"When will the little girl come on stage?"

"After such a big scene, the little girl won't be stage frightened, right?"

"I'll wait for the little girl to sing tonight!"

"If you don't sound good, please get it closed!"

"It's just a gimmick, so it's recommended not to expect too much!"

“…”

More than two hours later, only a very small number of performers did not take the stage.

Diao Yueling took a deep breath at this time, made up her decision, and said to Uncle Mo: "Let's go up!"

"good!"

Yu Hai and the others accompanied them to the bottom of the fountain and watched them climb up the stairs.

The little girl walked up step by step, her steps slowly and firmly, and her fingers under her sleeves tightly tugged at a corner of her sleeve, exerting extreme force.

When she stood on the tiles of the fountain, she gasped for a few breaths before she quickly walked to the microphone to stand still.

The microphone was slightly taller for her, so she had to raise her hand and adjust it.

However, I was too nervous and my fingers were stiff. I fiddled with them for a long time before I could barely get there.

"I...my name is Diao Yueling!" The girl looked at the person who was looking at her in the audience, and felt her heart jumping out of her throat.

She swallowed, her hands woven together, and her knuckles turned white: "I...the song I'm going to sing today is called Scarborough Market..."

Speaking of this, she let out a long breath. However, she did not expect that such a sound was amplified by the microphone and spread throughout the audience.

Someone subconsciously smiled, but stopped immediately. At this moment, all the audience could see the girl's nervousness.

Several bands who had not left after singing before stood on the steps under the fountain to watch their peers perform.

At this moment, seeing such a little girl so nervous, an older person shouted: "Come on!"

Then more and more people echoed: "You can do it!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"Calm down!"

“…”

The shouts became louder and louder, which made Diao Yueling on the stage feel a little disbelief.

For some reason, her eyes suddenly became a little wet.

After a while, the audience's voice gradually became weaker, and Diao Yueling whispered: "Thank you!" Then she turned around and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

The audience watched her like this, but did not make a fuss. They just watched her quietly and waited for her to adjust!

Diao Yueling felt a little relaxed, and she immediately nodded to Uncle Mo next to her.

The next second, the gentle and soothing guitar sound slowly flowed out in his hands.

Diao Yueling leaned closer to the microphone in front of her, took a deep breath, and then opened her mouth: "Are you going to Scarborough Market?"

The distant, ethereal, and clear female voices slowly floated over the pedestrian street.

It was like a trickle of water drilling into everyone's ears.

So nice!!!

This is the first thought in everyone's mind.

At this moment, the whole audience was silent.

Whether it is the people surrounding the fountain stage or the crowd who are walking through the big screen on the street and hearing the song.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise and couldn't react.

Everyone stared blankly at this singer who looked very nervous and at a loss just now, like a country girl who accidentally entered the stage.

At this moment, I just felt that I must have had an illusion just now.

This is not a small village girl from the countryside, this is obviously a fairy who fell into the world?

Don't have too strong contrast!

“There are parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme”

"Greetings to a girl there on my behalf"

"She used to be my lover"

It seemed that in order to avoid disturbing the singers below, the audience even breathed lighter.

They felt that hearing this song was like seeing a holy feather, swirling, slowly falling from heaven and earth.

Bringing baptism and redemption.

My heart was numb and I had goose bumps all over my body.

How could it sound so nice?

How could there be such a good song?

The girl on the stage closed her eyes slightly, and her heartbeat had completely calmed down and she devoted herself to the singing of the song.

"Please make me a linen dress."

"No sewing or needlework"

"She will be my true lover"

The song drifted away with the wind, like the fragrance of flowers of hyacinths, with a hint of melancholy and sadness, attracting more and more people to gather in the center of the pedestrian street.

The poetic tunes and the elegant female voices create a clean and ethereal atmosphere for all the audience.

Chen Fan, a folk singer sitting on the steps below the fountain, listened to the girl's singing with an intoxicated face, and felt that his body and mind were baptized from the inside out.

Compared with most people who come here, Chen Fan is already well-known in the folk song circle.

But he has always been focusing on making his own music and is unwilling to be swept away by the market, so he does not sign a contract with a company, has no resources to promote, and is not recognized by most people.

But people who know Chen Fan say he is very talented.

At this time, the talented Chen Fan just wanted to tell those people that if you stand here tonight and hear this song, you will definitely have a new understanding of the word talent.
Chapter completed!