The time is exactly two o'clock in the afternoon in Yanguo.
The noisy ethnic music hall suddenly became quiet. A beam of light hit the center of the stage. Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, a figure slowly rose from the bottom of the stage.
"Good afternoon everyone, I am Xiaoxiong Liu Chuanyou!"
I have to say that even though he was only a second-tier singer and it was his first time to hold a concert, Liu Chuanyou showed no nervousness at all and seemed very comfortable.
Suddenly, the quiet music hall became noisy again, with screams and roars.
There were fans, passers-by, and of course some people cheering along. Anyway, it raised the atmosphere of the entire concert.
But if you listen carefully, you can hear that among the shouts of 'Xiaoxiong', there are actually shouts of 'Old Thief' mixed in.
Liu Chuanyou, who was standing in the center of the stage, naturally heard it and smiled slightly.
"I know there are many friends who come here for Teacher Lao Zei's songs. Although he is a teacher that I admire very much, I ask everyone to support me during the concert, otherwise I will not have the confidence to sing Teacher Lao Zei's songs. Your singing is great, and I would like to dedicate a song "The Window That Can't Be Closed" to everyone as a meeting gift!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole concert hall burst into laughter, and then screamed and shouted again.
However, as the sound of the beating started, everyone became quiet. They came here just to listen to the music live, so naturally they would not ruin the place.
"Isn't this a bitter love song?"
"Alas! The old thief's products are either depressing or miserable. I'm almost depressed!"
"..."
Listening to the mutterings of the people next to him, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Songs all need to express emotions, and the ones that resonate most with the audience are bitter love songs, so whether it is on Blue Star or on Earth, most of the songs are love songs, and most of the love songs are also bitter love songs.
So, you really can’t blame him!
At this time, the prelude had come to an end. Liu Chuanyou raised the microphone and spoke in a deep voice:
"I hear the cold wind disturbing the falling leaves"
“In the alley where loneliness and darkness often dwell”
"I hear loneliness in the forbearing night"
"It's a sobbing chest stung by love"
The first syllable of the main song fell on everyone's heart, as if a drop of extremely cold rain fell on a calm lake, creating circles of water ripples.
The barrage in the live broadcast room also refreshed quickly:
[Oh my god, it’s a completely bitter love song. It only made me feel lonely with just a few words. The old thief is trying to trick my tears again! 】
【Lost in love, lost in love! Woohoo~~~ I feel like Xiaoxiong is a man who has just lost his love. How about I be his girlfriend? 】
[You are thinking about shit, but it’s not your turn! 】
[Why do I feel like I just fell out of love? Xiaoxiong's singing made me see a dumped man, holding a bottle of beer, sitting on the threshold, drinking wine and looking into the distance, waiting for the person in his heart to return. 】
[By the way, how is the progress of the live broadcast room next door? 】
【I bother! Don't mention the one next door. I went to check it out just now, and it was still chattering about self-impressed words. Damn it, is this a concert or an acceptance speech? 】
[Hahaha, our little Xiong is still really good at what he does! 】
【Fuck! Is the tempo of this song so fast? Is this the chorus? 】
[Damn it, if you don’t tell me I haven’t paid attention yet… don’t tell me anymore, I want to listen to the song! 】
In an instant, the barrage in the live broadcast room was reduced by half, and everyone began to listen to the song seriously.
The concert hall was even quieter. Everyone seemed to be lost in the loneliness of lovelorn. Some who felt the same were even crying.
"Dad, you are not alone, Luoluo is with you!"
Chen Mo also fell into the atmosphere of the song, but not because of broken love, but because of frustration.
Over the years, he has been wandering around the workplace alone. His ambitions have not been realized, and the value of his creations has not been recognized. It seems that the whole world has abandoned him.
There was a locked window in his heart, and what was washed away was irreparable wind and frost, just like the lyrics of the current chorus:
"I am a locked window in my heart"
"Let the cold wind come and go without being able to close the door."
"The weather that cannot be repaired over the years"
“Looks extremely desolate”
"..."
Feeling the sudden warmth in the palm of his hand, Chen Mo turned to look at the little girl with a sincere face:
"Well, now I'm not alone, because I have Xiao Luoluo with me!"
"Yeah, not only will I have Luoluo with me from now on, but I will also have my mother!"
Hearing this, Chen Mo was stunned. Strangely enough, he had never heard the little girl mention her mother in more than a month.
Could it be that the little girl’s mother...
He thought about many possibilities, but he never expected that at this moment, the little girl's mother was sitting three rows behind him, sometimes listening to songs, sometimes staring at the back of his head, with an indescribable emotion in her eyes.
Gently rubbing Shen Xingluo's little head, Chen Mo stopped paying attention to the window in his heart that was about to open and focused on the stage.
At this moment, "The Window that Can't Be Closed" has also come to an end, and the opening song of the concert ended with Liu Chuanyou's repeated sentence, "I'm just thinking about the window in the northwest in the cold winter."
A slight twitching sound came from the speaker, and Liu Chuanyou said immediately: "I'm sorry, everyone, the lyrics written by the old thief teacher are really so contagious. I cried while singing without knowing it. I'm sorry!"
"Ah~~~ Xiaoxiong, don't cry, come into my arms and comfort each other!"
"Damn old thief, he not only deceived my tears, but also deceived my Xiaoxiong's tears!"
"Why do I feel sorry for the old thief? He can write such lyrics, the old thief..."
"Woooooo~~~I'm going to find the old thief, and I'm going to give him a monkey!"
Applause, sobs, and shouts flooded the entire concert hall. Everyone was affected by the opening song of the concert and expressed their feelings without hesitation.
Behind Chen Mo, assistant Li Mingzhu was also crying, as if she had been in love.
Shen Qingrou's eyes were also red, but Xie Lan on the side looked a little solemn and pushed the former: "Qingrou, I have to say that the old thief's songs are really good, but I found that he seems to be writing Love songs, and most of them are bitter love songs, is this style really suitable for you?"
"Sister Lan, I see you are in such a hurry. You haven't even written your horoscope yet. Besides, the old thief has analyzed my tone and style. He shouldn't be able to write me a bitter love song, right?"
After saying such words, Shen Qingrou didn't have much confidence in her heart.
If the old thief really wrote her a love song, she couldn't guarantee that she would be able to sing it well. Who told her that she had never been in love before? The only intimate contact with the opposite sex was like that...
Xie Lan shook his head when he heard this: "Forget it, let's listen to the song first. After the concert, let's make two preparations!"
"Well, thank you for your hard work, Sister Lan!" Shen Qingrou nodded, "The next song should be another bitter love song. Alas! Why do I feel that the old thief is a particularly sad man? The lonely sandbank is cold, and his heart is afraid It’s all frozen!”
"Qingrou, don't you think you have feelings for the old thief..."
"Sister Lan, what are you talking about? I'm just judging from the lyrics!"
"Hahaha, forget it, let's listen to the song. Although Liu Chuanyou is a second-tier singer, his field control ability is very good, his transitions are very natural, and his singing skills are also extraordinary. If this concert is successful, first-tier singers will be interested in him. Said it was already in the bag."
Xie Lan stopped joking, sat upright and began to listen to the prelude of the next song.
(To be continued!)
