"It's Qin Ze!"

"The mysterious guest turned out to be him. He should have thought of it long ago."

"Qin Ze is not a professional singer. Can he sing at the concert? In case of out of tune, it's really late."

"Is he going to sing pompous? Is it OK? Don't sully my favorite song."

The audience whispered, which was a little difficult to accept. Qin Ze's popularity comes from the two titles of "quick shooter" and "God of stocks". For singing, in addition to dolphin sound, when the live show was on, the sentence "what's the use of this iron bar for me" surprised hundreds of thousands of viewers.

By the way, this sentence quickly became popular on the Internet, and netizens often joked: what's the use of this iron bar for me? Cut it!

Qin Ze closed his eyes and felt the accompaniment gradually come to an end. In my mind, the past years are surging.

In childhood, my greatest wish was to become a promising child in the eyes of my father and surpass my sister.

When I was a teenager, my biggest wish was to catch up with my sister, rather than simply being a foil.

In my youth, I just hope my sister can marry later. Don't deceive the young man that he is poor. You must wait for me. Maybe when I turn over, I will turn over.

I won't eat salted fish all my life.

At the end of the accompaniment, Qin Ze held the microphone:

"If someone asks me, I will say,"

"But no one came."

"I'm looking forward to having to say something."

"Cannot get mount."

Unfortunately, no one asked me, no one paid attention to me. I have been mediocre for 23 years. How can mediocre people get everyone's attention.

He took a step forward and looked at the dark audience. His throat vomited bitterness and unwillingness:

"My mood is like a bottle cap being uncovered."

"The mouth is growing moss"

"The quieter the crowd, the more it becomes ignored."

"I want to make an accident myself."

"It's like singing suddenly, and everywhere is like opening four sides."

......

The audience was dumbfounded.

This song... Sounds completely different.

The emotion contained in the song is different from any version I have heard before.

I feel that I am endowed with soul in the song.

Qin Ze's voice:

"You think I'm exaggerating, just because I'm afraid."

"Is it noticed if it looks like wood or stone?"

"In fact, I'm afraid I'll be forgotten to enlarge it."

"I'm worried about how to be elegant. Does the world still praise silence."

"It's not enough to explode. How can there be a topic?"

"Let me boast and become a big entertainer."

The voice came here, not roaring, not roaring, but low, just like a small person's depressed heart.

The audience could not help but be silent. There was no applause or cheers. Listen quietly and listen to the song of a little man.

"The 18th alma mater dance that year."

"Stand like a minion."

"At that time, I swear with tears, everyone."

"You must see me..."

In my dream, I want to be the focus of everyone's eyes, and I hope that one day I can have a shocking performance in front of all the teachers and students at the school's new year's Day concert, and then I will be appreciated and concerned by the teachers and students, and I will receive the love letters secretly delivered by my sisters.

Unfortunately, the dazzling person will never be me.

"There are too many ordinary and ordinary roads in the world."

"Which one do you live in Wucun?"

"Too much neglect in love and work."

"Self esteem has fallen."

"Attention can cure hunger."

The old man's heart trembled fiercely, looking at his son who was in the spotlight on the stage, and he was sad for no reason. He remembered his complaints about his son's hatred of iron and steel over the years. When he disagreed, he took out a big magic weapon to teach his son a lesson. He feels that nothing can be accomplished without fighting. His son must be strict to fly high, otherwise he will be very delicate when he grows up.

But he seems to ignore his son's feelings. Compared with his praising daughter, he pays too little attention to his son.

The audience is sad and can't help recalling the bitter struggle history, or the present, which is still in a humble state, is not valued by leaders, is not favored by goddesses, and life is so difficult. It's really a song that sings the soul.

Qin Ze strode to the edge of the stage, and his voice exploded:

"You think I'm exaggerating, just because I'm afraid."

"Is it noticed if it looks like wood or stone?"

"In fact, I'm afraid I'll be forgotten to enlarge it."

"I'm uneasy about how to be elegant."

"Is silence still celebrated in the world?"

"It's not explosive enough. How can I boast about the topic?"

"Be a big entertainer."

.......

On the stage, Qin Ze glanced at the audience, looked at the special guest position, and saw his father's serious face. He suddenly had an impulse like a lump in his throat, and his father and son's eyes met in midair:

"You call me pompous."

