He smiled, a forced smile.

"Okay, brother, it's your turn. I'm sorry, I can't play the drums for you, so you have to accompany yourself."

Tang Xiaobao said: "Okay, let me try."

He also closed his eyes.

The Yellow River, the Gobi, the desert... all kinds of scenes appeared in his mind.

Dong dong dong...

The drums sounded, a little more proficient than before.

After a while, Tang Xiaobao's emotions were almost brewing.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a vicissitudes of voice immediately jumped out.

There are mountains in front and the Yellow River behind

The cold north wind blows towards me

Can't go forward, can't go backward

…

A stream of hot blood almost spurted out from Tang Xiaobao's chest.

The innate energy actually circulated quickly.

He was in love.

The two listeners also had a look of dementia on their faces, their brows were furrowed, and Tang Xiaobao was brought into that artistic conception in just a moment.

After Tang Xiaobao finished singing, no one spoke for a long time.

After a while, he seemed to have fallen apart, and smiled tiredly: "This song is so good!"

"You sing so well. You can sing this song better than anyone else. I'm waiting for you to sing it to all over the world, so that the world will know our Chinese customs!"

Chen Qingzhi high-fived Tang Xiaobao and said emotionally, his voice trembling slightly.

He was so excited.
Chapter completed!