Chapter 96

Han Mo suddenly took the wheat off the microphone rack. He had never done this before. In the past singing, Han Mo gave people a low-key and calm feeling. Even rock and roll stood in front of the wheat with few body movements.

At the moment when the chorus part sounded, Han Mo pulled out the microphone, took two steps to the side of the stage, stood still, and suddenly spoke with great explosive force.

"Don't you have to be boastful? If you don't fight for right and wrong and true and false, you can compare your worth with the packaging. Who speaks the truth and who speaks the truth..."

"As long as the picture is surprised enough, as long as the content is explosive enough, one mouth opens the ceiling, laughs and scolds, and can only tell the truth secretly in front of the mirror at night..."

The tone of the last sentence gradually weakened. Han Mo's penetrating voice retracted and played freely, dragging a gentle ending. The song was again transmitted to all corners of the studio hall through the microphone.

The voice has always been in a high pitched range, and the atmosphere of the scene has been completely driven. At the moment, Han Mo is not singing, but singing about himself. He sings about all the bright stars on the surface. In the environment mixed with true and false, everyone compares ostentation, packaging and value. The surface is bright. In fact, he is cheating and wearing a false mask, It may only be at night that one can tell the truth.

Lyrics express a phenomenon, an atmosphere and a kind of helplessness.

Every artist Han Mo sings is experiencing it personally, and the more popular he is, the deeper his feeling is. However, no one wants to say these things, let alone write them in the song like Han mo.

Zhai Xu tightened his eyebrows and held the signing pen tightly in his hand.

Shuya is a little excited. Try to control herself. Don't get out of control like other fans. Come on.

Lei Jia has been in the entertainment industry all his life. At this time, he is silent.

"You like me and don't like me. It's your freedom. I just hope to catch your ear ~ sing the first note for the music dream at some time. I haven't given up since then. There are too many obstacles from subjective and objective onlookers, and I have to bear the good and bad."

"So I want to sing praises and let my emotions release in the song. Although there are many choices, there are several good songs that can move people and give them something..."

"Looking for a good voice" is a program heavily built by Apple satellite TV. Now it has developed into the third season and has attracted much attention. Today, not only the audience but also many stars in the performing arts circle watch the live broadcast in front of the TV.

As soon as Han Mo's song came out, wechat blew up, and the stars called for Han Mo one after another.

Zhao Yuan, who just starred in the "lone Walker", said in the wechat, "if I can exercise the rights of public judges, I will vote for Han mo."

The film Emperor Zhou Ziquan Aite Han Mo, accompanied by a picture of Han Mo singing on the stage, "thank you for your" boasting ", singing our helplessness."

After the appearance of the two big V's, netizens followed the crowd and posted various messages. Other stars also praised and reprinted the words of the film emperor. Everyone said that Han Mo's "pompous" sang the brilliance in front of them and the loneliness behind them.

"Boast" expresses not only the entertainment circle, but also all walks of life. No matter what they are doing, people will always see the top and most brilliant people. However, most of the other groups at the bottom struggle for survival, but the top must be happy. In fact, they may not be.

When Han Mo sang this song, the true and false voice conversion was very good, and the range was always very high. It was slightly different from his previous singing method. Han Mo used some skills this time. The song was close to the end, and the lights and the audience cooperated with Han Mo's singing and shouting.

"Don't you have to boast? I've struggled in my heart. When I work hard, does anyone see it? Does anyone know it? When I sing, my thoughts melt and my voice is hoarse. It's good to say that I'm possessed or crazy, if I can't use it. What are you, singing player... "

"Look, I'm shining for you. It's not to your taste. Please accept it. I'll spark for you next moment, ah..."

Struggling whether it is necessary to boast, silently trying but not being seen and recognized by others, singing until my thoughts melt and my voice is hoarse. Singing is my destiny. I have to keep going. That's it. Regardless of other people's views, whether I'm possessed or crazy, I must sing to the end. This is my way, the way I choose myself, If you don't play incisively and vividly, you can't be a singing player.

It doesn't matter whether it suits your appetite or not. This is my stage, this is my song, and I will have the most brilliant brilliance in the next moment.

Han Mo's songs seem to be shaping a struggling but helpless person who sees through all kinds of reality, but finally maintains a full heart. He is a noble childe at the spiritual level. This is himself, a singer with a soul.

With the last roar through the sky, the perfect image in the singer's heart has been fully displayed in the music. Don't exaggerate, don't struggle, do what you want to do, sing what you want to sing, and become what you want to be.

Han Mo's high voice continued, and the audience stood up. The staff who were originally responsible for maintaining order were also attracted by the song and did not care to let the audience sit down.

For a time, everyone was clapping their hands.

Leijia stood up.

Shuya stood up.

Zhai Xu couldn't help standing up.

Like shouting out his last breath of strength, Han Mo was relieved and relieved from his singing. He used his singing to guide people. He was not a pretentious little man, but a singer with rich spirit.

The two versions of boast express the opposite breath. The Cantonese version is about inner struggle, pain and complaint. It is only superficial boast, but it is the inner monologue of a small person. But the Mandarin version is written not to boast, is blood, is free and easy, is to put down, is to let go. So Han Mo prefers this version.

The sound penetrated the air and gradually disappeared, as if it remained in the clouds and pierced the earth.

Han Mo stood on the stage and applauded for a long time. Han Mo's songs touched their hearts again. Boasting can express all walks of life. Everyone plays a different role in his own circle.

Meng Si put his hands around his chest and said with a smile, "this boy always surprises people. It's a blind worry to be nervous for him."

The voice fell, and the little Pang standing behind didn't answer. If it had been before, Pang Xie would have danced forward. Today, he didn't dare to go to the front because he was afraid that Mengsi would have to give him a cold kick in the back like last time.

Meng Si turned his head strangely and glanced behind him.

Xiao Pang was still clapping his hands hard. He didn't hear what Meng Si said at all. Han Mo's song was so shocking, and today's singing was completely different from before. Pang Xie was surprised and began to suppress his emotions. Finally, he couldn't help bursting out.

Han Mo had bowed and was ready to walk down the stage. Pang Xie's applause still didn't stop. He looked at Han Mo's figure and clapped his hands.

Meng Si stepped back two steps, raised his leg horizontally and gave pangxie a foot, "don't shoot, everyone is down."

At this time, Pang Xie reacted. He rushed in the direction of North Korea, South Korea and Mexico and shouted excitedly, "brother Han, brother Han."

Meng Si looked at Xiao Pang's back and shook his head helplessly.

In front of the TV, Xuanxuan is watching her father's performance with her grandparents. She doesn't know the lyrics or singing skills, but she knows that her father is the best. Everyone applauds her father. His father is the greatest.

Han Jun chuckled, "hum, it's still like that. It's a bit of my style."

Chen Yuehong rolled her eyes. "Don't put gold on your face. My son is much more handsome than you."

"How to talk? I was handsome when I was young." Han Jun said unconvinced.

Xuanxuan jumped and jumped in front of the TV and shouted, "Dad, Dad, this is my father."