Chapter 459

Everyone has noticed that Cui Ziwen's score is very low. If compared with other children before, the score is still very high, and the children before also stay at the score of 8.0 to 8.4. Unless a few forget the lyrics or run away too obviously, there is little difference in everyone's score.

However, compared with the scores of more than 9 given by other judges, Cui Ziwen's score is somewhat low, and it is very low.

When Cui Ziwen's score was read out by the host, there was a whisper in the auditorium.

Cui Ziwen looked at his mother on the sideline. Cui's mother looked at the score and her eyes trembled slightly, but soon turned into a smile and crossed her eyes.

Everyone was only surprised by the lowest 8.5 points for a moment, and there was warm applause from the audience.

"Such a high score must be the champion."

"This year is still the first for jinlulu. It's unexpected and reasonable."

"The child's voice is still so good that he has sung several classic children's songs all over."

"With a good voice, parents are willing to spend money on training. They may have to take the road of vocal music in the future."

"But I always feel that Jin Lulu's singing is a little less cute."

"Oh, why should we be so cute? It's OK for our children to sell cute and cute in order to get a certificate of merit. They go for the city competition. Singing must be the first important thing."

The parents under the stage whispered and suddenly saw Xuanxuan waiting for hou to sing beside the stage.

"Another child didn't play."

"Isn't that Han Zhixuan, Han Mo's daughter."

"There may be a turn for the better. I haven't heard the child sing, but it's better than jinlulu. Maybe."

"I don't think so."

Because Jin Lulu's score is too high and she is the champion of last year, everyone thinks that the possibility of winning the last little guy is almost zero.

Jin Lulu stepped down. The host introduced the last contestant, Han Zhixuan.

"Don't be nervous. Just sing like at home." Han Mo rubbed the little guy's head and said softly.

The little guy nodded hard with a confident smile on his face, "Dad, don't worry, Xuanxuan won't be nervous." With that, the little guy walked to the stage with small steps.

Just now Cui Ziwen gave Jin Lulu a very low score, which was a little unexpected to the other three judges.

"Xiao Cui, the score is a little low. Lulu sings very well from a professional point of view. She can have a score of more than 9 points."

"Yes, Xiao Cui, fortunately, we all give the same score. We can still come up with an average score. It would be a pity if the child didn't get the first because of the score you gave."

Lao Liu and Jin Lan said respectively.

Cui Ziwen politely smiled with the two elders and said politely, "I'm not professional. I can't hear anything professional. I just feel that the child has less childlike innocence and shows off more skills. I don't think it's much better than the previous children, so I gave such a score, hee hee."

Lao Liu and Jin Lan knew that Cui Ziwen was not a professional musician. They just wanted to talk to her from a professional point of view. Wang Lei whispered, "the last child came on."

Lao Liu and Jin Lan looked at Xuanxuan on the stage together. In their eyes, the little guy looked sweet and lovely on the stage, with a aura in his temperament. He was young at first sight. With Jin Lulu as a reference, the little guy looked much shorter.

It's such a cute girl. In the eyes of the two children's song writers, it's impossible to sing better than Jin Lulu just now. However, the two teachers still want to give her a good score. Xuanxuan has a likable temperament.

Jin Lan looks at Lao Liu next to her. Lao Liu has started to score on his board.

The last child, Jin Lan, liked it in her heart. Like Lao Liu, she also picked up the pen in her hand.

After a brief self introduction, the music accompaniment sounded.

It's an accompaniment made by Han Mo for the little guy all night.

As soon as the accompaniment sounded, Lao Jin and Jin Lan were about to drop their pens, so they both wore reading glasses and looked up at Xuanxuan again.

"Is this your new song?" Lao Liu asked.

Jin Lan shook his head, "No."

They both frowned. They almost covered half of the popular children's songs. They didn't write others, but they always heard them. The prelude of this song sounds very strange.

Mengmeng's mother, who wanted to hear the prelude and know the song's name, is stunned now. Mengmeng likes singing since she was a child, so she has heard a lot of children's songs and can sing them. She has heard basically popular and unpopular children's songs. I don't say every capital can sing, but she can definitely know what song it is when she hears the prelude.

The prelude to this song, Mengmeng's mother can be sure she hasn't heard it.

She whispered to the little tiger mother beside her, "have you heard this song?"

"No, have you?"

"No."

Yueyan's mother also shook her head, saying she had never heard of it.

