Inside the auditorium

As time passed, the concert gradually began.

The staff were busy, and Wilson came again in the backstage.

"Su, I can prepare later."

The singers who can get here don’t need to talk about the process or something.

"Uh-huh."

Nodding, Sumu also stood up and, under the leadership of the staff, came to the entrance of the stage.

While Sumu was preparing, in the rest room on the other side, Lip looked at Sumu's back and couldn't help but sneer.

The stage lights gradually dimmed at this moment, and the next moment, the prelude of the melody sounded.

A clear and relaxed melody slowly rang out.

Under the stage lights, Su Mu's figure slowly walked from the bottom of the stage.

The soft light hit Sumu, and in the center of the stage, a slightly old acoustic guitar was placed.

Su Mu walked slowly, bowed, sat down, and picked up the guitar.

When the lights came, Su Mu's eyes suddenly changed, with a little more seriousness and depth.

Under the stage, everyone was silent for a moment.

On the platform, major media reporters gathered here at this moment, and the Chinese reporters rushed over and listened with their breath.

The next moment, Su Mu lowered his head halfway, gently pressed the guitar in his hand, and sang slowly in his mouth in conjunction with the melody.

“If    you   miss   the   train   I'm   on”

“You      know        I   am     gone”

“You    can    hear    the    whistle    blow    a    hundred    miles”

Singing slowly, the song of reminiscence floated on the stage, the crisp and elegant melody, combined with the sound of Sumu Athens at this moment, made many people on the stage stunned for a moment.

The media reporters on the high platform were even more shocked.

This style seems to be a folk song.

But how could this be a folk song?

“A    hundred    miles,    a    hundred    miles”

“A    hundred    miles,    a    hundred    miles”

“You    can    hear    the    whistle    blow    a    hundred    miles”

But when the following songs rang, countless media reporters who were surprised and unwilling to believe were completely stunned.

It's really folk style!

Under the stage, many people were already in shock and widened their eyes and covered their mouths.

Such a melody and such a singing voice are like a folk song of nature.

For a moment, everyone's hearts were captured.

When many people look at Su Mu on the stage, they only feel a little weird.

How can a Chinese singer create such folk songs?

“Lord    I'm    one,   lord    I'm    two”

Under the stage, everyone was still amazed, and on the stage, Su Mu slowly raised his head, with deep remembrance in his eyes.

He slowly pressed the guitar in his hand and sang affectionately.

“lord    I'm    three,   lord      four”

“Lord   I'm   five     hundred    miles    away   from     home”

Speak softly, the singing drifted, and the people who were amazed in the audience fell silent at this moment.

One by one, they looked at the stage, as if the wanderer was homesick, immersed in the singing.

“Away   from    home,Away   from    home”

“Away   from    home,   Away   from    home”

“Lord   I'm   five     hundred    miles    away   from     home”

On the platform, reporters from China, their assistants and others, listened to the song and were immersed in the song, and their eyes couldn't help but turn red.

The corners of the eyes were wet, and the eyeballs were spinning in the eyes.

Yes, they have been away from their motherland for too long and far away.

Five hundred miles, the actual distance is far further than this one.

At this moment, immersed in the singing, the five flavors in my heart became mixed, and tears fell down in a drift of competing.

“Not   a    shirt   on    my     back”

“Not   a     penny      my    name”

“Lord    I   can't   go   bae   this  a-way”

The singing echoed, and in the huge stage, there was no more noise except for the slight sob.

Under the stage, the many people who were originally amazed at Sumu were now immersed in it with the melody.

His eyes were red and his eyes were moist. Many people covered the corners of their mouths and were crying and choking.

Looking at Su Mu on the stage again, it seemed to become hazy.

A lost young man who struggles for his dream of life is telling his homesickness.

Under the slow melody, many people think of themselves.

I have been away from my hometown for too long and live in the bustling traffic of big cities.

It has been too long since they returned to the road to their hometown leisurely and smelled the breath of their hometown.

“This   a-way,    this   a-way”

“This   a-way,    this   a-way”

“Lord    I   can't   go   bae   this  a-way”

As he pressed the guitar, Sumu's singing slowly became deeper, and his eyes also became slightly rosy.

The melody echoed in my ears, and Su Mu was immersed in the singing, singing little by little.

Behind the stage, Wilson, the person in charge, listened to the melody, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"Su, you are such a magical person."

Wiping the tears, Wilson looked at Sumu and sighed.

He has been busy with work for too long and has not returned to the farm in his hometown for a long time.

At this moment, under Sumu's song, Wilson decided to end the concert and go back once.

Zhang Ying, who was standing beside her, had already been crying at this moment. She looked at Su Mu silently, her eyes full of obsession.

At the same time, on the live broadcast of the concert, when the melody sounded.

Countless netizens were stunned.

The graceful and relaxed melody echoed, and Sumu pressed the guitar under the light.

It's like a wanderer who has been out for a long time telling his own story.

Domestic netizens burst into tears in an instant.

"This melody, it's so beautiful."

"I will never want to listen to Sumu's songs again. As I listened, I cried."

"I'm crying, I don't want to do it anymore. I want to go home now."

"Mad, I resigned. I will buy a ticket now and drive back."

"Haha, the upstairs will be willful, Mad, I miss home, too, I'm quit."

"Some people left as they listened to the song, and some people started to play the songs as they walked."

“…………”

Immersed in the singing, many netizens' inner weaknesses were instantly touched.

Tears couldn't stop falling, and some people even quit their jobs and went back now.

Many foreign netizens were stunned for a moment when they listened to the melody and singing of the folk song.

When I came to my senses and listened carefully, I immediately became immersed in it.

The strong folk style is very intoxicating.
To be continued...