What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Looking at Xiao Han on the stage,

The composers who had finished performing in the audience sat upright.

They wanted to see what would be different about this young man who had already made a name for himself in a short period of time.

In the auditorium.

Lin Qingluo stared at the figure on the stage, his eyes full of expectation. Having already known Xiao Han's work in advance, she is now eager to see the audience's reaction.

I want to see Xiao Han's dazzling appearance even more.

"Sister Qingluo, I'm a little nervous. Do you think my brother can do it?"

Xiao Donger held Lin Qingluo's arm with a nervous look on her face.

Especially with so many ace songwriters already on display.

As the last one to appear, the pressure faced must be extraordinary.

"Don't worry! You have to believe in your brother, his work this time is absolutely amazing."

Lin Qingluo patted her arm and expressed confidence in Xiao Han.

Xiao Donger nodded silently and returned his gaze to the stage.

Next to them, Yu Shuang and Xia Yu, who were eavesdropping, also felt relieved.

With Lin Qingluo here, there should be no problem.

Like the audience at the scene, the netizens in front of the screen looked at Xiao Han on the stage, and their hearts lifted.

"After waiting for a long time, it was finally Xiao Han's turn. I didn't expect that he would be the last one."

"Isn't this a special arrangement? Isn't Xiao Han's work a bit special?"

"I'm worried~ There are so many big guys here, I wonder if Xiao Han can resist?"

"Everyone, please relax. He is already outstanding among so many well-known songwriters. Don't overestimate him. He is still young after all."

"Yes, facing so many big guys, even if you lose, you are still proud. We can just silently support you from behind."

"Everyone, stop talking and start singing."

"..."

Amid everyone's doubts and encouragement, Xiao Han slowly raised the microphone.

After a drum beat, the sound of pipa rolled in, and the feeling of ancient style slowly emerged.

There is Xiao Han's low and melancholy singing in it.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and listened.

...

'A lamp of separation and sorrow stands alone at the window

I'm pretending behind the door that you haven't left yet

It’s like revisiting an old place with a full moon and feeling even more lonely

The candlelight that wakes me up in the middle of the night can't bear to blame me harshly'

...

Late at night, there was a lone lamp in the small courtyard, and a lonely stranger stood leaning against the window.

Thinking about the past, I felt even more lonely.

Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, there is only a solitary candlelight to accompany me.

The lyrics are really poetic, and in an instant a faint sadness wells up in my heart.

The aces in the audience all stretched their necks and looked at Xiao Han on the stage in shock.

How could this song and these words be possible! ! !

Although Xiao Han had just sung a few lines, they were the top few in the industry, so how could they not know what this meant.

This was a style they had never seen before.

This kid Xiao Han really did it.

There was a commotion in the contestants area.

After they looked at each other in confusion, they looked at Xiao Han who was already immersed in the song on the stage.

This young man is going to soar to the sky~

At the judges' table, the eyes of the big guys who were somewhat interested in Xiao Han all lit up.

Originally, they had given up hope for this innovative work, but at the last moment, Xiao Han brought a surprise.

Looking at the lyrics in my hand, I feel even more amazed.

"President Sun, your association has really made a profit from this competition. Not to mention anything else, this song alone has already made a lot of money."

The boss next to Chairman Sun tilted his head and congratulated.

The music scene has been silent for so many years, and finally things are changing.

It can be regarded as putting Lao Sun's worries at ease.

Once this style is popularized, I don’t know how many classic songs will be created.

"You've given too much credit, young people have to continue polishing it."

President Sun narrowed his eyes and said.

The smile on his lips could no longer be hidden.

"Listen to Xiao Han first. He sings this song very well."

Pointing to the stage, everyone was silent and focused on listening.

...

'It's hard to swallow a pot of wandering wandering around the world

After you left, the wine warmed my memories and I missed you.

How to steal time when water flows eastward

The flower blooms and matures once, but I missed it'

...

The prodigal son wanders to the end of the world. Although he has a pot of old wine, he can't get it into his throat. When will his sorrow end?

What flashed before my eyes was the old days, the youth and cardamom years of that time. The flowering period is about to bloom, but I missed it at the most beautiful time.

Time is like running water, how can we turn it back?

Warm a pot of old wine, it's hard to stop lovesickness, the lover is left to lose weight after the night.

These lyrics are full of stories.

In the audience, many viewers were already in tears.

Xiao Han's singing really sang into their hearts.

The mood keeps rising and falling with the singing.

The netizens in front of the screen had already been calmed down by Xiao Han, but they did not expect that what he brought was Wang Zha.

"Brothers, I'm right. Sure enough, there is a reason why Xiao Han was placed at the end. This song should be the finale."

"It's really nice. The music and lyrics are inexplicably comfortable, as if it's imprinted in my genes~"

"I knew Xiao Han was talented, but I was still intimidated by him. As a musician, do you know how shocked I am? Xiao Han is the pioneer, this is a brand new style. I heard it from this song For the ancient elements, he used the pentatonic scale, mixed with modern elements. I can’t wait to hear Xiao Han explain.”

"Is it so awesome? As a layman, I don't know how serious it is."

"As long as it sounds good, it doesn't matter so much. I declare that from today on, I will be Xiao Han's biggest fan."

"Iron fan +1"

"..."

Unknowingly, Xiao Han gained another wave of fans.

A huge amount of emotional energy surged in, and Le’s balls kept rolling in the sea of ​​energy.

Come on, don’t worry about too much energy value.

At this time, Xiao Han was still singing without emotion.

The disturbances from the outside world cannot interfere with his sharing of wealth.

...

'Who is playing the song Dongfeng Po on the pipa?

Time is peeling off the wall, I see you when you were a child

I still remember that we were still very young at that time

But now the sound of the piano is faint, you haven’t heard my waiting

Who is playing the song Dongfeng Po on the pipa?

I can see through the ending of Maple Leaf Colored Story

I will lead you through the ancient road outside the fence

In the old days, even breakups were silent'

...

Alas~ Who is playing the song Dong Feng Po now? The mottled years remind me of my childhood.

The memories and sadness that pop up are so gentle and graceful that I can't see through them.

Those fleeting years have passed by with time, and now there is only nostalgia between you and me.

Xiao Han's singing voice is like whispering in the ear, and the touch of sadness makes people break their guard.

Lin Qingluo stared at the stage blankly, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

She whispered softly in her heart, although we missed each other in the past, today we have met again. I will never let you go this time, and I will never let you be lonely again.

No matter where you go from now on, no matter what life is like, I will always be with you.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Lin Qingluo's eyes were firm.

The faint sound of erhu sounded, and everyone's hearts felt sour.

The atmosphere at the scene finally reached its peak, the pinnacle of sadness.

At the end, the judges wrote something quickly on the paper.

There was a trace of sadness on his face.