"I'm not afraid to add a few boos."

"If I have a boring scene."

"Do you think the performance is hysterical enough?"

"Drench the flowers with tears."

"I just want to surprise you."

I just want to surprise you.

I just want to surprise you.

......

At this moment, the old man understood.

Qin Ma glanced at her husband beside her and saw tears flashing in the corners of his eyes. She was speechless for a while and thought, yo, the dead old man also has such a pretentious time.

As a red faced mother, she naturally did not understand the master's understanding, how painful the understanding, I ignored my son's feelings.

My way of education is really wrong.

Dad, my son is unfilial. I'll give you more incense this Qingming Festival.

"I don't seem to exist in the past."

"The heavy note code and green ribs also appear."

"I know if it exists now."

"Stare at me and stop looking at smallpox."

"I'm not your cup of tea."

"You can drink as much as you like."

"Don't forget someone is there, for you, Shengsha..."

Norda's venue, loud singing resounded through every corner. People who shine on the stage are wearing leather clothes and pants, and the laser powder at the corners of their eyes is shining. He bent slightly, hissing and growling.

There is no boastful action, only a heart rending cry.

Sing hoarse, sing crazy.

I vomited all the depression I had held in my heart for 20 years.

The song disappears and the accompaniment disappears.

After a few seconds of silence, the venue was fried.

Deafening cries followed, and the fluorescent rod danced wildly. The fanatical atmosphere and huge sound waves rushed into the night sky.

Outside the venue, reporters and staff, one by one sideways, sideways.

"Is it crazy inside?"

"It's coming outside. It doesn't feel like a sound. It's a tide. No, it's a tsunami."

"Isn't it too enthusiastic? Who is singing in it?"

"Come on, write down: shock! The concert audience can't help but wonder what happened."

At this time, cheers continued for a long time in the venue, and the voice of Qin Ze was faintly heard.

"Qin Ze..."

"Qin Ze!"

"Qin Ze! Qin Ze!"

One, two, ten, thousands of voices converge into two words: Qin Ze!

At this moment, Qin Ze detonated the whole audience again.

Backstage, Qin Baobao looked at this scene, proud and happy, looking at the figure on the stage.

At her side, Li Yanhong glanced at her and couldn't help recalling the scene when she started shooting "bloody battle on Shanghai stock market", wondering, does the baby have bad eyes recently? If you don't agree, you'll get confused.

Urge her to see the eye department another day.

Qin Baobao, who should see the eye department, whispered, "my brother is the best."

The lights went dark and the stage became pitch black.

In the dark, Prince Jin and Qin Ma talked loudly. Wang Zijin said, "ah Ze sings very well."

Qin Ma: "really, I feel OK, but it's too noisy."

Wang Zijin: "this is the way to sing this song."

Qin Ma: "I'm too old to appreciate your young people's music."

Wang Zijin: "how can it be? Look, uncle, tears are in your eyes."

Old man: "..."

This girl, what a big truth, I don't want face.

After a few minutes of continuous excitement, the audience's enthusiasm fell slightly, and then turned to discuss the last song. The finale of "pompous" was so amazing, so what song would it be?

"Qin Ze sings so well that I doubt whether Qin Baobao or Qin Ze's siblings are singers."

"In Qin Baobao's words: my brother is the best, nothing wrong."

"The last song, this concert is wonderful, I don't want it to end."

"The last song is a new song, look forward to it."

"Expect!"

Qin Ma curiously came up to Prince Jin's ear: "Zijin, what's the next song?"

Wang Zijin: "I don't know."

Qin Ma: "don't you know?"

Wang Zijin: "they didn't tell me. They were secretly mysterious. I only knew that they sang together."

Qin Ma laughed and said, "ouch, it's still a chorus. I remember when I was a child, their sister and brother also sang a song, which seemed to be called the Yellow River Chorus. After all these years, I still miss it. Don't you think so, old man?"

Qin Ma stands falg happily.

Before the old man answered, the stage lit up, not the lights, but the huge electronic screen behind the stage jumped out of the picture.

The whole venue was dark, with only large screens playing pictures, which felt like a movie theater.

This is the MV carefully shot by the sister and brother.