Chapter 93

The song is still singing, but at this time, the live room is different from the quiet when Liu Zixia sang "because of love", there are always people on the screen.

"If you want to show your face, you are definitely a celebrity in the circle because you can control the songs so well."

"He had to be searched by human flesh, but he ran to help old golden dog. Isn't that helping tyranny?"

"The song is good, and the sound is familiar. What do you think?"

In addition to Liu Zixia's fans, more than half of the audience in the room are not his fans. They are not so blindly worshipped as Liu Zixia's fans. They can objectively compare the advantages and disadvantages of the two songs.

Although the lyrics and melody of the two songs are not comparable, they can be compared with Liu Zixia in singing skills and emotional devotion.

Of course, even so, the ending has already been doomed, Liu Zixia's "because of love" won the song "folk song minor"!

"How can you hear that sound so familiar?" Lang Wenxing, sitting in the living room, frowned when he heard the voice.

Zhang Minghao looked at Lang Wenxing's frown, touched him and said, "Lao Lang, what's your situation?"

"Brother Hao, don't you think the voice of singing this song is familiar?" Lang Wenxing turned to look at Zhang Minghao, "I always feel like I've heard this song somewhere, and it seems that I've heard it from somewhere."

"Is a little familiar..." Zhang Minghao suddenly eyes a bright, "you say, can it be your company's artists?"

"The artists of our company?"

Lang Wenxing subconsciously touched his chin, suddenly thumped his thigh, and said, "I don't know how to be such a familiar old man. It's him!"

"Who?"

Lang Wenxing's words attracted song Qingshan's attention.

"It's Han Junqing!" Lang Wenxing gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect that he was hooked up with jinshitang!"

"The best music producer in the industry?" Zhang Minghao knows Han Junqing, "isn't he the music director of your company? How can I help jinshitang this excrement stirring stick? "

"Very likely!"

Lang Wenxing's face was livid. "The old guy and Zixia didn't deal with it all the time, and they also had some opinions on me. I thought he wrote a lot of songs for the company, but they didn't pay attention to it all the time! Yes, I don't see him today. It turns out that the old man has gone to Dongshan. "

"Do you know what to do? You don't have any evidence now Zhang Minghao shook his head, "it's better to talk about it later. Anyway, Zixia has won the game. After you find the evidence, it's not too late to settle accounts with Han Junqing."

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"Folk song minor" finished, the audience's response was flat.

Although many people think that this song is really good, but compared with "because of love", the gap is not generally large, and the result is naturally obvious.

"The next step is the contest time!"

On the window, Meng Changkong, who had never spoken, said:

"For the sake of fairness! Just now, I've asked the company's technical staff to record all of your songs, which will be put on the panda music platform later. It's limited to one hour. Who gets the most downloads in one hour, even if he wins? "

"I don't mind." Liu Zixia shrugged. Anyway, he was very confident in his songs.

"Good!" Jinshitang rubbed his hands, "it's only one hour. I don't believe you can win me! Now, let's start with the second theme. "

Now it's just 9 o'clock. According to the previous rules, the second topic will be decided by Lin Yue and them.

"Mr. Huang, it's up to you this time."

Lin Yue and Xiong Xiong, Meng Changkong a little exchange, put the right to the topic to Huang Bingkun.

"Good!"

Huang Bingkun was not polite. He said with a smile:

"Since we have pop music in China, the main melody we sing is not only love, but also brotherhood, father and son, mother and son... The old man's topic is to choose any one of these feelings! As long as you can move the old man, you will win! "

Huang Bingkun's topic seems simple, but it is not easy.

With more choices, attention will be distracted, and it is easy to deviate from the orientation of the songs to be composed.

After all, diversified choices also represent the diversity of feelings.

So, ginger is still old and spicy. I know what tests people the most.

"I'll go. Mr. Huang is really powerful. This way of writing questions is too tormenting."

"No, I'm a choice phobia! I have a headache just thinking about which emotion to choose. "

"I'm really worried about Xia, Mr. Huang. You are so naughty."

All the audience began to make fun of Huang Bingkun. This move was really beyond their expectation. Just give him a theme and let Liu Zixia and jinshitang choose their own. It's really fun!

Liu Zixia frowned and thought. To tell the truth, he has too many songs about family, brothers and friendship in his mind... It's really not a good choice.

