Chapter 391

"You don't want to hear it, but the audience said it." Du Cheng squeezed his eyes and said with a smile, "unlike you, people on the stage really want to hear it." In the last two words of "want to hear", Du Cheng deliberately accentuated his tone, saying that they want to hear what the audience said to Xiao Yao, and that they also want to hear Xiao Yao sing on the spot.

"But I didn't prepare the music." Xiao Yao continued to show his hand.

"Qingchang!" There was a shout from the audience.

"I think there must be some people in the audience who have seen the video of your singing when you applied for the performance test." Wan Minjia said.

"If you really don't want to sing, give us another poem," suggested Du Cheng, "just like you did at the poetry conference."

Xiao Yao is not the first one who is required to show his talent in the program. In previous programs, if he meets some players who are good at talent, there will be a link for them to show. It is not a new process specially for Xiao Yao. Meet Xiao Yao such an obvious talent to show the players, the program naturally do not want to let go. If singing is not good, it's OK to come to other places. Just like the poem read by Xiao Yao at the poetry conference before, it's absolutely as wonderful as singing.

Poetry reading at the poetry conference is a response to the situation. It's unnecessary to read poetry again in this program. Xiao Yao's most well-known identity is still a singer, and the audience also requires singing, so Xiao Yao, who knows that there are talent links in the program, decides to sing.

"Then I'd better sing." Xiao Yaodao.

"Good." Du Cheng said with a smile, "but it doesn't have to be a cantata. Although this is not a music program, our program group still has a few simple musical instruments. We have an electronic organ and a guitar for you. Would you like to play and sing by yourself

"It seems that you are ready," Xiao Yao said with a smile. "Let's play guitar."

"No problem." Du Cheng waved happily, and the staff on one side immediately sent up an acoustic guitar. Du Cheng took the guitar from the staff, handed it to Xiao Yao in person, and asked, "do you need to help you carry a chair?"

"No, just stand." Xiao Yao looked at the strap on the guitar, carried the guitar directly to his body, and said with a smile, "listen to my fans' comments, I am the most handsome when I sing with the guitar on my back."

"Yes," the audience yelled.

At this time, Wan Minjia took over two hand-held microphones from the staff, and also came over and said, "because we can't connect the guitar and the stereo at the scene, and considering that you are a professional singer, the effect of using the microphone is much better than that of the headset, so we temporarily use these two microphones to amplify. We will hold them up for you and make your microphone stand." Said, she handed a microphone to Du Cheng, two people a left and a right stand to Xiao Yao side.

"Thank you." Xiao Yao bowed slightly and said with a smile, "I'm flattered to ask brother Cheng and sister Cheng to make a human microphone stand for me." Most of the players in this program are selected from the ordinary audience, and the hosting style of the two people in this program is also very civilian, so most of the players call them brother and sister-in-law.

"It's nothing. Our program group has never been to a professional singer like you, and there is no special microphone stand." Du Cheng waved his hand.

"What song do you sing for everyone?" Wan Minjia asked with a smile, "is it still the old rule?"

"The old rules?" Xiao Yao is slightly puzzled.

"It's rumored that every time Xiao Yao performs and sings in public, it's an original new song." Du Cheng explained, "so are you singing us a new original song today?"

"Yes." Xiao Yao smiles and nods. With Du Cheng's reminding, Xiao Yao also remembers his own law, which is naturally not difficult for him, and he has no intention to break his special habit.

"What to sing?" Xiao Yao looked at the audience and looked around at the other contestants on the stage, and said, "today is the top one special show. Whether it's the past or the current year, we have gone through the middle school era, and have entered or will enter our own university era. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a difference in the students' career between the middle school and the University, that is, the classroom for middle school students was fixed, and they had their own deskmates. When we entered the University, we had no so-called deskmates. Then I'll sing you at the same table and use this campus folk song to commemorate our middle school time. "

"Sure enough, it's a new song." Du Cheng nodded with a smile, "and it's very appropriate to sing campus folk songs in today's No. 1 talent show. Now let's invite Xiao Yao to bring you a song "you at the same table!"

In a burst of warm applause, Xiao Yao plucked the strings of his guitar one by one to try out the sound. When he found that his wooden guitar had been tuned, he put it in a comfortable position, breathed softly and was ready to start.

See Xiao Yao tuning action, the audience quickly quiet down, waiting for Xiao Yao's performance.

After the scene quieted down, Xiao Yao began to pluck the strings on the guitar, and a melodious melody began to ring. Because there is no pure guitar sound added to the violin and other musical instruments, it makes the melody less melancholy and more fresh."Tomorrow, will you think of the diary you wrote yesterday, will you still think about you tomorrow, who used to cry the most ~

the teachers can't think of you, who can't guess the problem, and I think of you at the same table only by turning over the photos by chance"

after the prelude, Xiao Yao's slightly low and melancholy song starts to ring, although it is a slightly simple melody and simple lyrics, but it's not easy to understand As soon as these songs come out, people seem to unconsciously start to recall their "deskmate you" in middle school.

