"thanks for your support."
"Thank you all for loving me."
"I will continue to work hard and contribute better cooking dances to everyone!"
An Lin's speech brought the scene to another climax.
Tonight is destined to belong to An Lin's night.
The audience cheered and shouted.
The envy and admiration of entertainers.
All of them are making An Lin more radiant.
All the gold medal mentors who had assessed him before were all in a daze at the moment.
"Liu Dabao said he wanted to win the championship, and I refuted it. Now it seems that I was too naive..." Daphne said with emotion.
The old man on the side nodded and said, "From the very beginning, he has a clear goal, and he has studied people's hearts and audience's preferences very deeply. He is definitely an extremely powerful artist!"
Yingbao didn't think as much as the tutor thought.
Her heart was beating wildly, and her breathing became short of breath.
There are countless thoughts in the mind.
Did Liu Dabao do it
Did Liu Dabao really do it
She thought it was the target of wishful thinking.
Did Liu Dabao really realize it
The scary thing is, Liu Dabao has been running towards this goal from the very beginning. How deep can this man hide? Who the hell is he
Also, that bet...
What would Liu Dabao ask her to do
Thinking of this, Yingbao's heart was pounding again.
On the stage, there is another person.
The man's legs were already weak, and he wanted to hide in the crack of the ground immediately.
Jin Feihong did not expect that this trainee, who seemed a bit easy to bully, would become the top card of Red Ink Workshop in just one day.
The most important thing is that he even insulted Liu Dabao in every possible way before, thinking that if he killed him. Now in the blink of an eye, others will look down on him.
No wonder Liu Dabao didn't talk to him, it's not because he was strong, but because he is really a funny clown...
An Lin did not pay attention to Jin Feihong.
Even now that he has won the first ten points, he doesn't bother to brag in front of Jin Feihong, after all, his goal is not there in the first place.
The Red Emperor saw that An Lin was still calm in front of the crowd cheering, and he appreciated it even more in his heart. He said, "Liu Dabao, according to the usual practice, after becoming the top player, we have to perform another repertoire for the audience."
"Ah? There's still this practice?" An Lin really didn't know.
Yingbao didn't tell him, or didn't bother to tell him at all. After all, no one knew that Liu Dabao could become the top card in one night!
"Aren't you ready? Improvisation is also fine."
When Hong Huang saw An Lin's expression, he didn't feel unnatural. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at An Lin like the big sister next door, with a soothing power in his tone.
When the audience heard that there was still a performance, they all became excited.
"Another meal of fried chicken!"
The son of the Dragon Emperor has already shouted.
The rest of the audience followed suit.
The audience shouted and shouted, their stomachs were already hungry.
Seeing this painting style, Jin Ling'er raised her forehead and sighed: "Damn Dabao, what have you made of our Hongmofang's painting style?"
Hongmofang is one of the last art halls of world civilization, but now a large group of people are shouting the name of the dish on it, and those who don't know it think they have arrived at the vegetable market.
An Lin smiled without saying a word, what is this style of painting? At first, he thought that the painting style of Hongmofang was that of Yihongyuan. Sister Hong also said that the girls in it were all artists, and An Lin at that time was considered polite if he didn't laugh out loud...
The 60,000 spectators on the field were very enthusiastic.
Looking forward to An Lin's performance.
But An Lin was distressed, it was impossible for him to perform cooking.
The flavor bonus of the pan can only be used once a day at most, and it will not be so fragrant after using it again, so you have to change the way of performance.
So, in what way
An Lin looked towards the venue.
It is very lively here, and the shouts here are like the tide.
Artists who have reached the pinnacle in various cultural and artistic fields also looked at him with smiles and encouraging eyes, as if saying cheers to him.
Every audience is so enthusiastic, as if everything is beautiful.
But An Lin knew that this place might be the last beauty of the ancient domain in the early days.
These people are clearly in a half-dead state of life, but they are still sticking to their civilization and believing in their years.
Hongmofang, Liuli Lantern.
In the Ruins of Taichu, the starry sky is bright.
An Lin was dressed in white and stood in the center of the stage.
Suddenly remembered a popular song once on earth.
It's an old song that's been around for over a hundred years...
How many people still remember this song.
Just like the ancient domain in the early days, how many creatures still remember the center of the universe
"the brightest star in the night sky"
"Can you hear me clearly"
"He Who Hopes"
"The loneliness and sigh in my heart..."
The singing sounded suddenly, and the lively scene and cheers suddenly disappeared. They are qualified spectators, knowing that An Lin has started to perform, they all kept quiet at the same time.
The Red Emperor was stunned for the first moment.
She always felt that the lyrics were very appropriate to their situation.
Wasn't the former ancient domain the brightest star in the night sky
But now, they have become people to look up to and remember...
"The brightest star in the night sky~~~"
"Can you remember~~"
"Walk with me, disappeared in the wind and rain~~~"
An ethereal and magnetic voice sounded.
The audience also gradually confirmed that this is a song sung to them.
In the face of the disaster of destroying the world, how many relatives and partners disappeared beside them? Too many, too many to remember.
They are lonely creatures looking up at the stars...
A very beautiful and pleasant accompaniment sounded.
The audience suddenly discovered that Gu Qiu looked like a quiet lady, sitting on the stage, holding a harp and actively accompaniment for the man!
"I pray for a transparent heart"
"And eyes that weep"
"Give me the courage to believe again"
"Oh... beyond lies to embrace you~~"
The climax sounded, and all the audience got goosebumps.
An Lin's voice seemed to have a peculiar penetrating power, with a unique magic power, as well as prayers and wishes, singing heartily.
"Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence~~"
"Whenever I get lost in the night~~~"
"Oh~~ the brightest star in the night sky~~"
"Please guide me closer to you~~~"
An Lin's singing voice was still floating.
The audience was already in tears.
They struggled to survive even if they changed their life forms.
They can't find the meaning of existence, they are in the last lonely city of this ruined world, enduring endless loneliness and darkness...
An Lin continued to sing.
The audience at the scene began to disappear one by one.
They disappeared into the seats as if they had never existed.
An Lin didn't care, and continued singing.
Ying Bao, who followed He softly with tears behind her, also disappeared.
An Lin was still singing affectionately.
The entertainers on the stage also disappeared one by one.
In the end, Gu Qiu, who accompanied him, also disappeared, and the sound of the accompaniment stopped abruptly.
The stage is empty.
There was no one in the auditorium.
Perhaps, they never existed.
The people on the stage were still singing.
What An Lin saw was the Red Ink Workshop that lost even its light. The lanterns and candles were extinguished, the divine light dissipated, and the only light was the stars.
He seemed to be under the starry sky, in the dark and silent ninety-nine-story pavilion, the audience went to the empty building, and the stage sang softly.
Is everything really non-existent
"the brightest star in the night sky"
"Can you hear me clearly~~~"
"He Who Hopes"
"The loneliness and sigh in my heart..."
(end of this chapter)