Chapter 77

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Chapter 77 The end of the recording

    On the shabby concrete floor stage, Wei Lan, dressed in simple daily attire, with a "red belt" tied around her waist, sat on a somewhat ridiculous blue plastic stool, holding a guitar in her arms, drooping her eyes and drawing the strings, making the final adjustments.

    Live Room:

    [Are you going to start? Are you going to start? 】

    【What song will my brother sing? Hahaha will it be Gong Xi Fa Cai? 】

    【Am I the only one who thinks Wei Lan is pitiful? After all, it is the new prince of love songs, whose songs have dominated the charts all year round in the past two years, and he will perform on such a simple and funny stage]

    [It's a little bit, I wonder if anyone will listen to the concert in the future]

    [Ah will it ? Wouldn't let him go to a concert on an important stage that is related to the national character? No, brother's ideal is to go to the Bird's Nest to hold a concert! ]

    [Can I watch the show in peace, thank you]

    [Can I watch the show in peace, thank you]

    ...

    The discussion continues, although a few rational fans are also worried, they still start to maintain the barrage order under the leadership of Suyufen, Put down these shaky remarks for now.

    Finally, the gentle guitar sounded, and all the villagers who were still talking and laughing unconsciously stopped arguing, or cast their eyes on the stage curiously or casually.     The young man sitting there sang in a soft tone: "In 1932, in the midsummer of July, you came into this world bathed in the moonlight as bright as tonight. You are under the tender care of your mother. Growing up under your hands, you play on your father's generous shoulders..."     Barrage:     [What song is this? Which fat friend knows? ]     [I don't seem to have heard of it before]     [Damn it, this seems to be telling the story of this old birthday star! ]     [Wait, the old birthday star turns 90, then push it back to be born in the summer of 1932! 】













    【! ! ! Is this written by Wei Lan for the old birthday star? 】

    【Fuck you, this buddy! Just now I was discussing with my roommate whether singing other people's songs on this country stage is considered infringement! After all, there are no festive styles for Weilan's songs! 】

    This song is indeed written by Wei Lan, the song is very monotonous, and the lyrics are also very straightforward. But it was because of the straightforwardness that the villagers present and Mrs. Zhang understood.

    At first, there were still people whispering about it, but after being reminded that this song was actually about the life of Mrs. Zhang, they suddenly became more and more focused.

    When they sing about being lost in the war and their family members, when they sing about the war to calm their families down, when they sing about meeting love and getting married and having children, when they sing about quarreling with money, rice, oil and salt, many old ladies and old men present could not help but quietly wipe their tears. .

    When they sang about losing their parents and elders and becoming someone else's elders, even the most pompous woman in the village silently stopped eating melon seeds.

    In life, there are joys, sorrows, reunions, and separations. At the end of the song, Wei Lan sang all things, lamenting the present, and the sudden and passionate continuous strumming burst out inexplicably new vitality and hope.

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