The beginning was divorced, and a song became popular all over the Internet

Chapter 387

There is a story embedded in every song, as he said, I sing whatever you want, you listen to whatever you want, there may be my story, or your story.

The songs are different, the stories are different, and everyone's mood after listening to it is different. The only thing in common is that it can always resonate with people, and it can always make people feel spiritual and peaceful, and their souls are baptized.

Each song is so amazing and touching, you can hear the pregnancy in your ears.

Shocked!

stunned!

Just don't be too exciting!

too crazy!

The hearts of the fans have changed from "Don't stop singing" to "Can Su Zhe continue to sing?"

"Zebra Zebra."

Take a sip of beer, announce the title of the song, and then sing, without a word of nonsense.

"Zebra Zebra,
Don't you fall asleep,
Show me your wounded tail again,
I don't want to touch the scars of your wounds,
I just want to lift your hair,
zebra zebra,

you returned to your home,
But I wasted my cold years,

No door in your city opens for me,
I have to go back to the road after all,
"

Damn, I can really continue singing!

I can only secretly wonder how many songs Su Zhe has written, he is a pervert.

Why is there such a monster in this world?

Worship, throw yourself to the ground!
Of course you still have to sing, or you don’t sing, if you can’t sing, you doubt life, then I’ve lost!

If you say it will shake the folk music circle, then you must do what you say!

Take another sip of beer, it seems to be a little bit over the top,
"Please tell me how to forget,

We were born alone,

We are born alone,

no matter what you have,
We were born alone,

let me look at you again,
starry sky and night,
Westward and whirling birds,

"

The scene was very quiet, only Su Zhe's singer was floating, no one dared to make even a little noise, and no one would do it deliberately, not because they were afraid of being beaten, but because everyone was already in a state of intoxication.

The Internet has been boiling, and on Weibo, fans have rioted!

"Come on, another song!"

"Zebra, Zebra, go to sleep, I'm already crying!"

"Mr. Van Gogh, we are born alone, and our hearts are broken to hear that, and the banks of tears have burst."

"There's no alcohol in Su Zhe's songs, I'm already drunk like a dog!"

"Ahhhhhh, I'm envious of the people who died at the scene, I'm going crazy, my sister is going to fly to Lishi now!"

"Is there any more, the spies in front should report the situation quickly!"

"Yes, the latest "Birch Forest" has been uploaded, another masterpiece, Su Zhe is already in a state of madness, and he can't stop at all, my God!"

Another new one, excited to click on the video,

"Silent village with white snow,
Pigeons fly under the cloudy sky,

The birch trees are carved with those two names,
They swore to love each other for the rest of their lives,
One day the fire of war came to my hometown,

The young man took the gun and went to the frontier,

"

In an instant, I was attracted by the holy atmosphere in the song.

Bravery and loyalty, life and death, Su Zhe's soft singing, that poignant love story.

When I sang to the emotional part, I improvised a dolphin sound instead of the lyrics, it was so beautiful!
Those folk singers in the folk music bar finally arrived at the scene, but they could only listen to Su Che's singing from far away, and it was impossible to see Su Che's people, because there were too many people .

Looking at the video on Weibo, the glamorous proprietress is very photogenic, sitting in the front row, and the little girl who ran away in the bar just now, oh, it's Miss Meow now.

It turned out that the man in the mask Dong Jie was wearing was Su Zhe!

Elder Sister Dong's lazy voice echoed in her ears again.

"The singer is a singer, but I'm pretty sure he's not in your circle."

Suddenly realized, the implication is that he is not at the same level and realm as you at all, and you are far behind him!

His face was flushed and his ears were burning.

And over there, just coughing lightly, the expression of distressed expression of the audience, how many songs have been, I really can't count it!

Su Zhe wanted to take another sip of the wine, but the jar seemed to be empty, so he squeezed it and threw it on the ground. With the sound of jingling, the ground was already full of empty jars.

Su Zhe looked really drunk, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"I still have stories, do you still have wine?"

Can you say no?
The fans next to him quickly handed over another can.

The beautiful proprietress stepped forward and stopped him.

"You drank too much, why don't you end up here today?"

"Not much, seven points at most."

Su Zhe smiled, snatched the beer from her hand,

"Hey, go and sit over there."

"Ok."

Very nice.

After taking a sip to moisten his throat, he smiled and pointed to the glamorous proprietress,
"The next song will be given to Miss Dong."

Then he played the guitar again.

"Miss Dong,

You never forget your smile,
Even if you are like me,
longing to grow old,
Miss Dong,
You are beautiful when the corners of your mouth are down,
Just like under the Anhe Bridge,

Clear water,

Miss Dong,
I am also a complex animal,
A word on my lips carried me through my heart but I kept repeating it,
Miss Dong,
The night time of the Drum Tower is rushing,
Strangers, please give me a Lanzhou. "

"Hey, is there Lanzhou?"

Su Zhe stopped and looked at her with a smile.

In an instant, Sister Dong's eyes were filled with crystal clear tears, she took out the bag of Lanzhou, shook out one, put it on her slightly trembling lips, and handed it to him.

Then just stared at him blankly, took a deep breath, exhaled, extinguished the cigarette, and continued to sing, so handsome and charming.

Falling in love with a wild horse, but there is no grassland at home, the slightly hoarse voice is telling myself to get angry!

"Barberry Barberry"

In the end, there was a dream-like murmur and soft hum, which was so beautiful.

Maybe others thought it was just Su Zhe humming softly impromptu.

But she knew that it was not just humming casually, but a lullaby, a lullaby of the Xibo people.

"Wow!"

The hot tears couldn't be stopped any longer, and rushed out of the eyes like a flood that broke a dike.

Laughing and weeping, I also hummed along with him,
"babelibabelibabe"

"hajinioinioibabeli"

I was fascinated by it.

The song is a combination of bits and pieces of pictures, this Ms. Dong, that female classmate with a story, every gesture, frown and smile, every word exudes her unique atmosphere and charm.

Isn't that kind of faint, unknown emotion especially the artistic conception that lonely and melancholy young artists love and pursue?
What Su Zhe sang was Miss Dong, but everyone felt that he was singing about himself.

This is the greatest charm of folk songs.

Music is more subjective than words. If you think it sounds good, the story in the song is like your own personal experience.

The leaders of the place where the square is located finally arrived. They took a look at the vast ocean of crowds, completely stupefied, and then couldn't help sighing, Oh my God!

How strong is his appeal among the masses?

How high is he in the music world?
I don't know, I can't tell.

If you have to find a word to describe it, you can only think of three words, phenomenal.

(End of this chapter)