Bring the system to pretend

Chapter 442: The Playing Youth

Shock was written all over Chu Yun's face, and even more disbelief.

She couldn't believe that this song "Nan Shan Nan" wasn't created by Xu Zihan, and she couldn't believe that other than Xu Zihan could create such a good song.

However, what Xu Zihan said just now revealed the truth.

This song was not written by her...

"Ling Chen, how do you know that this song "Nan Shan Nan" was given to Xu Zihan by someone else?" Puzzled, Chu Yun stared straight at Ling Chen and asked in a bad tone.

She just found out, but Ling Chen already knew that this song was not created by Xu Zihan himself, so there must be something tricky about it.

"I gave this song "Nan Shan Nan" to Xu Zihan, of course I know." Ling Chen took a sip of water and said calmly.

"Just you?" Chu Yun glanced up and down at Ling Chen, and couldn't help rolling her eyes: "Forget it, I'd rather believe that pigs can climb trees than believe that you can create such a beautiful song."

If Ling Chen is excellent in other aspects, she still believes it, but in terms of music, she has never seen Ling Chen show any outstanding features, and this guy just listened to Xu Zihan singing with an expression of indifference. "Nan Shan Nan" is absolutely impossible to be created by him.

"Wow, why don't you believe me every time I tell the truth?" Ling Chen was very helpless.

Could it be that because he is so handsome that his handsomeness covers up his honesty, so that he can no longer find any credibility in himself?

If you have to make do with others just because you are handsome, then I would rather not be handsome!

"This truth is too false." Chu Yun glanced at Ling Chen suspiciously, and then focused on the TV, wanting to know what Xu Zihan's explanation was.

Ling Chen next to him shrugged, didn't say anything, and walked directly to the kitchen.

The long road of life, the first step of supper!

On the other side, Xu Zihan's new song conference.

Millions of fans were silent, and they couldn't believe that Xu Zihan didn't own this song.

Manager Chen Huan rushed onto the stage, looking at Xu Zihan with hatred: "Zihan, are you crazy?"

She fully knew the consequences of Xu Zihan's words. In today's environment of violent online public opinion, Xu Zihan's words would cause great disturbance to the company and personal image, even to the point of irreversibility.

"Sister Chen, I'm not crazy. This song was indeed given to me by a friend. I can't enjoy such a great honor with peace of mind." Xu Zihan smiled slightly, feeling relieved.

Chen Huan was silent.

She knew Xu Zihan too well, as long as it was something Xu Zihan decided, no one could change it.

What's more, in the current scene of millions of fans and live broadcasting, Xu Zihan's words have already been said, and no matter how much they can be redeemed, it will be useless.

Thinking of this, Chen Huan sighed, and no longer blamed Xu Zihan, he could only see how he would bear the pressure of fans' public opinion later.

Unexpectedly, everyone in the audience did not curse as Chen Huan imagined, but gave Xu Zihan a thumbs up one by one.

"Hanhan, even if you didn't compose this song, your honesty is the best!"

"Yes, we like your honesty. If the music is not sincere, what music is there?"

"This is a gift from the other party, and it is not plagiarized. There is no reason, and I will always support my family Hanhan!"

"I agree too, but I want to know who gave this song to Hanhan!"

.........

There were waves of discussions in the audience, none of which was abusive to Xu Zihan, but more about being moved by his frankness and frankness, and of course, curious about the identity of the person who sent the song.

Seeing this scene, manager Chen Huan suddenly realized that her worries were actually superfluous. She only realized now that Xu Zihan's actions could actually retain fans and capture their hearts better.

Chu Yun outside the screen also gave a thumbs up and shouted loudly: "Hanhan, I love you!"

Ling Chen in the kitchen was so frightened that he almost cut off his finger with the kitchen knife.

"Sister, I'm making supper, can't you be so surprised?"

"I want you to care, you fool who doesn't understand music!" Chu Yun pouted in the direction of the kitchen, and then stared at the TV without moving.

"This mushroom is cool..." Ling Chen smiled helplessly, and continued to make supper, but his ears were paying attention to everything on the TV.

"Thank you everyone, the owner of this song is on the next screen." On the other end, facing the cheers and support of the audience, Xu Zihan's eyes were moved and he bowed to the audience, Immediately, the lighting engineer on the front right gestured.

The lighting engineer immediately understood, and suddenly turned off the lights of the audience, leaving only a huge screen above the stage.

Suddenly, a picture appeared on the screen, which was an arrangement room.

At this time, there was a young man sitting in front of a piano. Because the side face was photographed, everyone couldn't see the real appearance of the young man clearly.

"This profile is so familiar!" Outside the TV, Chu Yun frowned, feeling as if she had seen this person somewhere.

However, even though she was familiar with him, she couldn't remember the name of this person.

When his brows were furrowed, millions of fans in the audience watched the huge screen on the stage without moving their eyes.

I saw the young man on the screen stretch out his hands, put them on the piano, move his ten fingers slightly, and softly fall with the fingertips.

The sound of the piano blows with the wind, expressing deep thoughts and revealing a touch of sadness. The melody is so melodious and sad, like an old loving mother calling for a long-lost child, like a young Wife is missing husband who is away.

The moment the first note fell, everyone in the audience felt their figures tremble and the wind blowing in their ears, and the sound of nature penetrated the eardrum and reached directly to the soul.

As soon as the prelude came, the pretty faces of the audience were even more startled, as if struck by lightning.

There is no complicated mixing or gorgeous techniques, everything is so simple and plain.

However, in the simplicity, there is great affection. The piano keys spell out an incomparably moving melody in the hands of this young man with a slight smile on his mouth.

"You are snowing in the southern sun, and I am like spring in the cold night of the north."

"If I have time before dark, I will forget your eyes, and I will never finish a dream in my life!"

.........

The young and soft voice seemed to have a universal gravitational force, and it absorbed everyone's minds from the moment he spoke.

Everyone was shaken, they couldn't imagine that a person could play such a perfect and magnetic tone.

If the "South of Nanshan" sung by Xu Zihan just now is like water and like a song, clear and beautiful, then the "South of Nanshan" sung by young people now is tender and sad, endless.

That kind of feeling is like Xiuhe and floating clouds cherish each other, but one is on the ground and the other is in the sky, looking at each other from a distance, falling in love silently, and performing a helpless swan song.

"It sounds so good, this is simply the God of Songs!"

"It's so magnetic, even a man like me is attracted to it!"

"Why doesn't the camera switch to the front?"

.........

Everyone in the audience was mesmerized and applauded one after another. Even the manager Chen Huan was sucked into the vortex of emotions by the youth's voice for a moment, unable to extricate himself.

"He no longer talks about the isolated island of meeting with anyone, because there is no one in his heart."

"He can no longer hold a family in his heart, and is a dumb person who only lies to himself."

"He said that any praiseworthy beauty in you is not as good as when he first met you."

.........

A few lines of lyrics fell, and the voice was so sad, so sad, so lonely, and so lonely.

The sun shone on the young man, revealing a slender and upright body, and he lowered his eyebrows to continue the formalities, as if he was expressing the infinite things in his heart.

A trace of tenderness ran across his cheeks, and there was a flash of regret.

"Have you forgotten her?"

"I've forgotten it!"

"But I haven't said who it is?"

The eyes are raining for her, but the heart is holding an umbrella for her. This is love.

At this moment, everyone felt a little melancholy in their hearts. They seemed to see their own stories from the young man...