Chapter 857

The headache became more and more severe. Mr. Le's body was shaking uncontrollably.

In front of the TV screen.

Nana sat there stupidly, even she didn't feel it. When did tears fall from the corner of her eyes.

In the song, there are endless thoughts, powerful impacts on her soul and soul again and again.

The memory seemed to be reviving as well, and the headache also came. However, the singing figure in front of her was still emerging in her mind. What she saw was a touch of gold, a touch of indomitable gold.

Subconsciously, she clenched her fists. Her body was shaking, too.

"Take me, take me, take me..."

It's like crying and telling, and it's a hundred turns.

LAN Xuanyu and Bai XiuXiu listen to the same dull eyes, tears also rush out of Bai XiuXiu's beautiful eyes, she suddenly feel that the man in the screen is so familiar, and all kinds of forgotten, seem more and more clear.

A "read" is long over. Time is spent in a minute and a second, but tens of thousands of audience, but no one urged. Everyone's soul is shaking, and everyone's deepest yearning for their loved ones is completely brought out at this moment.

Ten minutes, ten full minutes. These ten minutes later became known as the most crying ten minutes in the history of the Douluo Federation.

Young master Le's body trembled and stopped gradually. His figure on the high platform shook slightly. When he opened his eyes again, there were still tears in those blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." He bowed slightly.

It was not until this moment that the audience woke up from their deep thoughts.

In an instant, all the audience stood up spontaneously, a voice, echoing throughout the audience, echoing across the Federation.

"Take me away --, take me away --, take me away --"

the voice of the mountain and tsunami is full of choking and crying, full of thoughts of the deceased family.

There is no doubt that the concert exploded to every corner of the Federation, and the reputation of the young musician will certainly rise to an unprecedented height.

Only this song, the title of his soul singing God, can no longer be shaken or even surpassed.

The cheering lasted for five minutes, until the tears in the eyes of Mr. Le finally stopped flowing, he raised his hand and gently made the action of virtual pressing.

The audience was quiet, but no one sat down. They all stood and looked up to the God of songs in their hearts.

"We miss our family members, but we need to protect the most loved ones around us." Said the young master of music.

"Guard time to guard you! Guard time guard you! Guard time guard you! "

The cheers of the mountain and tsunami rang out again, because they all knew what song yuegongzi would sing next.

When the music started, all the cheers stopped suddenly. Everyone's eyes were full of enthusiasm and looked at him on the stage.

Young master Le's voice sounded softly:

"looking at the time, looking at your heart. The time flicks the finger, says the endless thought to leave the sorrow

"Hope in time often comes from carelessness. Perhaps that moment's glance, lets the human heart live to sway

"That's the familiarity of time, the call of inexplicable. It leads me to look for hope. "

"Hope comes, but a little fear, want to touch, but fear to die."

"The coming of hope brings happiness and the future. In the blink of time, hope will be energized. "

"My hope is coming, maybe I don't need to be lost any more. But I dare not touch it for fear of the destruction of hope. "

"Hope in time! Please accompany me, do not leave me, even if it would rather never really open it. "

"Hope in time! Please tell me, why on earth are you? Why does that familiarity seem to come from ancient times? "

His eyes have never been firmer than before. If he didn't know who he wanted to guard when he sang this song before, now he seems to be completely clear. Every lyric seems to slow down, at least to the fans. However, the sadness in their hearts caused by their previous thoughts is gradually disappearing. Instead, they are as firm as the happy childe.

Guard time, guard the people who are still around after time, guard their relatives, love and all that they should guard.

This song is about time. The whole song has no words of guarding. But in that song, it is full of hope and longing for time.

Why guard the time? Because guard the person in the time.

The sadness gradually goes away, the only thing left is the warmth in the heart.

The lovers in the song unconsciously hug each other, the mother hugs the child, and everyone tries to hug the most important one.If "Nian" is full of sadness of missing, then this song "guarding time and protecting you" is full of love for time.

One inch of time, one inch of gold, cherish time, cherish the present, cherish everyone around.

LAN Xuanyu did not know when Bai XiuXiu had been pulled into his arms, and the pillow between them was in Bai XiuXiu's arms.

Maybe, only in Nana's ear, the feeling of this song is different. Because, in that singing time call, full of tremble and tension.

He's afraid. He's afraid to touch hope. Is it the hope that he is guarding, or the timidity in his heart?

"Guard time to guard you. When you find the one you really want to guard, please guard her well." Yuegongzi's voice was a little hoarse. Two songs passed, but it seemed to him that he had exhausted his strength.

He made a deep bow to the audience, and the platform slowly fell down to the original stage height.

"Guard time to guard you, guard time to guard you, guard time to guard you!"

The cheers were so neat and the fans were so enthusiastic that the temperature of the whole venue seemed to be soaring.

It's different. Today, the songs sung by young master Yue are different. For the first time, they feel that young master Yue's songs seem to have an end and a peak. Yes, this may be his peak! He is singing with all his emotions, which is the real soul singing God!

The ups and downs of emotions make every audience seem to feel the impulse of inner collision, missing and guarding. Which song will he continue to sing next?

Young master Le went to the front of the stage and bowed deeply to the audience.

This action makes everyone a little bit stunned. In their mind, their singing God is always in a light and indifferent manner, as if nothing can really make him care.

Today, however, he seems to be a little different, just as his singing is also different.

Standing up straight again, Mr. Le said: "first of all, I want to say sorry to you. For my reason, you have been waiting for a week. Then, I have to say sorry again, because today I really only have the strength to sing three songs. So, the next song will be the last one today, and also a new one I wrote. I hope you like it. "

Three songs? Only three songs?

Even if it's the concert of Le Gongzi, it's extremely rare! He's only going to sing three songs today?

However, none of the fans raised any questions, especially the fans on the spot. The two songs just touched their hearts so strongly that even if they were only one of them, they would have a long and long aftertaste.

Sometimes, quantity really doesn't matter. What matters is the collision of the mind.

What's more, Mr. Yue will sing a new song next. In the end, that must be more than the first two songs! What kind of shock would it be?

With memories in Tang Le's eyes, he murmured: "seeing her seems to make me have a memory. It is the collision of the soul, and it seems to be the call of life. She seems to be the one I miss, more like the one I want to protect. But my memory is still not clear, I can't recall everything, I only know that she is very important, really very important. So I wrote this song, to memory, also to memory, hoping that one day, I can recall her appearance when we first met. "

"If life is just like the first time I saw it, I will give it to you."

(I still remember clearly that the poem I particularly liked at the beginning, if life is just like the first time, what's autumn wind painting fan. Later, I thought the poem was too sad. Let's use this poem as the title of the song that the young master of music wrote for Nana. I want to stop here, where they remember each other and miss each other. My wife died more than a year ago, and I wrote that poem "Nian" to her. May she be safe in heaven.)