Chapter 472

"At the same time, for the sake of fairness, we will only record the scores of the first thirty thousand people, but the total number of participants will still be displayed. Of course, this allows everyone to gauge the popularity of a contestant. Please stay tuned."

321. Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou is not the person Mu Tou; he looks very clean.

After hearing Wang Laoshi finish the entire explanation, Ye Zi glanced at the card in his hand and quickly added, "Next, let us welcome the following contestant, Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou, to bring us the original song by Brother Shiguang, 'Gaqian'!"

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou is a seventeen-year-old youth.

He loved listening to songs since childhood, and gradually began to sing.

Seeing his love for singing, his parents spent money to send him to study music professionally.

On the day he turned fifteen.

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou received his first guitar in his life, and then he began his path of accompanying himself on the guitar while singing.

At first.

He was not yet familiar with it.

Later, he gradually became proficient.

Through the introduction of a friend.

It was said that posting videos on Douyin could earn money.

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou did not have the idea of making money, but being able to let more people hear his singing was extremely important for someone who wanted to become a singer.

Letting others listen.

Not only could it provide him with feedback to discover mistakes, but it could also encourage him to work even harder.

Relying on his outstanding voice and a comfortable recording environment, many people began to follow him.

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou did not care; as long as someone could watch him, that was enough.

Later on.

His popularity grew increasingly explosive; even his classmates in the same class discovered him and became intoxicated by his voice.

Of course.

Sometimes, there were people who mocked and ridiculed him.

Because of this reason, he had once gone through a period of negativity.

But when he heard Brother Shiguang's 'Gaqian', he suddenly felt that if a song could be perfect to such a degree, surely no one would produce discordant sounds.

At that time.

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou made up his mind.

He must create a song.

A song that would make the whole world, everyone, stop and admire it!

When he heard that the Wings of Time event was about to be held.

It was the person in charge from Douyin who came specifically to contact him.

He immediately agreed.

And he chose this song that had led him out of his predicament, 'Gaqian'!

This time.

There were no backup dancers on the stage of Wings of Time.

Instead, there was only this single standing microphone.

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou, carrying his guitar, walked out from behind the scenes.

When he first came to the stage.

He felt a bit nervous.

Thinking that he would be facing the audience across the entire country below.

His hands kept shaking uncontrollably.

But when the event began.

When he truly stepped onto the stage.

He suddenly no longer felt that nervousness.

The place where he stood was a very luxurious stage.

But below.

There were only cameras.

This was not much different from recording videos at his home.

At most, it could be considered a change of location.

A familiar feeling arose spontaneously from the bottom of his heart.

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou suddenly smiled; it was the smile of a seventeen-year-old youth, very sweet.

Countless viewers watched and exclaimed that they had been struck in the heart.

When Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou stood in the center of the stage, holding that microphone in his hand.

Everything changed.

Whether it was his aura or his stage presence.

Time quieted down at this very moment.

Then.

The musical accompaniment began to slowly rise.

And the guitar in Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou's hands also began to play, blending with the accompaniment to form a unique sense of harmony, as if two originally identical things had been split into two parts.

Quickly.

Mu Tou Bu Shi Mu Tou became intoxicated in that feeling.

Every time he heard this accompaniment, he felt a sense of calm.

He played the guitar with both hands and leaned his mouth toward the stand microphone.

He began to sing softly.

The sky has not cleared for a long time.

Your smile still lingers.

I cried, yet cannot bury my guilt.

The kite has run aground on a cloudy day.

My longing still waits for rescue.

I pull the string, rehearsing the tenderness you gave me.

Loneliness dries out beside me.

You laugh at my inability to make promises.

How could it be? How could you possibly forgive me?

I can only keep reading the dialogue.

Reading the harm I inflicted upon you.

I cannot forgive myself.

Please pretend I am no longer here.

I open my eyes and stare at the emptiness.

Forget the expectations for me.

I have finished reading my dependence.

I will leave soon.

The sky has not cleared for a long time.

Your smile still lingers.

I cried, yet cannot bury my guilt.

The kite has run aground on a cloudy day.

My longing still waits for rescue.

I pull the string, rehearsing the tenderness you gave me.

Loneliness dries out beside me.

You laugh at my inability to make promises.