tkworld Chapter 422 Great Love
Chapter 422 Great Love
Before the audience could even recover from the sudden appearance of the child's voice, Jiang Bai had already precisely timed the music and begun to sing:
"Every night I think of my mother's words, tears glistening like lupins."
boom--!!!
On the mentors' panel, Na Ying's gaze, which had been searching for the child, instantly turned to Jiang Bai.
Her eyes widened, staring intently at the bright yellow figure on the stage, her gaze filled with disbelief:
"This...this was sung by Bai Zhi?"
"Is her vocal cords on some kind of lightning-fast spinning mode? How can she switch from a melancholic, mature woman to a kindergartener in a second?"
Wang Feng even took off his glasses and leaned out from under the table, as if he wanted to crawl into Jiang Bai's throat to see if there was a voice changer hidden there.
"This voice... Jiang Baizhi can change her voice?"
At this moment, Li Ronghao was no longer listening to music; he was questioning the meaning of life.
He banned sweet songs, and as a result, Jiang Bai staged a tragic love story for him;
He thought nursery rhymes were his Achilles' heel, but Jiang Bai immediately switched to a child's voice when he opened his mouth!
"Regardless of whether the song is good or not, Jiang Baizhi's skill alone already gives her a half-win situation!"
On the stage.
Jiang Bai was oblivious to the collective shock of the audience.
Singing in a child's voice is far more difficult than he imagined.
Every word and every line of a song requires sufficient effort; otherwise, it's easy to inadvertently project adult emotions into the song.
The stars in the sky are silent, and the children on the ground miss their mothers.
"The eyes in the sky blink and blink, and my mother's heart is like a lupine flower—"
As Jiang Bai's clear, bell-like singing voice rang out, the thousand audience members below the stage went completely wild!
"Wow! Angelica dahurica is amazing!"
"That child's voice... I can't believe it actually came from the Goddess Bai Zhi!"
"Goodness, they're singing nursery rhymes, and they're actually using children's voices!"
"That voice sounds so sweet and adorable!"
"It really felt like a seven or eight-year-old girl was singing on stage!"
"Help! My goddess is singing in such an adorable voice, I'm going to faint!"
Center stage.
In the soft, warm orange light, that bright yellow figure seemed to be gilded with a sacred golden edge.
Jiang Bai lowered his eyes, completely immersed in the state of returning to childhood.
He felt the subtle vibrations in his vocal cords, the androgynous skill at work.
"The tea gardens in my hometown are full of flowers, but my heart is with you all over the world."
"Every night I think of my mother's words, tears glistening like lupins!"
"Ah—ah—"
"Every night I think of my mother's words, tears glistening like lupins!"
"Ah—ah—"
"I think of my mother's words every night~"
He took a deep breath, and right at the turning point of the word "word," his voice underwent an epic transformation!
The voice was originally clear and innocent, like a child's.
Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, it instantly transformed into a warm and melodious female voice.
To further enhance the nostalgia factor of this song.
Jiang Bai also deliberately brought a mellow and resonant singing style characteristic of the golden age of the last century.
"Glistening tears—I know—"
"The stars sing at midnight—on nights when I miss home—"
"It just kept singing along with me—"
This mellow singing style carries the tenderness of Teresa Teng's era and the sweetness of Yang Yuying's era.
Coupled with Jiang Bai's deliberately gentle acting, the song's mood instantly shifted from childhood memories to soft whispers of adulthood.
Or perhaps it's your mother whispering softly in your ear.
The audience below the stage completely lost control!
If I was just about to have a nosebleed from being charmed by the innocence of children, then now I'm being held in the palm of your hand by this timeless tenderness!
Although they were in a studio.
But it felt like sitting in a cradle with a gentle mother singing a lullaby beside you!
"Holy crap...it's changed again! No, it's back to the original voice!"
"Just now I thought I was a child, but now I feel like my mom is whispering in my ear..."
"If you only listened to this song and weren't told, I would have thought it was two people singing!"
Meanwhile, in the background.
Director Wang Dazhong was already slumped in his chair.
He stared at Jiang Baizhi on the monitor, a woman whose beauty was so despairing, and listened to the children's voices that kept changing in his ears. He was in a state of ethereal confusion, wondering, "Who am I? Where am I? What do I need this pocket money for?"
"Director, it's the deputy director on the phone. They're asking if we can make a standalone promotional video for Jiang Baizhi's voice-changing segment tonight..."
"Go back to him, not only do we need to make a separate promotional video, but we also need to release it ahead of schedule!"
