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The two of them looked over.

The girl on the TV had a slight smile on her face. She looked no older than 20 years old, and her name was written on the subtitles-Chini.

Her appearance was indeed exotic.

Chini doesn’t look like an ordinary Chinese, ” one of the judges asked. is she a minority? ”

yes. Chini paused and nodded. I have West Asian blood.

“Then what song are you going to sing now?” Another judge asked.

“I want to sing ‘amanni’.” Chini looked straight at the camera, and there was something in her eyes. I heard that a shell fell in the refugee camp of Emilia two days ago. I want to use this song to pray for them.

The commenter paused. They didn’t expect this kind of talent show to involve an international issue, but they still nodded. “Then you sing.”

Chini took a deep breath and reached out to grab the microphone on her body. She slowly closed her eyes and gently opened her red lips-

“AMANINAKUPENDANAKUPENDAWEWE......”

Chini’s ethereal voice sounded and Gong mo couldn’t help but have goosebumps.

“It rules over everything in the world.

Its song sings of love.

Its truth is spread all over the earth.

It, why did it not return?

Would it feel

The smoke of war covered the sky and the future.

Helpless and frozen eyes

Looking at the sky with tears of grief and indignation

It’s a complaint to the end of the war

The pain is a child’s heartache.”

On the television, the camera panned to Chini’s face. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her face was filled with anger and sadness, as if she was complaining about the merciless war.

Gong mo rubbed his eyes.

Chini’s voice was too infectious, or rather, Chini had injected her emotions into the song, making the listeners feel the same way.

Sheng nanxuan said thoughtfully,”she must be from West Asia, Yingluo.”

“What?” Gong mo was a little distracted and looked up at him.

“Why are you crying?” Sheng nanxuan hurriedly took out a tissue and helped her wipe her tears. this girl can sing this song so well. She must have experienced war. From her looks, she should be from West Asia. This song was written by a band that went to Emilya to visit the orphans a few years ago. This sunny might be from Emilya.”

Gong mo sniffed, nodded, and continued to watch TV.

Chini’s singing had ended, and the judges were all shocked by her.

She let go of the microphone and panted lightly, clearly unable to calm her emotions.

There were three judges on the scene, two men and one woman. At this moment, the female judge was wiping her tears and taking deep breaths to prevent herself from crying out loud.

The male judge also pressed the corner of his eyes, took a deep breath, and said,”Your sound quality is very good, but your singing technique is not good. It can be said that you have a lot of shortcomings! But even so, you’ve made us all cry! What was the use of a singer? It’s to move everyone, to convey the power and emotions contained in the music to everyone, and you did it! I hope you can continue to work hard and convey more feelings to everyone!”

Another one said,”pardon me for asking, but are you from Emilia?” Did you just say you have West Asian blood?”

yes. Chini paused and lowered her head. after the war in Emilya, my elders moved to China. I was born in China. But I hope that I can bring my parents “ashes back to eminya in the future.”