"Who married the sentimental you, who read your diary, who rolled up your long hair, who made your wedding dress?"

When the song comes to the chorus part, the audience and other contestants on the stage have already started to clap their hands to Xiao Yao's singing.

"You used to be very careful and asked me to borrow half an eraser. You also mentioned that you like to be with me.

At that time, the sky was always blue, and life was always too slow. You always said that graduation was far away, and in the twinkling of an eye, everyone would go their own way "

the second main song had more and more detailed scene descriptions, and most of these were scenes that we had experienced in middle school. In Xiao Yao's lyrical and soft songs, people listening to Xiao Yao's singer seemed to have more memories Emerge in their own mind: the middle of the desk after countless arguments to finally determine the 38th line, full of dialogue notes, deliberately blocking the hand of the paper during the test... Slowly, we listen more and more fascinated.

"Who met you sentimental, who comforted you crying, who read my letter to you, who left it in the wind?"

In the last sentence of the second chorus, Xiao Yao's mood changed subtly and the volume increased a little. Then, a relatively fast fingering melody appeared in this interlude, which made the audience marvel at Xiao Yao's guitar playing skills. At the same time, the nostalgia for his middle school days became more and more irresistible.

"La... La... La... La..." at the end of the song, Xiao Yao's song has no lyrics, but just a series of simple "La" words to the end of the whole song. The audience shook their heads and clapped their hands to listen to Xiao Yao's last lyricless singing, and they were completely moved by his song.

"Thank you With the last flick of the string, the whole song is over. Xiao Yao bows to the audience and other players clapping hands on the stage.

"Good!" The clapping turned into warm applause, accompanied by the cheers of some audience, while some audience quietly wiped their eyes.

"That's good!" Wan Minjia was a little excited and sighed in a soft voice, "you can play the piano well and sing well. Of course, I think Xiao Yao's best is that this song is very well written. I don't know how these college students on stage or the players who are going to become college students feel. Anyway, when I was in my thirties, listening to Xiao Yao's song, I was immediately brought back to the warm and sweet memories of my student days. "

"I remember my high school teacher once said to us," Du Cheng also said, "although you are tired and hard now, when you really grow up, you will find that what you miss most is high school life. At that time, I didn't think so, but when I think about it now, I find that it is. After listening to Xiao Yao's song, my memory of this kind is even stronger. "

"I don't know if elder brother Cheng has ever thought of her high school deskmate. Has he ever asked in his heart who made her long hair and who made her wedding dress?" Xiao Yao asked Du Chengdao with a smile.

When Xiao Yao asks, Wan Minjia stares at Du Cheng with a pair of big eyes.

"Er..." Du Cheng was stunned by Xiao Yao. Seeing his wife's eyes, he quickly replied, "no, my classmates in middle school were all boys, and they didn't have long hair to coil up."

"Eh ~" the audience at the scene immediately hissed.

"No Wan Minjia said with a smile.

"Really Du Cheng vowed to emphasize that "at that time, teachers were strict against puppy love. In our class, boys and boys were at the same table, girls and girls were at the same table."

"Well, I believe you." Wan Minjia let go of her husband, turned to Xiao Yao and said, "is your high school deskmate a man or a woman?"

"Oh ~" the audience gave out a voice of gossip.

"It's a boy." Xiao Yao said generously, "our class arranges seats once a year according to the final examination results of the previous semester from top to bottom. We take turns to choose our own seats. The first one is the first one, the second one is the second one, and the last one is not chosen. My grades are always in the front. I entered the classroom early to choose a seat. Most of them chose me as my deskmate, but I didn't choose my own. Although young boys and girls in middle school are in love for the first time, most of them are shy, so most of our class are same-sex deskmates

"I don't think Minjia is right." Du Cheng began to fight back, "Xiao Yao's song is obviously reminiscent of his former deskmate, so you should not ask his high school deskmate, but his junior high school deskmate. Xiao Yao, is your junior high school deskmate a man or a woman? ""I was a boy for more than a month at the beginning, and then I changed to a girl." Xiao Yao replied.

"Is this song about your junior high school deskmate?" Wan Minjia said, "I really want to know who she is."

"Well, not really." Xiao Yao began to sweat in his heart. He dug a hole for himself.

"This song is not really about me." Xiao Yao began to make up stories and said, "this is a story I wrote after listening to a classmate's secret love for a girl at the same table. Even if we graduate now, I can't name my classmate for the purpose of respecting his privacy. It's not necessary to be in love to write sweet love songs, and it's not necessary to be lovelorn to write lovelorn songs. What you hear, what you look at, or even what you read in books, with feelings and inspiration, you can also write songs. "

"Well, then, we'll stop asking questions." Wan Minjia said with a smile.

"Thank Xiao Yao again for bringing us this song that moved us and made us recall the green years of our school days." Du Cheng took the guitar taken by Xiao Yao, handed it back to the staff on the stage, turned back to the normal flow of the program and said, "next, we will invite the challenger of this program."