Wang Dazhong didn't turn his head, but just stared at the bright yellow skirt on the screen, and said something in a low voice.
He didn't expect that.
Jiang Baizhi actually unleashed a powerful move on him!
A child's voice with a distorted tone!
If this were released, it would absolutely shock the entire internet!
.......
[Ding! Detected a dramatic fluctuation in the host's emotions; real emotions are merging with 'advanced singing skills'...]
On the stage.
As the interlude progressed, Jiang Bai's voice subtly carried a sense of the passage of time and the weight of history.
"I know the afternoon breeze sings~"
"The sound of cicadas in my childhood~ They always sang along with the wind~"
"When you hold prosperity in your hands~"
My mood has become desolate.
"I've just realized that everything in this world can change."
That sound was no longer just simple singing.
It's like finding a yellowed photo album in an old wooden cabinet.
"When all that's left of youth is a diary, black hair will turn white."
"The only thing that remains unchanged is that song, which keeps playing in my heart."
When Jiang Bai sang this line, his heart skipped a beat.
He remembered his past life.
In that world, his parents died early.
The home I remember always carried the lingering smell of disinfectant and a cold silence.
He had done this countless times on overpasses and at busy shopping mall intersections.
Singing cheerful songs to those unfamiliar families, yet her heart was as desolate as a wasteland.
But in this life...
Jiang Bai recalled his parents, who always cautiously sent him WeChat messages, asking if he had enough living expenses and if Shanghai was cold.
More than two months have passed since he traveled through time, and he has remained like a frightened bird, deliberately maintaining that sense of distance.
He was afraid of being exposed.
I fear that my soul, from another world, is not capable of bearing the weight of such profound family affection.
The original owner's introverted and withdrawn personality was his best shield.
But now, under the emotional resonance brought by that god-like singing skills, this shield has shattered into pieces.
He suddenly realized.
My father's clumsy, even somewhat repetitive, admonitions.
My mother's morning greetings, though not particularly meaningful, were unwavering.
Beneath this taciturn exterior lies a burning love that makes him tremble.
That was the only power in the world that could dispel all his loneliness without needing any charm.
Parents' love is always the greatest!
Jiang Bai's eyes reddened.
This time it wasn't acting, nor was it a natural talent for shedding tears.
He took a deep breath of the cool air, his voice trembling with a chilling quality due to extreme restraint.
"Ah—ah—"
The voice was just as gentle, but it carried a more timeless, almost imperceptible, cry than before.
"I think of my mother's words every night~"
"The lupine flower, glistening with tears!"
The stars in the sky are silent, but the children on earth miss their mothers!
"The eyes in the sky are blinking~"
"My Mother's Heart, Like a Lupine Flower!"
"Ah—ah—"
"I think of my mother's words every night~"
"The lupine flower, glistening with tears!"
boom--!!!
Inside the control room.
With a snap.
The third Honghe cigarette that Wang Dazhong had just lit fell onto his leather shoe.
But he didn't move.
She was tightly covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face as if they were free.
He thought of his elderly mother, and the hunched back of her who used to painstakingly fry dough twists for him in front of the earthen stove in the countryside.
If this song is said to have a destructive effect on certain groups of people, it could be described as an explosive attack.
So, Wang Dazhong belongs to this type of person.
Because the sound of him frying dough twists has become a star.
"Is this Bai Zhi here to kill me?"
"When I sang the last song, I was almost moved to tears, but I managed to hold it in."
"I couldn't resist singing this nursery rhyme!"
Wang Dazhong choked back tears as he cursed, his hands constantly wiping away the tears in his eyes.
"Director... Waaaaah... I can't take it anymore."
The assistant director next to him had collapsed onto the control panel, sobbing uncontrollably.
"I just transferred 20,000 yuan to my mom, and she just replied with a question mark, asking if I robbed a bank..."
"Waaaaah, Bai Zhi's shout made me feel so guilty towards my mom!"
"This is absolutely awful! Let's just turn tonight's show into a tearjerker!"
The studio scene.
The young couple, who were just embracing tightly because of the song "Later," have now let go of each other.
They all took out their phones at the same time.
The chat window no longer contains the ex.
Instead, they became Dad and Mom.
"Mom, I want to eat your braised pork."
"Dad, you've worked hard these past two years. I will try my best."
This large-scale emotional shift plunged the entire studio into an eerie yet sacred atmosphere.
That "maternal glow" emanating from Jiang Bai.
In that instant, all the adults present were transformed into children yearning to be touched and comforted!