C497 A Performance Without Borders

Compared to Han Chung, who came from a professional background and relied on music to make a living, Shen Yi indeed did not know how to sing. She was also embarrassed to force herself in front of so many people. She handed the song to Han Chung, and she went to play it. It was also good to balance it out.

But a new problem appeared. There was no piano that she was most familiar with here.

Han Chung reminded, "Use the guitar. I remember that you know how to play the guitar."

Shen Yi had played the guitar when she was camping on the beach. It happened to be so blurry that it was posted on Weibo on the trending video by the class monitor's classmates. It felt like a long time had passed, but it had actually only been a few months.

Shen Yi and the guitar player roughly talked for a while and the guitar player handed his guitar to Shen Yi. Shen Yi set up the microphone rack and moved a tall stool to the center of the stage to sit beside Han Chung.

"The lead singer is you. I'll play along with the voice."

Han Chung smiled and nodded.

Shen Yi adjusted the height of the microphone and started to speak in English with a light cough. " Hello, Evelyn. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you, good for you. A Chinesh, haz..."

Without saying much, after Shen Yi's brief introduction, she began to slowly play the faint and gentle prelude. The noisy crowd finally quietened down when Shen Yi's guitar started playing.

Irish was a country that valued and respected music, especially in music festival like this. Even if people wanted to scream, they would endure it and quietly listen to other people's performance.

The short prelude slowly unfolded under the clear and simple sound of the guitar. Han Chung and Shen Yi, who was playing the guitar, looked at each other and smiled confidently. They opened their mouths and started to sing the first sentence.

"I heard that you died in autumn. There's no other way. I dreamed of you standing at the corner of the street..."

The guitar stopped and Han Chung sang, "Red skirt black hair, look at me without saying a word..."

The theme of this song was first love and destruction, but Shen Yi had heard Han Chung mention that the thing he liked the most in his heart was actually mourning and redemption.

The beginning was death, as if a huge bell had struck his heart, making him instantly stunned.

No one knew when it started, but when people talked about youth, there would always be some sadness. It was as if youth without pain was not so unforgettable, and no one knew where it began. A youth without sickness, moaning, and kneading was also youth, rape, and abortion. It also became a necessary path for the youth of many modern youth literature.

Shen Yi never looked at these things because she knew that what she needed to do the most was to live a better life than anyone else. So whether it was in her previous life or this life, she did not have the leisure to understand these so-called painful literature.

Shen Yi did not know about the current market, but she understood this Hazy.

When she was filming the music video with Han Chung, she deeply felt the emotions that were suppressed in every song and from her initial dream. They met in a hazy and mellow way, and they were a short time of loving and loving each other. Finally, the dust settled when they parted ways. This was a story that was so simple that one could see the end of it at a glance.

From the first sentence, it made everyone feel like this was a tragedy that was destined to never be together. However, in this process, death was not scary, what was terrifying was death without even saying goodbye. All of their unwillingness and love were forever separated.

The tone was sad and hazy, but it carried the beauty of their first love. It was just like when you ate a bayberry. Even if it was sour to the point that you shed tears, you would still be unwilling to give it up. Because it carried all of your beautiful imaginations. Giving it up was like gouging out your own flesh.

The emotions of this song weren't sharp, but it had to be mixed together to create an exceptionally heavy heart. It was as if he had experienced a separation of life and death.

Han Chung handled his emotions very well. It was a hazy beauty. The intensity of the explosion was so intense that he could release it freely. Shen Yi hummed the tune and added a hazy and distant beauty to Han Cheng's song. It made the music penetrate directly into the heart and stir up the purest emotions in the heart.

"Misty rain blooms in my eyes.

On the stone bridge, Fuso quietly shed tears.

You slowly approach me.

You gave me a hug."

At the end of the song, Han Chung used a trembling voice. All the sadness and reluctance disappeared with the sound of the guitar that was constantly playing softly.

The audience in the square was completely silent. Their expressions were all different, but they all quietly watched the two people on the stage.

Shen Yi stood up and bowed together with Han Chung to thank him.

In an instant, the quiet square was filled with thunderous applause.

At this moment, language and the boundaries of the country could not hinder the appreciation of their music. No matter how beautiful and complicated the tune was, it was useless. Only the touching passion could penetrate all the restrictions and directly hit the heart.

Without the host going on stage, Han Chung and Shen Yi stood in the middle of the stage in a daze. The applause lasted for a long time. During this time, the audience kept throwing flowers and all kinds of support cards.