You are asked to bring your hometown to the top, and you write a song about your hometown

Song Huanhuan stood in the crowd, the expression on her face changing again and again.

She didn't expect Shen Fei to deal with sudden problems in this way.

The key is that this song is different from the previous genre.

There is no big opening and closing of "Mrs. Luxury".

There is no "Jiangnan" with beautiful mountains and rivers.

There is no "Lang's Temptation" mentality.

A simple monologue.

There is no melody to lay out.

But it made her have a trace of complicated emotions.

Resonance is the judgment of how good a song is.

Shen Fei's flat and straightforward singing method, although there is no inhibition and frustration, no ups and downs, but it can best express the deepest emotions.

It is precisely the one that resonates with the audience the most.

I don't know what it will be like with the melody.

Song Huanhuan's expectations were directly filled.

If this song can be used as a propaganda song for the Black Province, maybe it can trigger some phenomenal tourism boom.

The staff of the Bureau of Culture and Tourism looked at Shen Fei in a daze.

I was amazed and expectant.

Hurriedly took out his mobile phone and clicked on the video recording.

He only heard Shen Fei's songs on the Internet, and never heard the live version.

The key is a new song that has never been released!

Turning back to be used as a propaganda song for cultural tourism in Black Province, their tourism industry will definitely have a second spring.

Shen Fei is still immersed in his own music world.

"Look at how the snow ages".

"How My Eyes Melt".

"If you see me".

"Please turn around and be surprised".

"Let the dust be sealed into the sea".

“......"

The monologue chant brought out Shen Fei's deep and sad voice to the extreme.

A plain and natural way of singing.

With an extremely ear-catching tone.

It makes the few lyrics deeper.

In Shen Fei's full and emotional voice, there was a hint of complex emotions.

There is the desire to hold the hand of the son and grow old together, and there is also the loneliness and longing that the people have gone.

The lyrics are simple and sincere.

The singing is the most affectionate and the most healing.

There is no melody foreshadowing.

The faint singing voice adds a touch of mystery and hazy beauty to the whole song.

It makes people want to find out.

The song is like the creator's experience and inner monologue.

Shen Fei is more like the teller of the story, with a voice as clean as a clear spring, warm and containing.

The faint sound of the wind outside the window tugs at the heartstrings, making the already sad singing even more mournful.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

This chant does not deliberately show off his skills, and he is not in a hurry to play the piano, but he has a strong sense of picture.

The restless ballroom gradually became quiet.

Everyone's eyes stopped on Shen Fei.

The older ones also stopped their movements at this moment and looked in the direction where the song came from.

For them, they may not be able to resonate in a short period of time, but they are deeply attracted by Shen Fei's voice.

The old man dancing alone in the corner did not stop.

With this sad singing, his figure seems even more lonely.

After the cappella ended, Shen Fei stroked the piano with both hands.

A comfortable and soft piano melody slowly flowed into everyone's ears.

The moment the melodious melody sounded, time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Everyone's mood gradually calmed down because of the torment.

The faint sound of the piano is soft and soothing.

Like snowflakes floating on the windowsill.

At the same time as the piano melody sounded, Shen Fei's slightly sad groan.

"I've never seen a village where the aurora appeared."

"I haven't seen anyone setting off fireworks in the middle of the night."

"The evening star is like your eyes that kill and set fire".

"You didn't say anything, the wild wind disturbed me".

“......"

The slow piano melody matched Shen Fei's storytelling voice, and the sad mood gradually spread.

Every note, every lyric is so simple and straightforward, it seems to lack some deep meaning.

In fact, under the careful tasting, the kind of forbearance, longing, and sad emotions are the deeper things.

Plain narrative, full of feelings.

A calm and simple voice with the ability to sink people.

There are no ornate instrumental arrangements.

There are no melody ups and downs.

There was no hoarse scream.

Yes, it's just the real emotions that are conveyed in plain and natural.

Shen Fei was more serious than ever.

Perhaps only he knows that he sings more than just a song.

It's a story of the past, a story that can move everyone.

Heavy snowfall, one after another.

Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it is still a deeper and deeper white.

The invading snowflakes are like dancing dancers, dancing to the melancholy tune before they fade away.

Inside the ballroom, it was unusually quiet.

In the dark and somewhat oppressive space, two overlapping voices spread out like this.

All eyes were on the piano.

Only the man in the blue polyester shirt.

Still unoccupied, from the corner of the room, he swirled and moved to the center of the ballroom.

In the melancholy tune, in the quiet and beautiful unique scenery of Mohe, he danced the dance steps that only he knew.

Almost instantly, he became the whole ballroom.

Absolute protagonist!

It's just that this lonely and lonely figure, at the moment when the song sounds, the dance steps are smoother and more active.

It seems to be doing some kind of response.

should be with.

It blends together like a perfect interweaving, quietly isolated from the world.

Bai Lu looked at the scene in front of him, the lonely dance, the sad melody, the two seemed extremely harmonious at this moment.

Heavy snow, auroras, and wild winds all reveal the shadow of Mohe.

And what the lyrics tell is telling a more sad story.

The old man jumped quietly.

Jumping alone.

Jumping with pleasure.

At this moment, he was immersed in the artistic conception of music and his own world.

Bai Lu looked at the old man who had always looked extremely indifferent.

I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

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