The Studious Goddess Is Not To Be Provoked

Xia Wei'an is wearing a moon white cheongsam tonight. The skirt is below the knees, which looks a bit conservative, but it is protruding and backwards, which is different and sexy.

She came slowly from the backstage, her waist swayed slightly as she walked, her steps were light, as if she was stepping on the moon, and her every move and gesture was full of style.

The song she sang tonight is called "Tender Moonlight." "

The sound of music flowed like water under the moonlit night, and the audience was silent. The spotlight hit her, only highlighting this light, and the rest was darkness.

"Moonlight, gentle, shining on your back."

"The shadow is very long. It connects you and me. It's close at hand, but you can't touch it."

"Missing, lingering..."

The touching voice is also like a stream under the moonlight, the spring water is ding-dong, dripping into the hearts of everyone.

Just as everyone was about to be intoxicated by such a clean sound, the music stopped abruptly. Xia Wei'an just sang a sentence, and the music stopped. After being slightly stunned, he quickly adjusted his state and continued to sing: "Like three thousand hairs wrapped around my heart ah……"

She sings completely a cappella without any musical embellishments. She only relies on the strength of her voice to master the various inflections of the song. In order to prevent the slightest mistake, she simply closes her eyes and concentrates on singing this song in her own world. .

This song was written by the composer to his deceased wife, remembering, sighing, and bringing blessings.

When Xia Wei'an sang it, it was not only a remembrance and a sigh, but also a blessing, and more of a remorse and pain!

When my wife leaves, I hate myself for being powerless and unable to keep her. From then on, only one person is left to dress, eat alone, go to the park alone, and wait for the sunset alone. This kind of loneliness is painful, and I wish I could go to hell with her. But he lacks the courage to be self-sufficient.

Self-blame, entanglement and pain are actually what this song really wants to express, and it is also the real emotion of the composer, because the composer happens to be Lu Yi's friend, so Lu Yi dared to let Xia Wei'an declare these hidden emotions in front of others .

Even if she sings a cappella, her voice is too contagious, every tone gently touches every wounded heart, touches their saddest past, and makes them burst into tears.

The cameraman saw that many people in the auditorium were in tears, so he turned the camera over and took close-ups of them.

After the song was over, Xia Wei'an had already stopped talking, but the lingering sound was still lingering in the studio. She quietly lowered her hands to calm down her emotions. Just now, she was also moved by the song she sang, and felt sad.

Di Xingchen in front of the TV looked at Xia Weian in the moon-white cheongsam, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. A picture appeared in his mind. It was in the depths of the bamboo forest, surrounded by a bamboo fence, and there was a thousand-year-old plant in front of the house. The pear blossom tree, the trunk and branches are as black as ink, and the pear blossoms are more prosperous than the snow. Under the tree, a woman in white clothes sits quietly playing the piano, and the sound of the piano is melodious. Looking up, a pair of eyes filled with spring water, telling him to look at Wannian.

Xia Wei'an's voice was still in his ears, but the sadness made his eyes moisten. He got up, took the car keys, and drove to the TV station.

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The audience stood up one after another and applauded vigorously. The thunderous applause pulled Xia Weian out of her grief. She took a deep breath and bowed deeply at ninety degrees to the judges and audience in front of her. .