Chapter 172 Who wrote it?

Author: Meow and Aow

Chapter 172 Who wrote it?

How can your own work compare with this song "Scarborough Fair"?

What kind of composer and what kind of experience can he write such an unparalleled work?

Chen Fan felt that he would never be able to write it in his lifetime.

Moreover, the lyrics of this song are really very meaningful!

"Tell her to pick a piece of land for me,"

"There's parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme"

“Right between the water and the coast”

"She will be my true love"

"..."

Diao Yueling sang twice in total. During this process, the audience did not make the slightest sound.

The distant and elegant singing sounds seem to be coming quietly from all directions, and the pure sound line has almost no trace of dust or prosperity.

Everyone just stood there quietly, without saying a word, staring at the little girl singing on the stage, with an intoxicated look on their face.

The audience of Huang Xingdi's live broadcast room continued to increase as the little girl came on stage, 150,000, 200,000, 250,000...

By the time a song ended, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room had reached more than 300,000.

This made Huang Yu, who had just recovered from the song, stunned!

I go!

Is the live streaming platform out of order?

How could such a small live broadcast room have so many people watching it!

She rubbed her eyes and realized that she had read it right. The barrage of bubbles like boiling water overwhelmed her:

"The sound of nature!"

"Who else!!!"

“My little sister’s voice is so beautiful!”

"At this moment, I just want to know who the composer is!!!"

"Why do I feel like crying when I listen to it?"

"I've fallen and I can't extricate myself!"

"Do you need a boyfriend, young lady?"

"Everyone, draw your swords!"

"..."

After a few minutes of eerie silence on Xincheng's most famous pedestrian street, a burst of thunderous applause suddenly erupted.

Not only under the fountain stage, but also in front of several large screens on the streets, the audience could not help but give admiration to the little girl who was bowing after finishing the song.

It seems to work pretty well.

The girl let out a long sigh of relief. She had tried her best and resigned herself to fate.

She couldn't help but look down the stage, and when she saw Yu Hai applauding on one side, she couldn't help but smile with joy.

Yu Hai was quite satisfied with the girl's performance.

She performed very well today, perfectly utilizing her voice advantage, and the effect has met Yu Hai's expectations.

Regardless of the outcome of their bet, the girl's future will definitely be good.

At this time, the girl who had relieved a heavy burden bowed to the audience again to thank her, and then prepared to leave the stage with Uncle Mo.

Unexpectedly, before she turned around, someone in the audience shouted: "One more song!"

Then more and more people shouted: "One more song!"

The gradually increasing sound was like a rolling torrent, leaving the girl standing there at a loss, not knowing whether she should leave directly or sing another song.

She looked at Uncle Mo asking for help.

The other party has never encountered such a scene. He is just the owner of a musical instrument store. Today is his first time on the stage with such a large audience.

Thinking that her other songs were not as effective as the Scarborough Fair song, the girl felt that she should leave the stage as soon as possible in order not to cause a huge sense of disparity to the audience.

After making her decision, she hurriedly said sorry into the phone and prepared to turn around and walk down the steps.

"Please wait!"

The male voice from the side of the stage stopped her again.

Seeing this, the audience's voices gradually became quiet.

The girl turned her head and looked over and saw that a young man sitting on the steps below the stage with a guitar stood up.

It was none other than folk singer Chen Fan who had performed before.

She looked over with doubt on her face.

I saw Chen Fan quickly walking onto the stage, holding a microphone, and said to the audience: "The little girl may be too tired today, let's not embarrass her!"

The audience could only sigh in disappointment, but they did not shout for an encore.

Diao Yueling quickly thanked the young man in a low voice, but Chen Fan waved his hand and said: "However, your song tonight really shocked us. I think the composer of this piece must not be an ordinary person, and he should not be

I’m unknown, can you tell everyone who the author of this song is?”

Diao Yueling was stunned. She looked at the microphone handed to her and didn't know how to answer. She subconsciously looked down the stage to look for Yu Hai's figure and found that he didn't make any movements. She didn't know what she should say. It took a long time.

Na said: "I don't know."

"What?"

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment: "You don't know? How did you get that song?"

Diao Yueling said honestly: "The composer wrote it to me on the spot, but I don't know who he is!"

"How is that possible?" Chen Fan cried out in surprise: "You have met him before, but you don't know his identity?"

"He's wearing a mask..." the girl stopped before she could finish her sentence. She was afraid that the mysterious composer didn't want people to find him here, but she was still too young after all and couldn't hold back when she said this.

Turn your attention to the sea again.

Seeing the girl stop talking, the young man followed her line of sight and saw a young man wearing a mask standing there. Thinking of the girl's words, he immediately blurted out and asked: "Is this gentleman the "Scarborough Fair"

author?"

Diao Yueling was stunned, not knowing whether she should deny or admit it.

And Chen Fan already got the answer from her reaction.

He was a little embarrassed for a moment. This gentleman was wearing a mask and obviously didn't want to show up. It was really not good to point him out directly.

However, at this time, all the audience members followed the content of their words and paid attention to Yu Hai.

"Who is this? It's so mysterious?"

"Wearing a mask, could he be some kind of big star?"

"You are so funny, a celebrity would come to such an occasion."

"Yes, but to be able to write such a song, one must have great composing skills!"

"..."

Seeing that everyone was discussing more and more enthusiastically, Chen Fan could only quickly ask in a remedial manner: "Is this gentleman willing to tell you your identity?"

Yu Hai, who was standing at the bottom of the stage, looked at the two people in the audience, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

Sending Buddha to the West, since I have decided to help this little girl enter the music scene, I might as well give her another ride.

Chen Fan was overjoyed and hurriedly said to the audience: "Let's invite the author of "Scarborough Fair" to appear!"

The audience applauded subconsciously and walked toward the stage along the path everyone left by the seaside.

His figure was slender, his back straight, and he walked step by step towards the stage. It seemed as if an invisible light moved with his figure, making the audience behind him suddenly start to look forward to it unconsciously.

Yu Hai walked to the stage, came to the microphone, faced the audience, and then slowly took off his mask in everyone's sight: "Hello everyone! I am Whale Luo!"

His handsome face shines brightly under the light, possessing the charm of making people fall in love at first sight and the magic power of one glance for thousands of years.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then:

"ah!!!"

"Oh my god!!!"

"It's Whale Falls!!!"
To be continued...