"Can the brightest star in the night sky be heard clearly?"

"The loneliness and sighs in the heart of the person who looks up to you"

"Oh Can you remember the brightest star in the night sky?"

"The figure who once walked with me and disappeared in the wind"

“I pray for a transparent heart”

"With the eyes that will cry"

"Give me the courage to believe again"

"Oh Go over the lies and hug you"

Under the night sky, the breeze was gentle and the noise gradually disappeared. Gu Qing on the stage played and sang, and his emotions began to be devoted to the song.

He has never studied composition professionally and does not understand a lot of music theory knowledge, but he is better than intermediate singing skills and intermediate guitar. He is comparable to senior singing skills. He pulls the masters of the football field into the song as soon as he opens his mouth.

Of course, no one has heard of this song more importantly, and no one knows if it is sang it wrong.

"Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence"

"Whenever I'm lost in the night"

"Oh The brightest star in the night sky"

"Please guide me to get close to you"

On the football field, I don’t know who turned on the flashlight on my phone and shook it as a fluorescent stick. More and more students joined this ranks, took out their phones, turned on the flashlight and waved their hands rhythmically.

In the first row below the rostrum, Lan Yun smiled at the side: "Look, I don't believe it after saying it's a great god. The top ten good voices, do you think you have a false reputation?"

"I believe it, Sister Lan, I'll ask him out for dinner later. I'll treat you to the guests."

"He's not available."

"How do you know if you didn't ask? You don't want to take it alone, do you?"

"Ahem, I'm too familiar with him. This person is quite shy and shy. He usually doesn't like to deal with girls unless he's an acquaintance, and he doesn't eat your set."

In the composition class, everyone listened with relish. This was the first time they heard the live version, and they felt different from what they saw on TV before.

A feeling of shaking the heart and numb all over the body.

Chen Zhenghua held his hands in front of his chest. Seeing Gu Qing singing almost the same, he said to the students in the class: "This is the difference between the live and the recording."

"It is impossible for a person to walk through the same river twice, and the singers sing, with different emotions, different ages, different experiences and feelings, and the feeling of singing the same song is different every time."

"The albums you usually listen to and the songs on the music website are recorded and sung. They are the versions of the singer singing one after another, editing the tune in the later stage, and tuning it."

"Recording singing is soulless, listening to the scene is the real enjoyment. If you have the opportunity, I hope you can listen to your favorite singer concerts or musical opera performances, and you will be sure to gain differently."

The students were thinking about it. Chen Zhenghua said this, and it seemed to make some sense. The first time I heard such a professional scene was different from listening to albums through headphones and online songs in the past. The difference was too big.

In the live version, the singer's voice penetration and infectiousness, and every high and low stress can be felt by everyone, as if it can be integrated into it more.

When I watched TV, the audience in the audience cried when they sang. Everyone thought it was a sentence. Why weren’t they moved in front of the TV?

This is the difference between live and non-site. Listening to live can really touch people more.

"Thank you." On the stage, Gu Qing finished singing a song, bowed and smiled: "I wish you all a wonderful university life, start a new journey from today, not fearing the future, and not thinking about the past."

Gu Qing's song tonight is destined to become a celebrity in the school. A large number of people surrounded him as soon as the stage came to an end, and the girls shouted to take a photo.

Of course, he never refused this request, and it was not over until a group of men came.

...

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the noisy campus suddenly became silent after the lights were turned off. The students who had been tired all day fell asleep. In the 404 dormitory, Jia Chun slept for a long time with his head covered with his head, but there was no movement.

Wang Dalong's heavy breathing sound spread throughout the dormitory. Gu Qing lay flat on his face, wearing a Bluetooth headset, and fell asleep after listening to the song. I don't know if he fell asleep.

Suddenly, Gu Qing opened his eyes, frowned, turned his head to look at Jia Chun, thought for a while and said, "Fatty, are you watching a love movie? There is no sound on your phone yet?"

"Yes, no, how long have I been asleep? Don't falsely accused me." Jia Chun said dissatisfiedly with his head covered in sweat.

"You're connected to my Bluetooth headset."

Gu Qing was already asleep, and the songs he set was scheduled to arrive early. Who knew that the sound of Bluetooth headphones suddenly increased, almost making his ears pierced and deaf. He was humming, who could sleep?

The Bluetooth headset has a limited connection range, and he borrowed Jia Chun from his headset once today. Now this is the case. Who is this guy?

Jia Chun scolded angrily, "Fuck, why didn't I say anything?"

"Hahaha." Wang Dalong couldn't help laughing.

OK, none of the three people in the dormitory fell asleep.

Gu Qing chuckled, "Dalong, aren't you sleeping yet?"

"No, I can't sleep. You still have a big impact on me today. I'm numb and my mind is blank."

Gu Qing...

Damn, I said this, those who don’t know what he did to Wang Dalong.”

The luminous light passed through the balcony and sprinkled onto the bedside. Wang Dalong looked up and said, "I mean it, you are usually quite unfair. I didn't expect that as soon as you went on stage, you would pick up the guitar and look like a different person, and you are very singer-showing."

"Maybe this is talent, no wonder I can get special recruits. Unlike me, I have only passed the exam three times to get into this school. I am twenty years old this year, and I almost missed my age. If I delayed another year, I wouldn't get in."

Jia Chun was surprised and sat up suddenly, "Twenty? Then you still call me brother one by one, so you are the brother."

Judging from his appearance, Wang Dalong is indeed quite mature, but he usually calls his elder sisters when he sees everyone, and no one thinks of him in his previous years.

Wang Dalong smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe it's because I've been in society for a long time and got used to it."

"You've been in society?" Gu Qing said at this moment.

"Well, when I was in high school, I wanted to take the Magic Electric exam, but my family didn't allow me. I said I was crazy. What kind of film school I went to in rural families? Being a celebrity is a fool."

"That time, I stole 600 yuan and came to take the art exam. The teacher said I was not good-looking and my performance lines were not up to date, so I didn't want me."

With my hands under my head, Wang Dalong continued, "I have no shame to go home. I just worked in the Demon City. I saved the money for several months and signed up for a performance training class. The next year I came again, but I still haven't passed the exam teacher said that I was studying the wrong direction."

"It turns out that the teacher I signed up for is a second-in-command, a slag in the fourth year of Magic Power, and has failed many subjects in many subjects."

"I didn't give up, I continued to work. This time I signed up for a professional training class. The Magic Electric Teacher was hired by him. It was more expensive. Finally, I passed the third place in my professional grade."

Wang Dalong said it easily, but consultants and Jia Chun could think of the difficulties. The tuition for Magic Electric is not cheap. It is 18,000 yuan in the first year. How much does it take to go to college in the past few years? Ordinary rural families really can't afford it.

Moreover, actors are still in an unprotected industry, no way, no matter, no one supports them, and they will be a substitute after graduation. They will not be able to stand up to be the most popular person in a few years.
Chapter completed!