A song for yourself.

The lights converge on the stage of "Cloud Song Club".

On the large screen in the background, the five-character song title is presented in artistic fonts.

In the center of the field, Zhang Xiyang held a microphone and lowered his head under the gaze of thousands of spectators.

With the cooperation of the live band, the prelude of the song sounded, and the piano sound advanced slowly and low with an inherent graininess. Under the colorful follow-up lights, the past seemed to emerge in front of Zhang Xiyang's eyes like running water.

"You want it but you can't get it..."

When Zhang Xiyang spoke, his voice seemed a bit deeper than the publicly released studio version, so much so that the second line of the lyrics was almost read out.

"What's wrong with you?"

This act of suddenly losing the melody is handled without any sense of abruptness, just like a dialogue and exchange, as if asking yourself, and as if asking the audience.

next moment.

Zhang Xiyang seemed to be asking and answering his own questions, and raised his voice slightly: "I can't bear to let go of it. I just talk nonsense about the past..."

In the first two sentences, there were people at the scene encouraging me to come on.

By this time, the scene had quieted down.

"By the time you find out that time is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices. Love is just a high fever, and missing you is a cough that will never get better..."

The audience was suddenly in a trance.

Many people have not noticed that there are differences between this live version and the publicly released version. Not only are the sentence fragments different, but the intonation has also changed.

If what comes out of the recording studio is a refined version, this scene has a primitive feeling. The less the singer's singing skills are used, the stronger the emotion.

The eyes of the audience gradually changed.

Rather than saying that Zhang Xiyang is singing "Song to Myself", it is better to say that this is just an uncle telling a period of his past on the stage. When the love is strong, he can't restrain himself.

In a trance.

The eyes of the older audience members began to turn red. There was not a trace of sand in the scene, but it captivated many people's eyes.

"It's unforgivable

but can't stop

Hatred climbs over the wall at night

It's empty

but buzzing

Who puts a thorn in your heart?"

The audience, who already felt deeply for this song, gently sang along with Zhang Xiyang, and their eyes got wet a little while singing. Perhaps it was because most of these people were old and felt the song deeply.

Zhang Xiyang's words seemed to be like sudden cold shots, shattering the dusty memories and opening doors in the heart.

"The oath of old love is like a slap in the face

Get a slap every time you remember a sentence

Then I couldn't smell it for several years.

I can’t smell the fragrance of a woman…”

In the simple lyrics and slightly hoarse singing voice, the melody is slightly different from Zhang Xiyang's voice, but there is no disharmony at all. On the contrary, it highlights a kind of helplessness, with a sob like a cry.

The keyboardist and drummer in the back row exchanged glances.

The band heard the singer's intentions and understood each other's intentions. The melody actually changed slightly, with some elements of live performance, matching Zhang Xiyang's vicissitudes of singing:

"The past is not like smoke..."

He pulled the microphone close to his mouth, almost as if he had forgotten that he was singing, and just spoke softly, his voice mocking himself and sighing:

"Yes, nostalgic for the past in love is not a virtue."

In the enlarged image of the singer on the screen behind him, Zhang Xiyang shook his head slightly, but his eyes were red.

The scene became increasingly quiet, and the audience's eyes were focused under the lights. Although many people had heard this song before, they had a completely different feeling at this moment.

In a flash of thought, everyone finally realized the difference in this version.

Zhang Xiyang's murmurs are his own personal emotions, which are very different from the previously publicly released studio versions. The former is for the public, while the latter only opens his heart and confesses some experiences.

The distance between the singer and the audience is suddenly very close.

And in the distance that suddenly narrowed, there were some young audience members in the audience. They also felt like they were hit at this moment, as if they suddenly understood the song——

It seems that people will always encounter such songs in their lives.

Obviously when I first listened to it, I didn't think it was anything special, but when I tasted it again, my mind was swaying until I got deeper and deeper and couldn't extricate myself.

"It's a pity that love is not like singing

No matter how serious you are, you can't become a style

Let me ask you, who have you ever let go of missing?

Whether you are a repeat offender or have never had a criminal record

The only one I know is Na Hejiu.

I have never seen a reunion that lasted for a long time..."

Just like drinking a glass of mild wine, Du Kang's throat was filled with light clouds and the breeze was gentle. When he looked back, his eyes were drunk and blurred. More and more spectators had strange expressions, until their eyes turned red and burst into tears.

"Don't rush the years

I won't push it if it should come.

Pay what you deserve

I will give what is due..."

Zhang Xiyang's voice was very long, and his body was shaking along with it. His shoulders were obviously shaking slightly, but the next voice became shorter and more powerful, as if he was walking through the fog and walking out of a long period of confusion:

"Don't rush the years!

I won’t chase those who wander away!

I just want to find out the whole story..."

When the singer once again spoke the lyrics in the form of reciting and singing, these emotions had infected almost all the audience in the audience. Those who felt wronged, confused, and puzzled gradually got a vague answer.

Just for a moment.

Zhang Xiyang's voice rose again, singing almost word for word: "Her love has been buried in her heart and wiped out for several years, but it still has some power!"

Like the heart like the nectar long after death;

Like the sunshine after the haze has been swept away;

When the last word echoed, the long vibrato finally shattered the defensiveness of everyone present. In this colorful moment, no one could remain indifferent.

The scene was in shock.

Zhang Xiyang's words are like the progression of emotions, until finally everything breaks through, leaving only the indomitable determination:

"It's unforgivable but unstoppable

Love climbs over the wall at night

It's empty but buzzing

Who put a cold gun in your heart?

The oath of old love is like a slap

Get a slap every time you remember a sentence

Then I couldn't smell it for several years.

Can't smell women's fragrance

Then I couldn't smell women's fragrance for several years..."

The fragrance of a woman turns a thousand times, and the band's coordination has almost reached its peak. There is no need for the singer and musician to discuss in advance. The sound of the keyboard suddenly becomes very heavy, and the bass in the same cut follows closely behind, almost performing a harmony.

A completely different version of the recording studio.

This is the charm of the scene!

Zhang Xiyang has never been a singer who follows the rules, and the band has never been willing to be a yes-man for the singer. The fierce collision of art is often so unexpected. The sound of the piano and several other electronic instruments are combined together, and the huge emotional impact is strong.

, it’s obviously the same song, but it sounds completely different!

Boom, boom, boom!

The stage exploded with dense drum beats, all the sounds merged and dispersed, and the emotions were pushed to the highest peak, and then fell hard from the sky.

The singing was not over yet, but the accompaniment suddenly stopped. Zhang Xiyang raised his head and looked clearly at the audience, but his eyes were unfocused. No one knew who he was looking at.

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To be continued...