A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Li Mushang once also sang this work, and Ah Lan's overall performance is quite impressive. Although the female voice is somewhat different from her brother's original singing, the other party's voice is quite lazy and has a sense of atmosphere.

The song itself is a heart-wrenching type, and it is quite impressive and intoxicating.

At this time, he had already left the private lounge and came to the backstage passage. Alan just came back from the stage, and Li Mushang said with a hug and appreciation.

"Sister Lan. You sing really well."

"great!"

Alan smiled slightly: "I have watched the video of my brother singing this song hundreds of times these days, and I have revised the small details hundreds of times. Now I can finally let go of the hanging stone and breathe a sigh of relief."

"Thank you for your appreciation, and you work hard too!"

Li Mushang also smiled and made an OK gesture. The front desk had already started to announce the curtain. Li Mushang took a deep breath, looked at each other with Lao Yang, nodded and walked onto the stage.

The lights came on, and the audience stood up and applauded.

Li Mushang waved his hands in a low-key manner. Since he was still holding the guitar in his arms, it was not particularly convenient to bow, so he omitted it directly.

He strode towards the center of the stage, took another deep breath, sat on a high stool and lowered his head to adjust his guitar.

This scene surprised many people.

"Do you play and sing by yourself?"

"Is this the first musician who plays and sings on the singer's stage?"

"Unsurprisingly, only Li Mushang feels like playing like this. If other people play like this, it will be no different from committing suicide."

"The pressure of singing is already great enough, and now the pressure of playing musical instruments is also added, it is unimaginable."

"Master Li is really not a master who likes to stay in the comfort zone."

"I think it's quite normal. Li Mushang's grades in the last period were too bad, so he must come up with something real in this period."

The white inch shirt looks like a literary youth in the 90s of the last century. He also wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses for the first time, but they were flat glasses without prescription.

Before he even started singing, the feeling of folk songs came out.

After the guitar was adjusted, the camera began to zoom in and focus on Li Mushang's hands.

Only then did the crowd realize that Li Mushang, whom they had always thought was still a young man, had begun to show signs of age, and his hands were somewhat rough, especially the thick calluses on his fingers, which were like medals.

This is the callus produced by years of musical instrument practice, which cannot be removed at all.

The information of the song is displayed, which is very simple.

"The Hills"

Lyricist: Li Mushang
Composer: Li Mushang
Vocals: Li Mushang
A purely original work that has never appeared on the market, the curiosity of the audience has been pulled to the top, and the face is full of curiosity.

What will Li Mushang's original work on the theme of "I" look like?

He turned his head to look at Lao Yang next to him, and they both looked at each other and nodded. Li Mushang lightly plucked the strings first.

The melody is not violent, and the smart fingers in the picture and the prelude played can be called a guitar textbook.

He created the atmosphere perfectly without any hassle. Without the band, his hands are the whole band.

Dimaxi was stunned in the replacement player lounge.

"Amazing!"

As a genius well-known in Europe, he also has something that he is not good at, and that is the guitar.

So for Li Mushang's performance, besides admiration, there is also envy.

The guitar can be said to be the most common presence of all musical instruments, basically nine out of ten music students who learn an instrument will play the guitar.

But if you want to play the guitar to this level, it can be said to be rare.

It's hard to imagine that just by plucking a few strings, the atmosphere can be created to the current situation. It's too exaggerated.

Li Mushang's fingerstyle directly stunned everyone, but applause and cheers rang out after he realized it, but he remained unmoved and still lowered his head and immersed himself in the strings.

After the news of the applause, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were extremely complex, containing the magical power of a divine weapon.

But what exactly it is, the audience is still a little confused.

He gently put his head on the position one finger away from the microphone, and the playing in his hands did not stop, but Lao Yang also joined in at this time as the bass and began to do Pei Cun for Li Mushang.

Li Mushang also sang softly, his articulation was very strange, every word seemed to be a dying old man sitting in front of the fire, telling about his brilliant life.

"There's a lot I want to say but haven't said yet."

"I save because I want to write a song."

"Let people sing softly and remember lightly."

"Even if you finally forget it, it's worth it!"

The slightly older and more experienced audience had goosebumps all over the ground. A middle-aged audience in the front row of the recording scene was a little surprised. He immediately wanted to take out his pocket and took out his cigarette to light one.

It was only then that I suddenly remembered that I had already been taken away when I entered the security check, and a pain mask was put on my face instantly, and I sighed heavily.

At Zhang Yuanqi Studio in Guizhou, Zhang Tianhou had just finished preparations for the concert, and was sitting in the living room and turned on the TV to watch the show to relax.

But at this moment, her eyes were red and she was staring at the screen motionlessly. Li Mushang's song was telling about his life, and at the same time, she was saying goodbye to herself.

It's hidden deep, but anyone in the game can easily understand it.

The corner of her mouth couldn't help but smiled, and said softly: "Thank you, Li Mushang!"

Huahua put her hands on her knees at this time, and said to herself.

"When Li Ge sang, I always felt that the beat was wrong, and the singing and guitar didn't keep up, but after listening to the first verse, everything seemed to be in sync."

"After quietly listening to the previous paragraph, everything suddenly became clear, like the beautiful scenery seen after climbing over the hills."

"Li Mushang is really a musical poet. Rather than saying that he is singing, it is better to say that he is singing a story, a story about him."

Huahua's sense of music is still very strong, and she still has a relatively deep understanding of Li Mushang's song "The Hill", but the program manager next to him seems to have a vague understanding.

"But Teacher Li didn't use any tricks, just a very ordinary original sound."

Huahua waved her hand and shook her head to express her disagreement.

"The most important part of folk songs is realism, the simplest language, the simplest tone, and the most authentic feeling of singing, so that people can calm down and savor it carefully."

"Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, vicissitudes and tranquility are his main chords."

"At least I feel that I can't achieve Mr. Li's singing feeling and atmosphere like today."

The program manager asked with some doubts: "Is this a gap in ability?"

Huahua shook her head helplessly: "This is not just about ability, but a comprehensive issue. Music understanding and life perception are indispensable."

In short, in my opinion, just listening to the prelude of this song, you know that you should pay attention to Fengshen.