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In Jiang Shiye's ears were the roaring cheers that pierced the sky, and the continuous sound of rain.

Other than that, nothing.

As soon as he came on stage, he realized that there was a problem with his ears.

At first, the accompaniment could be faintly heard, but the closer the stage was, the lower the accompaniment became.

Finally disappeared completely.

But that's okay.

As long as you don't rush to shoot in the first place, it doesn't matter.

Jiang Shiye took off his earbuds directly, shook his head, looked at the end of the audience indifferently, confident and flamboyant.

He knows the rhythm of the song best.

"Why do you like to sing while fencing?" Jiang Shiye asked Cen Si two weeks ago.

"Don't you know that fencing is the most rhythmic sport. When I was practicing as a child, I liked to play music with a suitable rhythm as the soundtrack, which is good for footwork."

"...Is it the same for others?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because my mother is a singer. Anyway, I practiced like this since I was a child. You know why it is said that I have a good sense of rhythm in fencing and it is difficult for opponents to guess.It's the rhythm of the song, who can guess it." The tone was proud.

"Damn, awesome." Jiang Shiye boasted sincerely, "But four boys."

"Um."

"Are you sure...my new song is fine too."

Cen Si smiled: "If there is anything wrong with it, you should take a good look."

"Our Song is my favorite, the rhythm is just right."

Jiang Shiye's new song is called "Our Song". This song is not a love song. It was inspired by a trip to Africa.

He was shocked by the magnificent natural scenery there, but also heartbroken by the embarrassing social environment there.

He and Cen Si worked as poverty alleviation volunteers for two weeks, but these two weeks had a huge impact on his mind.

At that time, he and Cen Si took the children and sang English songs, French songs and Chinese songs. Afterwards, the children had fun, and they stopped talking about literature, and they were all humming.

This is probably the charm of music, regardless of nationality, a naive child suddenly stuttered and said in English: "This is our song!"

our song.

At that time, Jiang Shiye made up his mind that he really wanted to write "Our Song".

At the music festival, Jiang Shiye opened his arms.

He went back to that afternoon, when the Intro sounded, and the moment when Cen Si suddenly lunged and stabbed together.

One set, two sets.

The sound of fencing hitting a human target, once, twice...

Faster than eight beats, slower than sixteen beats.

His voice spread from Limeli to Yolo Hi's surroundings.

It's hard to describe his singing voice, it's cold and mellow, like the moment when a glacier wraps around the aurora and melts, it slowly sweeps from the ears to the nerve endings, vibrating the heartstrings.

The voice is still the same as it was at the beginning. Cen Si feels that it is no different from the one he heard in Swirl at the age of 18, but it is a more mature singing voice, covering a larger stage.

It's like the shock of the soul's instinct when you were young, plated with time and inlaid with time, the impact is stronger, the imprint is deeper, the soul is softer, and a wider world is constructed.

So the ears are more enjoyable.

The cheers from the audience were like the sea, but Jiang Shiye couldn't hear them.

He was still there that afternoon.

The Chorus of "Our Song" has a child's chorus and a high note that soars directly to High C.He watched Cen Si in the music, leaping forward, blocking, cross-stepping backwards, and shifting. At the top note, the silver light of fencing flashed past his eyes quickly, like the aurora seen in Sweden.

He murmured, "Sizi, you seem to be dancing."

The rhythm is too accurate.

On the stage, Jiang Shiye dragged Li Mai to the side for two steps, his movements were unrestrained and unrestrained, but he was actually beating the beat, imagining Cen Si's footwork at that time.

Then he leaned over and pressed down, and directly soared a high pitched note, effortlessly.

But he couldn't hear his own voice, he could only roar the loudest, his muscles tensed, sharp thorns.

The rain drenched him, and the white vest became transparent, very transparent, like cicada's wings, like fog, and when it was torn apart, he revealed a thin layer of straightforward masculine skin. His complexion was bright, moist and sexy, and he was taking a breath.The rhythm of the accompaniment is played between the breaths.

"Damn it ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I'm going to have a nosebleed"

"Jiang Zhiye, a male Bodhisattva on earth!!!!!!"

"So handsome, so handsome, this voice, this face, this figure makes me kneel down"

"Why is the rain in Bonnis so double-standard, Jiang Shiye is simply the god of the rain"

The rhythm of Bridge behind Chorus is the most difficult to control, but each beat corresponds to the fencing action, and it is as smooth as a sonnet.

Jiang Shiye would still stare at Cen Si when he was singing at the age of 21, and now he can vividly describe that vigorous white figure in his mind.

His perfect metronome.

The rain was gradually getting smaller, Jiang Shiye sang freely and freely, and the light gasp at the end of each line made the people off the stage and off-camera roar collectively, such a careless singing voice and sharp and arrogant typhoon, Cen Si listened and watchedAs he watched, his eye sockets gradually became hot.

He didn't seem to be as excited as he is now when he won the World Championships back then, oh no, he was excited then, but now he is shocked.

The shock of being purely touched by the excellent music.

Especially the singer but his lover.

The rain became smaller.

As the setting sun fell, the golden rays of light hit Jiang Shiye's half of his body.At that moment, he was like a statue of a god worshiped by Yolo Hi, dazzling and dazzling, bringing a near-perfect sensory experience.

He held the mic in both hands, and sang the final Ending part, which was a bit lyrical, causing ripples in the eardrums.

Cen Si suddenly remembered the countless nights when he asked Jiang Shiye to sing to him. Jiang Shiye liked to bury his chest and put his ears close to his heart.

Yesterday, he asked Jiang Shiye to feel his heartbeat, and Jiang Shiye sang "Our Song" again.

Pure singing.

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