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It's just that except for Lao Yang, everyone else tacitly avoided the camera.

Wang Huan chose to come to Qinghai Lake to broadcast live because he felt that only here can he sing the true charm of this song.

Su Xiao nodded: "Brother Huan, it's your turn to play now. I want to make sure, are you ready?"

Wang Huan said: "Ready."

Su Xiao said: "Okay, then I will leave the rest of the time to you."

After speaking, Su Xiao walked off the stage.

Wang Huan nodded and looked at the camera: "Qinghai Lake is called the West Sea again. During the day, I posted an article 'Love Stories Spread in the West Sea' on the Internet. I would like to commemorate them with this song. Please listen "Love Song of the West Sea"."

The public jury under the stage all fell silent.

Everyone looked at Wang Huan on the screen, waiting for his singing.

There are also fewer bullet screens in the live broadcast room.

Only a few people were cursing.

"Damn it, who the hell just said that the West Sea belongs to the Atlantic Ocean? Labor and management actually believed it."

"I believed it too, and I even had a fight with my son in the fourth grade. In the end, under the service of my stick, my son cried and accepted the fact that the West Sea is the Atlantic Ocean... Now, what should I do?"

"..."

on the screen.

Wang Huan turned around, faced the Qinghai Lake shrouded in darkness, and played the huqin softly.

A deep prelude came out, with an inescapable sadness, as if someone was whispering by the Qinghai Lake, and seemed to be crying softly.

All the audience was touched by this sadness, and their emotions couldn't help but pick up.

As the prelude ended, Wang Huan began to sing.

"Since you left, you have lost tenderness

Waiting on this snowy mountain road is long

Hear the cold wind howling

I can't see the edge and the wind cuts my face like a knife

Can't wait for the blue sky of the West Sea

speechless vast plateau

......"

The desolate Qinghai Lake, accompanied by the cold wind, made Wang Huan's singing seem to have the breath of nature, which is far from being given by the sound effect.

The sad singing wafted over Qinghai Lake, combined with the story written by Wang Huan, I don't know how many people's hearts were suddenly touched.

After you leave, I will wait here, facing the cold wind, looking at the long snowy road...

What a heartbreaking scene.

Thinking of this scene, many people burst into tears instantly.

"Remember you promised me

won't let me lose you

But you flew so far with the migratory birds returning to the south

Love is like a kite with a broken string

I can't hold back the promise you made

......"

Wang Huan's singing became high-pitched, as if someone was shouting desperately by the Qinghai Lake, wanting the other party to hear him.

why?

Why didn't you do what you promised me?

Why did you go away by yourself and leave me here alone?

The singing sound was like the girl's painful cry, but no matter how much she shouted, there was no response.

The person she was waiting for... could not come back.

Lao Yang blew the conch, and a touch of sadness permeated the air, accompanied by the faint sound of waves in Qinghai Lake, which made the hearts of the audience tremble.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage began to soar.

"Sounds good, really sounds good."

"When I hear this music, I can't stop crying."

"What musical instrument does Hengola play? And what does that old man play? It's so sad!"

"It's amazing, Brother Huan can actually play the huqin, and hearing this voice, he definitely has a lot of attainments in the huqin. I'm getting more and more suspicious that Brother Huan's life is a mess."

"It really is a sad love song."

"..."

Many people in the public jury began to secretly wipe their tears.

As for the others, their eye sockets have turned red.

"I am waiting for the warm spring on the top of the snow mountain

Lone geese waiting for the return of the plateau ice and snow

love can't last

can't go back to our past

......"

Under the reflection of the bonfire, Wang Huan's figure looked extraordinarily lonely and lonely in the night.The sound of the huqin became more and more sad, and the sound of the conch was like a distant call.

In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be a girl sitting on the west seashore, waiting hard.