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The thoughts of Song Mian, the master and the servant, Yun Xiang naturally do not know.

At the moment, she stood at the stage of the concert and looked at Xue Yu on the stage. His voice is very distinctive.

It can be tender like water, it can be the vicissitudes of time, and it can also boil blood.

Drums of War, Changhong runs through the bones

Broken mountains and rivers

Put a rouge on my daughter's tears

The cold wind blows in the desert

A dress with a glass of muddy wine

The three armies played against each other and laughed

Ask who the hero is

...

This "Ask a Hero" is a song written and composed by Xue Yu in a movie.

Opening the voice is the climax, from high to low, from passion to tenderness, to sing the blood and tenderness, and to sing the sorrow of the ancient warriors.

A sentence "Ask who is the hero" can really sing people with low tears.

Yun Xiang thought very much, she couldn't help singing along with Xue Yu's rhythm.

After unknowingly singing, the scene was silent, and sharp cries and shouts broke out immediately.

The concert reached its climax, and the next song was "Poetry of the Black Swan".

After Xue Yu and He Wei deliberately negotiated with all parties, they put this song at the best time.

At this time, the concert was ignited by "Ask Hero", which stimulated the fans' emotions.

"I'm singing alone, but I'm not addicted." Xue Yu's voice sounded on the stage, "I also specially invited a voice of nature to help me, do you all know who it is? Come, we shouted out loud her name!"

"Cloud think, cloud think, cloud think--"

A cry in the auditorium made Yun think about the inexplicable sense of joy expected by all.

"Okay, next, my sister and I will bring you a "Poetry of the Black Swan"."

During the cheers, screams, and applause, the lights on the stage completely disappeared. Yun Xiang thought about taking the stage at this time and posing at the designated location. The beautiful piano sounded first.

A beam of light struck Yun Xiangxiang. She wore a black ballet skirt and began to dance with Xue Yu's piano sound.

Her hands are soft, soothing, and stretched gracefully.

After doing an action of spreading his wings in the wind, Xue Yu's singing sounded:

Angel falling into the world

Who can see her dance

Flying over discrimination

Please read her gestures

Stage blood and tears soaked

...

Then Yun thought about a beautiful one-leg rotation, looking back, with a deep and stubborn face to the audience, and took the melody:

Angel with broken wings

Who remembers her name

Blooming youthful stubbornness

Please see her clearly

Embracing each other in black and white

...

Yun Xiang's singing started a lot of screams.

She put on a thicker stage makeup today. Her eyeliners were very thick, and her silver eyeshadows were shining brightly.

The corner of the left eye is dotted with black swan feathers, and a few rhinestones are attached to the edge. The dream-clear eyes under the light are firm and unyielding.

When she was dancing, it seemed that the song was such a stubborn woman who refused to lose.

She is like the emotion expressed in the song, using all her power to release the beauty of life to stick to her dream.

She was convinced that she could wait for the light of dawn after darkness.

Obviously this song, such a downturn, just made people listen to the blood and began to boil, making them want to scream crazy.

Finally they chorus

The poem of the black swan is the most beautiful perseverance

After the song was over, many audience members stood up and applauded fiercely. The thunderous applause drowned the entire concert.

I didn't buy a concert ticket, so I could only watch the live broadcast and howl.

[Ahhhhhh, my goddess sings my heart and swells]

[I went to the playground for 20 laps to calm down]

[Why do I hear tears]

[I recorded it and set it to various ringtones]

The Song family at this time, Song An silently handed the handkerchief to the master.

Mr. Song took it and wiped her tears: "How much hardship did you say this little girl has eaten? Only when you sing so sadly."

Song Anke couldn't answer this. He checked all the information about Yun Xiangxiang. Although Yun Xiangxiang was not Miss Qianjin, it was also a happy and simple family. His parents were enlightened and loved. He didn't know how to sing this feeling.

Yun thought about the experience, and his master also knew that he was still tricked into tears.

Song An couldn't help sighing, as he really was sharp, unable to move, a little different, and the pain was like something.

"Ouch, my heart hurts." Master Song leaned back, punching his chest with his fist.

Song An's lips twitched, but he still took out the phone and called Song Mian. After Song Mian answered the phone, he handed it to the master.

"Father?" Song Mian's voice came.

"My heart hurts." Master Song spoke bluntly.

Song Mian: ...

Will he not know his father's physical condition? He was so healthy that he should be detoxified by bloodletting. When he was so old, he had never seen his father fall ill.

Dr. Song's family is the most. If there is an emergency, he can't even call Kung Fu. This sound also sounds like a disease-free groan.

"Your unfilial son, my heart hurts, have you heard it?" Master Song looked angry at his son's half-sound.

"Oh, then?" Song Mian said flatly.

The old man jumped up angrily, pacing back and forth in the house: "I knew that having a son was useless, not at all intimate. If I had a daughter, I would definitely be nervous!"

Unexpectedly, Song Mian replied: "I don't mind having a younger sister, father, now it's too late."

"You--" Song Song was so angry that he smashed the phone directly.

Song An quickly flew to catch it, and then took the phone to the side and said to Song Mian: "Young Master, the old man just watched Miss Yun's concert, is when you want to invite Miss Yun to come home again. "

"I still have a few patients here..."

"I don't want you to come back!" Master Song grabbed the phone and interrupted angrily. "You don't need to come back and make a phone call, saying you are not at home all the year round, let the little girl come to see Dudu on your behalf..."

Master Song's words haven't been finished yet, there has been a busy tone.

Master Song stared at Song An and counted on Song An: "Look, see, what's the use of raising stinky boy?"

Song An couldn't help but think of his son who had been with the young man since he was a child. Since the young master took power, he nodded in sympathy with his son who had to raise himself up even in dreams and dreams.

Son, is the most annoying creature in this world.

"Master, do you want me to call Miss Yun?" Song An asked.

Master Song’s complexion immediately recovered and waved his hand: “Don’t frighten the little girl, lest the stinky boy can’t marry his wife, and it’s justifiable to blame me.”

He wanted to see the lovely little girl, and he would never cross his son. Although the stinky boy was not filial, he was a competent father.