wavenovel Chapter 213 This is faith, this is the motherland!
Chapter 213 This is faith, this is the motherland!
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All the lights in the venue were turned off, except for a spotlight that remained fixed on the girl in front of the piano.
Jiang Bai did not use the ready-made electronic accompaniment provided by the program team.
Because he knew that in the face of this song, any industrially synthesized sound would be a desecration.
Only the vibrations of a piano can amplify that soul-stirring emotion.
"Thump—thump thump—"
Jiang Bai lightly tapped his fingertips, and a piano prelude, like a flowing spring over stones, slowly flowed through the hall, each accented note feeling like it was stepping on a person's heartbeat.
The audience below the stage hadn't reacted yet; they just thought the music was excessively beautiful.
On the judges' panel, Wang Feng adjusted his glasses: "This intro... the tempo is slow, is it a healing song?"
"This touch...this tone..." Li Ronghao murmured, "This isn't a beginner's level, this is professional level!"
Zhang Xingzhe nodded slightly and sighed, "An original! Another original! Judging from the playing, it must have taken a long time to compose, and you play it very skillfully."
Nayoung stated with certainty, "This is definitely not a sweet song like 'Love You'!"
.......
Back-end monitoring room.
Wang Dazhong was so nervous that he drank the water in his thermos empty, gripped the walkie-talkie tightly in his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.
"Everyone, listen up! Cameras 1 and 2, keep a close watch!"
"Remember, if this song is sung terribly, stop recording immediately!"
Although Wang Dazhong wanted Jiang Baizhi to be eliminated, and although he had read the lyrics, he was still nervous.
Red song themes are a double-edged sword.
Singing revolutionary songs on a talent show stage can be a masterpiece if done well, or a political incident if done poorly.
Although I believe in Jiang Baizhi's singing ability and the quality of her lyrics.
But we still need to be on the safe side!
Just as everyone held their breath in anticipation...
Jiang Bai spoke slowly.
His voice was no longer the cloyingly sweet gentleness of "Gently Tell You," but rather an ethereal sound imbued with endless longing:
"Whenever I feel pain, I want you to hold me tight~"
"Just like you've always done, touch my soul~"
As these two lines of lyrics floated out, Wang Dazhong suddenly shivered.
It wasn't because I sang badly, but because of the deep affection that overflowed from every single syllable.
"That voice..."
The assistant director was stunned: "I thought it would be a grand, narrative-style praise, but it sounds like you're being affectionate with your closest person?"
"Or is it like a wanderer who has been away from home for too long, confiding in his mother?"
The directors unconsciously clenched their fists.
"An embrace in pain, a touch of the soul..." the assistant director murmured, his eyes suddenly reddening. "Not only are the lyrics well-written, but the singing is also incredibly good!"
That first sentence struck them right to the heart.
It wasn't a lofty praise, but rather a transformation of the "nation" into a warmth that every ordinary person could feel.
.......
Inside the studio, the audience members who were initially whispering among themselves changed their expressions to a subtle mix of confusion and bewilderment when the first line of lyrics reached their ears.
"This...this is a love song?"
"Hold me tight, touch my soul, these songs sound like they were written for a lover, but why does the melody have such a solemn feel to it?"
On the mentors' panel, Nayoung and Zhang Xingzhe exchanged a glance, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.
"Judging from the tone, it doesn't sound like he's whispering to his lover; it sounds more like he's thinking about his elderly mother back home?"
Zhang Xingzhe pursed his lips and whispered his speculation.
After all, Jiang Bai's voice at this moment, though ethereal, carried the kind of complete dependence and attachment that only a junior would have towards an elder.
On the stage.
"Whenever I feel pain, I want you to hold me tight~"
"Just like you've always done, touch my soul~"
"Whenever I'm confused, you give me a sense of warmth."
"Like someone's arm, tightly wrapped around my shoulders~"
Jiang Bai spoke very slowly, each word as if it were being repeatedly polished on the tip of his tongue.
He tilted his head slightly, and the "longing" in his eyes, amplified by his 13 points of charm, created a terrifying storm of empathy.
He thought of China in this lifetime.
I thought about how, in this era full of opportunities, although there is also competition and exhaustion, as long as you walk down the street, you can feel that sense of security that is unique to Chinese people.
This sense of security comes from a mother's touch.
Sometimes I feel lonely and helpless, like a pebble rolling down a hillside.
"But whenever I think of your name, I always regain my confidence."
Sometimes I lose my way, like a swallow separated from its flock in the sky.
"But just thinking about your existence makes me no longer afraid."
As Jiang Bai sang this part, his voice trembled slightly.
His fingertips became softer on the piano keys, as if expressing his longing for someone.
While these words struck the air like a heavy hammer, the other mentors were still puzzled.
But Wang Feng, who had been looking down, suddenly raised his head.
He stared intently at the slender yet radiant figure on the stage, and was the first to shake his head violently:
"No! This is definitely not a song written for a mother!"
"The swallow that strayed from its flock regained its confidence and was no longer afraid... This is not the right approach!"
Wang Feng's voice trembled slightly in the mentor's seat.
A lone swallow.
These five words were like a hook, and the other mentors gradually realized what they meant.
Swallows leaving their flock symbolize their longing for the rear.
The thought of a name can dispel fear; what a great source of support that must be!
Could it be...?
The mentors' minds were vaguely filled with that audacious and breathtaking conjecture, and their expressions changed instantly!
The next second, Jiang Bai softly spoke of the person he cherished:
"I love you, China~ My dear mother~"
I shed tears for you, and I'm also proud of you.
boom--!
The tone was gentle, but the lyrics were like an atomic bomb exploding on flat ground, igniting the air in the entire studio in that instant!
"A patriotic song! It's actually a patriotic song!"
"My God, Jiang Baizhi actually composed such a profound and moving patriotic song on this talent show stage?!"
"How gentle! It's like calling out to the beloved motherland from afar!"
Na-young was so shocked that she stood up from her seat, and Zhang Xingzhe was so stunned by the answer that his mind went blank.
Wang Feng gritted his teeth. Although Jiang Bai sang with gentleness and determination, he still noticed the hint of rock and roll in his voice.
That sense of "longing" for his soul was exactly the melody he had been dreaming of!
"So that's it! The lone swallow—it's its faith! It's its motherland!"