Longing for Life: The Strongest Fresh Meat

Like a rising tide.

Like a bright moon on the sea.

Like peanuts, but entangled with each other.

……

The sound of the two of them getting higher and higher, and in the end, it was still Linghua’s breath that gradually weakened, and after Jiang Han realized it, it gradually decreased.

The hoop stopped.

Everyone was silent.

In the end, Teacher He took the lead in applauding.

”

Snap…”

Applause broke out.

Zi Feng jumped even more excitedly, and a pair of small hands clapped red!

“Good! That’s great! ”

Xiao Yang clapped his hands vigorously and spared no effort to praise.

“Fantastic! That’s great! Linghua, Xiaojiang, you have given everyone a feast, a feast for the soul! ”

Teacher He also praised.

“As high as the top of the firmament, as low as the bottom of the Han Sea, as wide as the boundless earth.”

Teacher Huang said as he stood up and applauded.

Jiang Han couldn’t help but say modestly

“Everyone is ridiculous, don’t exaggerate so much.”

Linghua was very useful in her heart, but seeing Jiang Han’s modesty, she also waved her hand.

“It’s not so exaggerated, it’s normal.”

Jiang Han blinked, big sister, are you being modest or boasting?

In the live broadcast room, it exploded!

Thoroughly exploded!

“What about the person who mocked my brother Han just now? Stand out! Lao Tzu’s big knife is already hungry and thirsty! ”

“Fuck! Start today! I’m Brother Han’s brain-dead fan! Who dares to black cold brother, Lao Tzu sprays you to death! ”

“Aaaaaa Perfect! I felt like I had been baptized from the inside out! ”

“Excited!”

“Powdered powder! Turned powdered! ”

“……”

Those black fans, seeing this scene, silently kept silent.

Crew.

Wang Zhengyu was eating instant noodles while watching the photography, and when Jiang Han and Linghua Humai arrived, he was stunned.

The instant noodles in my mouth were half eaten, but I didn’t swallow them, and a few noodles hung on my mouth without sucking them in.

As if sucking in a bite of noodles by yourself, it will disturb Jiang Han and Linghua’s singing.

“Director, noodles…”

A field attendant couldn’t help but remind.

Wang Zhengyu was as deaf as if in a daze.

…………

In the field.

Inside the living room.

After several people sighed, Xiao Yang spoke.

He was now more and more interested in Jiang Han.

Expect.

Unabashed expectations.

“Xiaojiang, hurry, sing, your eldest sister Hua is still waiting for you to dance with him.”

Jiang Han blinked and said with a smile

“But I only agreed to sing, not to dance.”

Xiao Yang took a sip:

“You see me excited, I can’t say clearly, you sing, Sister Hua dances.”

“Hahaha.”

The crowd burst into laughter.

In the gaze of everyone looking at Jiang Han, there was no longer the slightest doubt, replaced by anticipation and appreciation.

Zi Feng sat next to Jiang Han, and a pair of small hands did not know when, and they were already placed inside Jiang Han’s shirt.

I don’t know if it’s cold or what.

Linghua set up her hand and nodded at Jiang Han, signaling that Jiang Han could start.

Jiang Han lowered his head and slowly pulled the piano bow in his hand.

The pleasant sound of the horse head qin came out.

Linghua moved her feet forward slightly, and her hands were raised.

“That’s the characteristic of their Mongolian dance.”

“That’s right, you can see it at a glance.”

“It’s very recognizable.”

“……”

Several people whispered while watching.

At this moment, Jiang Han spoke.

“Hongyan, in the sky.”

“Yes, yes, in line.”

Be quiet.

Everyone unconsciously closed their mouths.

Like the depths of the grassland, the song came from it, lonely, vast, and expressive.

When Ling Hua heard Jiang Han’s voice, she was even more shocked.

As if this is no longer a mushroom house, but a wide prairie, my childhood self, in my father’s arms, my father rides a horse, galloping away.

Carefree, the sky is blue, the sky is high, the endless grassland, a few geese fly in the air.

Just the moment she spoke, Linghua was substituted into the song by Jiang Han, turning into an elf dancing carefree on the grassland.

Live room.

“Hmm… I don’t know what to say…”

“Open your mouth and kneel…”

“So charming…”

“This… I feel like I’m not in front of the computer, but in the prairie…”

“I just want to say, is it original? I’ve never heard of this song…”

“……”

Scene.

It continues.

“The song is far away, the piano is long, and the spring on the grassland is warm.”

“Hongyan, to the sky, how far away is the sky…”

“Drink the wine dry, fill it again, and don’t get drunk tonight…”

The song ends.

Linghua also slowly stopped.

Everyone was speechless for a long time.

“Beauty! So beautiful! ”

Teacher He was the first to speak and applauded.

“Snap.”

Hearing Teacher He speak and applaud, everyone eased up.

Follow the applause.

”

Snap…”

“Awesome!”

Xiao Yang stretched out his thumb and said to Jiang Han.

“Xiaojiang, you are really hiding deeply!”

“Sister Hua and Xiaojiang, this is a fatal match?!”

Zeng Yi and Lao Wang followed with praise.

No compliments, no ridicule, everyone seriously praised.

Linghua pulled her emotions back, looked at everyone and nodded with a smile, and then turned to look at Jiang Han.

“It’s all Xiaojiang, Xiaojiang’s singing and piano sounds, making me feel like I have returned to my hometown grassland, thank you, Xiaojiang.”

Saying that, Linghua actually took the initiative to bow to Jiang Han!

Jiang Han was taken aback!

I am still a character of Xiao Xianrou!

If this picture is used by some black fans, see it, take it out of context, you really can’t wash it by jumping into the Yellow River!

“When the red little fresh meat forces the old singer to bow!”

Thinking of this title, Jiang Han couldn’t help but shiver.

“Sister Hua, you are polite, it is your dance that inspires me!”

Jiang Han quickly helped Sister Hua and said.

“Hahahaha, you two don’t compliment each other, we look embarrassed!”

Zeng Yi smiled and played round.

“Wait, what did you just say? Inspired you? ”

Peng Peng finally spoke.

His words instantly reminded everyone!

Inspiration?

Do you say? ……

In everyone’s eyes, it was no longer possible to hide their shock!

Who are these people?

I’ve all mixed up in the music scene!

Basically, the songs in the Chinese music scene, even if you can’t hand over the name, you have heard it!

But!

The song Jiang Han sang just now seems to have never been heard of!

“Jiang… Jiang Han, what is the name of the song you just sang? ”

Teacher He tried hard to control his excitement.

“Let’s call it Hongyan.”

Jiang Han replied.

When everyone heard this, their hearts were shocked!

It’s called “Hong Yan”, right?!

What does this mean? It shows that Jiang Han has acquiesced! That’s his original song!

And it’s a temporary creation on the spot!

Teacher Huang couldn’t believe it, he needed Jiang Han to personally determine it.

“You mean, this song is an original song that you improvised and composed?”

Everyone looked at Jiang Han with a shocked expression.

You know, originality is not difficult, difficult, is improvisation, and even so adaptable!

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