Nan Shan Nan, I hope you can understand the artistic conception of it more, and sing better, I still have something to do, so let's go first. "

As he said that, Ling Chen wanted to leave and find a place where no one was around to have a lucky draw.

Halfway through, Xu Zihan's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Ling Chen, I want to ask, what is the most important thing about this song?"

Ling Chen stopped, took a deep breath, tilted his head and said with a smile: "The story in my heart!"

After finishing the words, Ling Chen stepped out of the arrangement room and left slowly.

But Xu Zihan who heard this answer was startled, as if she had realized something.

inner...

story...