At the moment, everyone feels that this song is very strange. They seriously look at the little guy on the stage and wait for her to solve the mystery.

Xuanxuan is holding a microphone in her hand. For her, the microphone is a little big. It doesn't look like she can't hold it until she holds it together. The two cherry red lips open and close up and down, and the sound is full of flexible sound hovering above the whole auditorium through the air.

"You are good to me

I know in my heart

I'll learn this and that

I'm so busy

My troubles

Who knows

Too much and too much

Can't digest... "

Just after the first paragraph was sung, all the parents were stunned. I haven't heard this song at all. I haven't heard it. What about the lyrics... Like the children's protest against their parents?

Jin Lan can't sit still. Neither he nor Lao Liu wrote this song. Who wrote this song.

Wang Lei asked in surprise, "this song is great. Who wrote it? Why don't you promote it in advance? I haven't heard of it."

Lao Liu and Jin Lan looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Not you?" Wang Lei said in amazement.

"I checked on the Internet and there is no such song at all." Cui Ziwen said with his mobile phone.

"No?"

"No."

"Could it be that the other old guys wrote what they didn't promote and checked in the Copyright Association. Now it's difficult to spread the children's songs without promotion."

Cui Ziwen shook his head. "The Copyright Association doesn't have such a good children's song. It can definitely surpass the songs that have spread now. If there is one in the Copyright Association, it doesn't need to be promoted at all. You know how many parents suffer from not having good children's songs for their children."

Lao Liu and Jin Lan dodged. They really haven't produced good works for many years.

The sweet voice of the little guy in the air continues, and Xuanxuan, who is still a child's voice, can't hear it. The voice inherits the characteristics of her parents, but it is impeccable in terms of intonation and the feeling of children's singing.

In the past, the lyrics of children's songs were like childish nursery rhymes. The lyrics had no specific meaning, just rhyme, so when the children sang, the parents didn't listen to the lyrics carefully.

But this song is completely different. All parents are listening to the little guy carefully. Her song is what every child tells his parents.

"Dad, listen to me, mom, listen to me

I like playing with children

Bouncing

Dad, listen to me, mom, listen to me

I like working with you, too

Fight and make noise... "

Several lyrics repeat, constantly telling parents about the problems that children dare not say, but have been worried about.

With the end of the last lyrics, the lingering sound in the auditorium seemed to be floating in the ears. The parents under the stage were shocked by the song.

This song "listen to me, mom and Dad" makes all parents think of their children. Although this is only a song sung by Xuanxuan on the stage, it reflects the problems of almost every family.

Thunderous applause broke out at the venue.

After the applause, the parents were lost in thought.

Mother Xiaohu's mind circulates the simple lyrics sung by Xuanxuan just now. She can't help looking at her son next to her and gently touching Xiaohu's round head, "do you think so?"

Little tiger looked at his mother in fear and nodded.

Lao Liu and Jin Lan have different concerns from their parents. They want to know who wrote the song. The circle of children's songs is small. They all speculate in their hearts about the songwriter who can write the song.

"Children, where did you learn this song?" Jin Lan said with a smile.

"My father taught me this." The little guy answered the judges' questions with no restraint.

Jinlan smiled and narrowed her eyes. She didn't feel strange about the answer. After all, children's singing is basically taught by their parents. There's nothing wrong with this answer.

"Did dad learn it on the song website? Can you tell Grandpa? " Lao Liu also asked with a smile.

The little guy looked up and said, "I didn't learn it online."

"Did you see it on TV?" Some children's songs are often broadcast on TV, and it is also possible to learn from TV.

The little guy shook his head. "I didn't go to school on TV."

Lao Liu and Jin Lan looked at each other and thought to themselves that the child was only four years old. Maybe they didn't know where their father learned it.

While Lao Liu and Jin Lan were still wondering about the author of the song, the little guy's soft waxy voice sounded.

"This song was originally written by my father."

Lao Liu and Jin Lan were stunned.

Cui Ziwen also turned to look at Wang Lei.

Only Wang Lei smiled without any surprise.

He didn't expect that Xuanxuan would sing the original song, but when the child sang this song that no one had heard, Wang Lei knew everything.

Jin Lan, Lao Liu and Cui Ziwen looked at Wang Lei together.

Wang Lei smiled. "Her father is Han mo."

Han Zhixuan

Han mo

Time seemed to be at a standstill above the judges' table, and Lao Liu's eyes jerked hard.

Cui Ziwen quickly looked at the audience.

"Han, Han mo..."