Song Lu sang five songs in one breath, basically one song in English and one song in Chinese, and after singing five songs, Wang Hong came up to sing two songs, and then Song Lu came up to sing five songs, and Xu Wei came up to sing two songs.

Repeat this way.

The atmosphere on the scene was very warm. Basically, everyone sang every song from Song Lu, and the audience sang together.

Many people were infected by the singing of the people around them. It seemed that it didn't matter whether Song Lu was singing or not. As long as he stood on the stage and everyone sang on their own.

It felt like I spent money to come to the concert to perform a KTV self-singing. When Song Lu was about to finish the concert, he did not sound hoarse, but most of the audience in the audience were hoarse.

Even if you sing about twenty songs, the audience is not a professional singer. How could you not sing dumbly?

Song Lu was very moved. Really, most of the audiences sang every song, and they were singing along. It seemed that there was no song that the audience didn’t like, and felt that every song they liked.

There is nothing we can do about this. After all, every song is a classic song that has been tested by another time and space.

"Okay, the last song of tonight, this song is dedicated to all those who go out to work hard and wander. That's right, it is "BJingb-BJing", dedicated to you."

"Pai Pa" the audience applause thunderously.

When I walk here every street

My heart never seems to be calm

In addition to the roar of the engine and the sound of the electrical

I seemed to hear its candle bone-like heartbeat

I'm laughing here I'm crying here

...

Some viewers in the audience sang and cried together. The lyrics of this song really penetrated their hearts and stirred up their softest nerves.

If one day I have to leave

I want people to bury me here

Here I can feel my presence

There are so many things that make me attached to here

I'm laughing here I'm crying here

I live here and die here

I pray here I am confused here

I'm looking for it here and I'm losing it here

bBeijing bBeijing

bBeijing bBeijing

...

When the last note fell, the concert finally came to an end.

"The last song has been sung, everyone should go back early and rest. Remember to be careful on the way when you go back. See you next time the concert! Thank you, goodbye..."

"Amk, Amk, Amk..."

Song Lu hadn't finished saying goodbye yet, the neat voices from the audience made Song Lu smile bitterly. He shook his head with a wry smile.

"I've finished singing all the songs, and it's just a repetition. Friends, next time, next concert, can you do it when I have more songs?"

"No, Anke, Anke, Anke..."

Song Lu spread his hands speechlessly, how could he do this?

"Everyone, I really don't have any songs to sing, I've sang everything I should sing."

"Write a song on the spot." A dark shadow in the district stood up and shouted.

Song Lu was stunned for a moment, and wrote on the spot? It’s impossible, this matter cannot be done.

"Haha..." The audience laughed, but someone was cheering, "Write a song on the spot."

"Who shouted? Who shouted? I wrote it up by myself." Song Lu was speechless.

"Write one, write one, write one..." The neat and straight voices on the scene, many people were even more excited when they looked at Song Lu, who looked embarrassed on the screen, and were all gloating, or wanting to see this creator who claimed to be the strongest was defeated.

"Okay, the concert is over, everyone will go home." Song Lu said as he was about to walk backstage.

"Write one, write one, write one."

Even though Song Lu had already entered the back of the stage, the audience was still shouting, and Song Lu was speechless.

"Mr. Song, why don't you write one? Just write it casually." Wang Hong stepped forward and persuaded.

"..." Song Lu was speechless, "You can write, but if you don't have a good level of writing, you will be embarrassed. How can you do it in the future?"

"What should I do now? It's unreasonable not to return. Everyone will return for concerts." Wang Hong said with a wry smile.

"Oh, go up and sing something else." Song Lu was helpless and had to return to the stage.

Some people who originally wanted to leave immediately became enthusiastic and shouted even more vigorously.

"Well, don't write one, I'll sing a song I wrote to others. Which one do you want to hear?" Song Lu asked.

"Write one, write one, write one..." the scene continued to shout.

"This is too much. Friends, write on the spot. Don't say that time is too tight and I can't write well. I have no direction for anything I write!"

"Write the Chinese style!" The dark shadow in the district was shouting.

"That person who called Chinese style, come, come, come, come, come up. The Chinese style is written as you say? Do you think everyone is Jay Chou? The lighting master, come, give the light that calls Chinese style, and give the photographer a shot, I want to see who it is." Song Lu was speechless.

As a result, just a dozen shots and the camera shot, the man took action, and the audience laughed, and Song Lu was speechless.

The fuck is Jay Chou himself.

"Jay Jay Chou, you're too much. You actually asked me to write songs you are good at. Why do you want me to defeat you? I gave up and you won. My ancient Chinese is not good, so I can't write those lyrics." Song Lu shook his head.

"Then write a rock song." Someone was shouting again. This time the photographer and the lighting master became smart and immediately looked over.

The result was Zheng Jun, who didn't expect that this rock tycoon came too.

"Writing rock on the spot? Even if I write the lyrics, the band can't cooperate. Rock is not as fun as there is no band cooperation." Song Lu denied it.

"Get lots, report a seat number, and let the audience choose." A girl below the stage shouted.

When the camera was photographed, it was Faye Wong.

All the people sitting there are big shots in the music circle.

"Yes, draw lots." Everyone started to cheer.

"I really want to write? Can you force me like this? Come on, does it hurt to touch your conscience?" Song Lu asked back.

"Haha...it doesn't hurt, I need to write."

"Write one, write one, write one..."

Song Lu was speechless. He looked at the band and then looked at the tens of thousands of viewers in the audience.

"Oh, okay, let's talk first. First, who will draw a question later? You can't put too tricky questions, such as writing Chinese style, rock, children's songs, etc. I really can't write such things. Can you?"

"Yes." The audience answered.

"The second is that I have to give me ten minutes after I have a question. If I don't step down, I will write on the stage, but how many ten minutes do I have to be? Is that okay?"

"Can."

"Third, this is the last song tonight. Whether it is good or bad, tonight's concert is over. Will everyone go home?"

"Okay." The audience replied.

"Okay, come on, draw lots. Can the backend staff use the screen projection software to draw seat numbers on the screen?"

After Song Lu asked, a line of words flashed on the screen, "Yes, wait a moment."

"Haha..." The audience laughed.

This is not a problem for the organizers of concerts, because many concert venues will attract lucky audiences, such as giving gifts, asking them to order songs, or asking them to sing on stage, etc.

Therefore, there will be such a number drawing software.

For only half a minute, the screen will display 'Yes' and then a starting number will be displayed.

"Okay, then let's let the numbers roll for thirty seconds first, and then we count down for 10 seconds together. Whoever draws will be the one who will." Song Lu suggested.

"Okay." The audience found it very exciting. One is that they hoped to win themselves, and the other is that they wrote songs on the spot. No one has done this in a concert like this, right?

"Okay, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, stop. OK, stop, seat number: 22 lower area, four rows No. 12, come, cameras and lights, and staff microphones to send to you."

Song Lu shouted.

At this time, the lights and cameras passed, and the one who waved his hand was a beautiful woman.

"Oh, I'm so lucky. I'll draw the middle-class beauty, beauty, then don't ask me a problem later. As long as you let me go, I'll send you a gift." Song Lu openly bribed him on the stage.

"Wow..." The audience was booing Song Lu, despising Song Lu's behavior.

At this time, the beauty got the microphone, "Ah, Song Lu, hello."
To be continued...