All-round superstar who started from the men's team

Chapter 187 "Anhe Bridge"

If someone sings well, even just well, he or she can gain many fans.Because he is showing his talent when he sings. Once a person has talent, his appearance will also improve.This is when you feel his charm.

Some people just look good and don't need any talent. As soon as the company publicizes and chats with fans in the live broadcast room, they can gain fans and be the best.This is an innate talent, and appearance is justice.

Leaving aside the more metaphysical things such as personality charm, as long as you get one of the above two points, plus the fact that you already have a certain reputation and the company's promotional packaging, it's hard not to be popular.

As for the sealing process, it seems that they all have it.

Moreover, he is original and his talent seems to be overflowing.

He is not the only young man who can create original songs, but which song quality can compare with him?
So, who is angry if he is not angry?
It is difficult for such a person to conceal his brilliance in any era.

It is no exaggeration to say that his current traffic has almost caught up with Daichen.

A name is contracted for the whole winter, and a name is contracted for the whole summer.Who can stand this group?One top stream followed by another top stream?who is the next?
Taochang burst out laughing, maybe NICE can really survive for a while this time.

"gather!The full stage version of "Fireworks Are Cold" officially released by "Singer-Composer" on DouLe has already received 150w+ likes.

There was a frenzy of closures.

This is only the first song, but the popularity brought about by the closure is not surprising.

Not to mention that he has the capital worthy of the popularity, the fire also needs luck.When the time comes, it will naturally catch fire. Some people are beautiful and talented but they are pressed back as soon as they gain momentum like a fire extinguisher, while some people just rely on "innocence" and encounter a lucky enough era, and he can become a mess.

Regardless of whether it is real red or black red, there are many people who know him.

It is no exaggeration for the audience to say that they were all looking forward to Feng Cheng's performance.

Finally, Feng Cheng came out to meet Wang Hua's challenge.

It's not that Wang Hua has any reason to win the championship, but that he is the eighth and has no choice.

Feng Cheng also became the finale.

The audience on the stage is looking forward to it. Can they see the fairy stage again?But today it doesn’t seem like the ancient style anymore.

That should be the same pop song as "Daoxiang"?
But when a staff member came up with something and adjusted the microphone stand and stool, they were puzzled.

Guitar?

Feng Cheng wants to play the guitar? ! !

There are his fans in the auditorium, who know that he once sang "Smoke into Rain" with guitar.But I couldn't help worrying, how could there be such an amazing song like Fireworks Yi Leng!And the competition will suffer, Wang Hua sang very dryly just now.

But when they saw the relaxed smile on Feng Cheng's face, they relaxed a little.

When did Feng Cheng let us down?

Sure enough, Feng Cheng did not disappoint them.When he held the guitar close to the microphone and the djembe beat, they knew it right away.

This is a ballad.

After each round of drumming, their emotions became more advanced. They couldn't say what emotions they were, but they looked at the boy on the stage.

They believed he would tell them.

At this time, no one doubted that a boy could write a ballad.

Feng Cheng closed his eyes and put his mouth on the microphone, and then his deep voice sounded.His voice did not deliberately maintain the sound pressure like when he sang fireworks, but kept his voice more relaxed and contained more emotions, as if he was telling a story.

"Let me take another look at you, from south to north.

It's like being blindfolded by the Fifth Ring Road.

Please tell me again about that day.

The girl holding the box and the man wiping sweat. "

Feng Cheng's face was covered with collagen, and there seemed to be no trace of age.In the eyes of others, he is undoubtedly a commendable little fresh meat.His voice is good and he has no bad habits. Unless he uses skills, the word vicissitudes has nothing to do with him.

But it is such a voice, but it has a unique sense of story.

The audience on the stage listened quietly, and the emotions conveyed by Feng Cheng were pounding in their hearts with the drumbeats in the background.

At this moment they want to close their eyes, even if there is a pleasing face on stage.

But he successfully washed away other impurities in the singing, allowing the music to occupy all of people at this moment.

Sometimes CD is not necessarily worse than MV.

"I know that those summers, like youth, cannot come back.

Instead of dreams, it can only be reluctant.

I know, blown cowhide.

Will also laugh with youth.

Leaving me stuck in the city remembering you. "

How many people dream of youth? The word dream is gradually drifting away from them, as if they have returned to that carefree age, when they could brazenly blow unrealistic fantasies.What can be done now is to work hard for life and accept the fact that the reality is ordinary.

So they always look forward to those beautiful things, miss their youth, and like to watch the protagonists who are fighting for their dreams on TV.

Looking at the young man on the stage, maybe he has already set off in the direction of his dream, exerting all his talents and dedicating all his efforts, so it makes people feel good.

"Let me have another sip,
Autumn wine.

Keep heading south,

not for long.

let me listen again
The most beautiful sentence.

You went home,

I am waiting for you. "

Feng Cheng actually had a question in his mind, why didn't he trigger the stage state?
from the beginning till now.

But slowly, he was no longer in the mood to think about this question, and an inexplicable emotion surged up in his heart, crowding out those emotions caused by his so-called understanding of the song.

The emotion was getting stronger and stronger, entrenched in every part of his body.He didn't know why this emotion was born, but he knew it must have something to do with the melody and lyrics.

When he sang the last line, he finally understood.

"You're home, I'm waiting for you."

Feng Cheng's voice was trembling, and the last one~ had almost lost his voice.

I don't know if the state of the stage has resumed its function, but he suddenly thought of certain figures in his mind.

Going home, the home he remembers is not the house in the urban area of ​​the capital, not the hometown that he has never remembered.

It's a small house in that remote area, a small but warm home.

Before leaving, his mother who disliked him staying at home every day still gave him a hug.The father silently picked up the suitcase beside him. He didn't like to talk, but he always covered himself when his mother talked about him, and he always rebelled
When he finally hugged his mother, his father gave himself a wink and said: Look, your mother is still reluctant to leave you.

The mother agreed to post mooncakes to herself on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but she didn’t have to delay her son’s relationship with classmates at school, so she didn’t have to watch the Mid-Autumn Festival party with them.

Downstairs got on the car away from home, and my father stood there watching the car drive into the distance, his father's figure became smaller and smaller in Feng Cheng's eyes.
Until it disappears in the depths of memory.

Every parting is to look forward to the reunion again, waiting for the student who traveled far away to come back, and prepare him a favorite dinner, which cannot be eaten in that place.

Can.
Are you still waiting?

Can you still make phone calls and send mooncakes?
There is also the grandma who always puts money on herself. She does not turn on the lights at night just to save some electricity bills, but every time she comes, she puts a table of meat on the table.

Grandpa keeps a straight face all day long, but always silently puts on his shoes and walks to the market after an unintentional "thought" in his chat.

When I lived at my grandma's house, my quilt was lightly covered my body countless times in the middle of the night, and when I woke up, I saw socks neatly placed beside me.

There is also the grandfather who always calls himself and urges him to go to his house every day. He is Feng Cheng's most loyal listener.Even if he is deaf, Feng Cheng has a broken voice.
All of this can only appear in a dream again.

The people he loves who love him have been sealed in the memory, and the price of this is that he can continue to fulfill his dreams.

He had already locked these up deep in his heart, because he couldn't bear the pain of thinking that his parents would never wait for him again.

He only wants Feng Cheng of this world to become "Cheng Feng".

The interlude sounded, and the melodious sound of Matouqin echoed throughout the venue, as if telling endless thoughts.

As if injected into the soul, Feng Cheng could no longer control the tears in his eyes and let them slide down.

(End of this chapter)