Rebirth of the National Male God

At this time, the benefits of being a high-ranking soldier are reflected. Even if the traffic police caught him speeding, Guo Chengxiong put up a certificate and just made up a reason to get the pass.

It used to take an hour's drive, but it took him less than half an hour to reach the destination.

The TOV music list awards ceremony has already started, and the entrance has been closed and people are not allowed to enter, but this is compared to ordinary people. Guo Chengxiong used the same method, making up an identity that can enter the venue and making an exception to enter with Qin Fan up.

Not only did they go in, but the two also obtained a certificate from the on-site security guards. They could walk around the scene freely by wearing the straps on their wrists, regardless of whether it was the place closest to the stage or the audience seats.

It's also a coincidence that Qin Fan and Guo Chengxiong came in not long ago, and it happened to be the time when Sihuang received the second prize.

She once again walked to the stage under the envious eyes of all her peers and the enthusiastic gaze of the audience.

On the way, a security guard wearing long trousers and long sleeves passed by. When the two passed by, Si Huang paused in his footsteps, and calmly glanced at each other with the end of his eyes.

This is a black-haired man wearing a mask. His black hair looks a bit messy without any care. It falls in front of his forehead, covering half of his forehead and eyebrows, making his eyes dim.

Surprise flashed across Si Huang's heart, but there was nothing unusual on the surface. The gaze that drifted towards the other party seemed to be just a normal side glance, and even gave the other party a polite smile, and then took it back flatly.

"..." Baoan Fan had no expression on his face, and he clenched his fists.

Does the kid recognize it or not?

He looked up and saw the young man who had walked up the steps to the stage and chatted happily with the host.

Sihuang's voice is gorgeous but does not give people the feeling of frivolity. When she laughs loudly, her voice is like a feather passing through the tip of a person's heart. Not to mention how intoxicating, the most terrible thing is that her words are gentlemanly and humorous, which amuses women. The host couldn't help but want to chat with her a few more words.

The host's professionalism prevented the hostess from having private emotions that shouldn't be had, and when she felt that the warm-up was almost over, she handed over the venue to Si Huang.

According to the second performance that was arranged at the beginning, no special arrangements were required, and Guang Sihuang standing in front of the microphone alone made the stage the most eye-catching place.

The prelude to "Fireworks" gradually sounded.

This song is a song from Grandma Yu's era. It is definitely an old song, but the classics of old songs will only become more classics as time goes by.

What's more, this song is still Yu Shulan's famous song. The rhythm is very gentle, and the difficulty of singing is very high. It is mostly the change of treble and bass, which requires a higher voice of the singer. Up to now, many people still like to listen to this song, but few dare to sing it.

When the prelude of this song sounded, a group of colleagues in the front row showed surprised expressions, and most of the audience felt familiar.

It turns out that the song "Firework" is the same as her name, the emptiness after a moment of brilliance.

At the beginning, Sihuang also planned to sing steadily and in accordance with the original style, but she found that her mood at the moment did not match the artistic conception of the song.

It's not that she can't sing "Firework" in her current mood, it's just that she thought of another way of expressing it more sincerely.

When the accompaniment reached the singing part, Si Huang stood in front of the overhead microphone, slowly opened his lips, and the ethereal and long singing flowed out of the speaker first.

In an instant, the audience screamed.

Some people just can surprise people with the first sound they speak.

Singing is different from talking, usually the gorgeous and clear voice, but this time it is deliberately low and sexy.

Sihuang stood gracefully, but her posture was lazy, her eyebrows were drooping, making the lines of her eyebrows look more smooth and elegant, she sang softly, occasionally squinting, her eyes fell somewhere, her emotional eyes fascinated a group of people people.

"You say that I am the firework in your eyes, igniting your life, so that life will not be wasted; you say that I am cruel like a firework, and the short-lived beauty leaves indifference, and no one even talks about loneliness."

"Don't back down! Don't back down! Don't be fooled by appearances!"

"I don't want to be the fireworks in your eyes. The more brilliant it is, the colder it is when it disappears."

"Stop being cruel, I want to accompany you through this life."

According to information, the song "Firework" was originally composed by Yu Shulan when she was frustrated in love. She sang it herself when she was young. Questioning feelings, the pain in my heart can't be expressed in words, but can only be expressed in songs. In the hopeless state of broken love, I sing out my true heart, sour, uncomfortable and wronged, but I can't stop it, or give birth to some hope.

This is a song that can easily resonate with women, and is occasionally used by men to express love to women.

The feeling of Sihuang singing at the scene was different. She didn't sing sadly and bitterly, but she sang with an indomitable strength, cutting through all misunderstandings like a sharp sword, with a feeling of 'Why are you so insecure? Be brave, can't you? I have said that I want to be with you, the person I want to spend my whole life with is you! ’ Domineering momentum, but at the same time can feel her affectionate tenderness, otherwise how could I explain and tell you all this?

Whether it was the audience at the scene or the audience watching the live broadcast outside the venue, a large number of women were screamed by Su De again, their hearts were beating uncontrollably, and their faces were flushed with introversion, and they were so excited.

"Aww! Oh my god! How can His Majesty be so perfect, even if he is good at acting, he can even sing so well? The little prince is so weak compared to His Majesty, isn't he?"

"Su is dead! Su is dead! I'm about to die! Your Majesty, why are you so sullen! Do you want to give others a way out!"

"So "Fireworks" can still be sung like this? It feels very good! It used to be a divine comedy of hurt feelings, but today it will only become a divine comedy of confession!"

At the same time, in a small rural-style villa, Grandma Yu and Mr. Tie were sitting on the sofa together, watching a live broadcast on TV.

"Hahahaha! As expected of Little Phoenix, she is so amazing. This is a good change, really good!" Grandma Yu not only didn't feel unhappy that her song was innovated, but was very proud, and she felt good everywhere she looked at Sihuang. .

Tie Lao couldn't understand how she put her mind on that kid when she saw Du Sihuang, so he pouted and said, "What's the good thing, just mess around."

Grandma Yu stared over, "Oh~ yeah, I still remember how this song was created."

Tie Lao's hairs stood on end, with a hint of guilt in his eyes, he said dryly: "When I was young, I was not sensible, and I would always do something."