Han Junqing's situation is similar to that of Liu Zixia's. The difference is that Comrade Han is thinking about which of his songs are suitable for adaptation.

Shanshui district.

"Dad, Dad, what's the matter with you?" See Liu Zixia tightened brow, the small hand of the month suddenly stretched over, action gently to spread out Liu Zixia tight frown.

Liu Zixia took Yueyue's little hand, shook her head and said, "Dad is OK."

"Dad, if you feel too tired, take a rest." Yueyue has a small chest, "Yueyue can host the live broadcast! Mom taught me before, I know how to interact with fans

"Yes? How wonderful the moon is Liu Zixia was a little moved in his heart. He reached out to touch Yueyue's cerebellar pouch.

At this time, a fragment suddenly appeared in his mind:

A four - or five-year-old boy was laughing and running on the road. Suddenly he tripped over a stone and was about to fall to the ground. At this time, a pair of powerful hands stopped him.

The little boy looked into the sunshine and saw a kind and dignified young man's face.

The young man reached out and touched the little guy's head, and suddenly laughed.

"Dad..." Liu Zixia recovered and whispered subconsciously.

"Dad." Yueyue blinked her big eyes in doubt, "who's dad's dad? Is that grandfather? "

Liu Zixia smiles. His eyes are suddenly ruddy. He has never felt his parents' affection in his previous life. He suddenly wants to see the young man in the clip, that is, the father of this body!

"Yes, it's grandfather!" Liu Zixia touched Yueyue's cerebellar pouch melon, "if you have a chance, dad will take you home to meet your grandfather!"

"That's great. I have a grandfather, too!" Yueyue jumped up excitedly, happy like a little squirrel.

Liu Zixia smiles. He seems to understand why that clip suddenly pops out. It's the former owner of the body who tells him that he still has relatives in this world, and people who love and love him.

Putting aside his wooden guitar, Liu Zixia turned to the audience and said:

"Four years ago, in a Siheyuan in Shanghai, there was a young man quarreling with his father.

Father hoped that young people would study medicine and inherit the family's business, but young people wanted to pursue their dreams.

The differences between the two became more and more serious. Finally, the young man took up his luggage and ran away from home.

Angry father, more and more see old face full of helpless and bitter, he did not stop his son, just painfully let out angry words: go, you never come back.

The young man is very stubborn. For four years, he has never had any contact with his family. He just blames his father in his heart and complains that his father does not support his dream.

However, young people don't know that his father, who was able to run around his neck when he was a child, is getting more and more hunched; Originally black as ink short hair, has also been added to the white; In those years, those warm hands were more and more rough and wrinkled. "

"I am summer, is this talking about yourself?"

"It turns out that Zixia left home like this."

"Woo woo, why didn't his father support him?"

The audience in the studio were all infected by Liu Zixia's words. They never thought that this sunny and handsome boy had such an experience.

On the screen, a sneer appeared on jinshitang's face: "hum, playing the family card again! Who knows how you left home? This song is good or bad, completely in Huang Lao, even if you moved the audience in the live room, how? Well, it's just a waste of effort! "

Thousands of kilometers away in Shanghu, a courtyard in mingchong district.

Liu Shuren hid in his study, clumsily holding Qingmei tablet computer and wearing headphones to watch Liu Zixia's live broadcast.

"Shuren, Shuren, Xiao Xia just said..." at this time, Liu's mother suddenly rushed in with her mobile phone“ You, you're watching, too? "

Liu Shuren, who was caught off guard by his wife, put the tablet computer and the screen upside down on the table in a panic. Gu said to him, "well, what are you talking about? What are you talking about me? "

"Tree man, what do you hide?" Liu's mother took two quick steps and turned the tablet over. "Don't you care about Xiao Xia? Why are you watching his live broadcast now? "

Being torn down, Liu Shuren simply admitted: "just look, just look, how? Is it against the law? "

"Ha ha, you are just a knife mouth and a tofu heart!" Liu's mother beat Liu Shuren on the shoulder and said, "do you see that little girl? That's our granddaughter, Yueyue. "

"It's your granddaughter, not my granddaughter!" Liu Shuren said, "what are you doing in here? Get out! Get out

"You stubborn old man!" Liu's mother glared at him and left the room.

Seeing his wife out, Liu Shuren quickly screwed on the door, looked at the small figure in the studio, and muttered happily: "my granddaughter is really handsome! Like Xiaoxia, like Xiaoxia... "