In the darkness, the dizziness of the head, the slight pain in the throat, or the faint pain in the knees are infinitely magnified.
Gu Yanshu closed his eyes and told himself that it was no big deal.
Anyway, it's not the first time that he went into battle with an illness or injury.
And he must sing this song well.
just in case. Just in case anyone gets it.
When the ankle felt cold, the staff whispered "When you are ready", Gu Yanshu walked towards the throne step by step.
The audience fell into darkness and silence.
The live audience and the audience in front of the TV held their breaths.
Then a beam of cold white light fell, just falling on a sprig of eerily red roses.
There is no accompaniment, only a low-pitched singing that seems to come from a distant place.
The roses in the corner bloom paradoxically, the shackles and shackles on my body imprison me like a puppet
The law of the world says I am guilty, but I broke into the restricted area to see your beauty
His voice was cold and ethereal, but because of his indescribable hoarseness, it was a bit sinister in the darkness. The unique timbre and vocals instantly gave people goosebumps in such an atmosphere.
The light moved up slowly, revealing a thin ankle imprisoned in heavy shackles.
The pale and almost transparent fragile ankles, the heavy and clumsy black metal shackles, and the coquettish blood-stained red rose, the visual contrast creates a cruel beauty.
This kind of beauty and Gu Yanshu's unique singing voice achieve a strange harmony in the dark, which makes people amazed and dare not act rashly.
Then with a "snap", a strong beam of cold white chasing light suddenly shot down, completely covering the lifting platform one meter above the center of the stage, and only then did everyone see the whole situation clearly.
On a dark stage, there is only desolation.
In the middle of the desolation is a lonely throne.
Gu Yanshu on the throne was dressed in a black dress, with a pale and perfect face, like a god in the dark night of the Middle Ages under the cold white light.
The camera zooms in to give a close-up.
The eyelashes are drooping, the chin is slightly raised, the slender legs overlap gracefully and loosely, and the expression is cold and arrogant. The beautiful and delicate facial features make people feel no trace of femininity, only a kind of beauty that cannot be said across genders.
The black metal chorker on the neck and the shackles on the ankles satisfy people's sadistic desire for this extremely fragile and cold beautiful thing.
Her lips, which were usually pale, were now so red that one wanted to kiss them.
Open it slowly and continue singing.
The gods do not give a chance to confess, compromise and lose freedom to see the soul wither
Self-imprisonment plays hypocrisy, just to make a big mistake for you someday
Starting from "Someday", the accompaniment gradually cuts in, the resonance of the crooning and a cappella gradually strengthens, and the pitch gradually rises. There is no pause in the whole sentence, but it is directly pulled to the high-pitched tone, for a full ten seconds, without taking a breath .
Then get up, kick and jump off the lifting platform.
The movements are clean and neat, and the sass is in place.
And with this jump, everyone realized that the chains that handcuffed Gu Yanshu's ankles were real chains, thick, long and heavy, and even restricted Gu Yanshu's movements to a certain extent.
However, I don't know if everything is just right, or Gu Yanshu's body control ability is too strong. This kind of restraint does not make Gu Yanshu's movements look awkward, but only shows a proper sense of struggle.
The most frightening thing is that the high-pitched sound of the character "韪" never stopped during this jump.
When Gu Yanshu landed perfectly, he actually continued into the hook without even taking a breath.
I was born naked, but blame me for not being able to hide my demons
Can't live fast, but forbid me to waste the rest of my life
I fell for myself and broke this boring rule
Anyway, human beings are never just a result
It's dead, it's alive, it's silent
The high pitch of the word "Mo" is sung heartily, but it feels like it is completely effortless. The resonance is strong, with three stages of progression, the voice is stable and accurate, and the breath is long and penetrating.
Until the auditorium thought that this consumption must be followed by an interlude for rest, and couldn't help bursting into warm applause, Gu Yanshu flicked the headset, put one hand in his pocket, and walked towards the camera.
He pulled his collar, raised his eyebrows arrogantly at the camera, and sneered mockingly. It was a scumbag, but it made people's adrenaline soar.
Then all the sounds suddenly stopped, for a short second, and then seamlessly connected after hanging in the air. Gu Yanshu stepped back handsomely and jumped with his legs, and accompanied by a provocative light sneer, he directly started the rap mode in a powerful rhythm.
Never disdain God's judgment
Tell me the answer before Tartarus
Confessions are lenient and there is no turning back
Imprisonment for life is my crime
Sin I strayed into Eden but I can't sit still
I want to practice together in hell to haunt you for a long time
But there is no bounds in purgatory
I can only self-imprison and return you to Huashan with a military weapon
The entire rap part is accompanied by free and easy dance moves, it seems that the weakness before he stepped on the stage has disappeared the moment he stepped on the stage, leaving only a natural king in full bloom.
All it takes is one person, a handful of thrones, even if no one is around, it's enough to hold up a gigantic, terrifyingly empty stage and grab everyone's attention.
Finally, at the front of the stage, after the sound of "Horse into Huashan" was perfectly received, he raised his leg and jumped vertically, kicked it out handsomely, then turned around neatly, and walked towards the throne.
The shackles on the feet made a sonorous and indifferent sound, and each hit just became the most powerful beat, which suddenly strengthened the sense of tragedy and momentum.
Then the lights were turned on to illuminate the entire stage.
Only then did people notice that those fragile ankles had been worn out by the shackles, and blood oozed and dripped onto the stage. The cruelty was shockingly beautiful.
However, Gu Yanshu seemed to be completely unaffected. After the rap ended with a high pitch, he directly entered the climax part full of emotions.
I was born naked, but blame me for not being able to hide my demons
Can't live fast, but forbid me to waste the rest of my life
I fell for myself and broke this boring rule
Anyway, human beings are never just a result
Why don't you just let the prairie fire go wild
Why don't you just tear up those false words
Take the ** apart and swallow the result
Break the shackles and remake my masterpiece
In the last sentence, "Break the shackles and reshape my masterpiece", Gu Yanshu had already stood back in front of the throne on the lifting platform, and the three high-pitched voices soared, which was so perfect that it shocked the audience, but no one cared about the skills in it.
Because Gu Yanshu sang the whole song so tragically and powerfully, as if he was the imprisoned person, lonely, desperate, helpless, but unwilling.
However, the empty stage and the strong visual contrast amplified the sense of loneliness and taboo a hundred times, and the despair in the emotions made people almost cry.
Everyone held their breath.
When the treble finally came to an end, the accompaniment ended, and the audience was immersed in emotions and finally reacted to applaud, Gu Yanshu in front of the throne suddenly raised his leg and stepped on it forcefully, the heavy shackles broke in response, and blood gushed out from his ankle , hit people in the heart, and trembled heavily.
At the same time, the accompaniment and treble reappear.
"Break the shackles! Reshape my masterpiece!"
The atmosphere in the audience detonated again, and everyone stood up and applauded.
But no one knows how uncomfortable Gu Yanshu is now, no one knows what kind of pain his knees are, no one knows that his throat hurts every time he sings, no one knows the despair in his heart.
Even he himself doesn't know.
Because he closed his eyes, all he could think of was the hoarse crying of his mother in the hospital, the accusations and abuse from everyone, the arrogant look of Shen Jue's father, the back view of Shen Jue leaving, and that sticky and humid afternoon five years ago, A kiss that seemed about to happen but ended forever.
He tried his best to sing the line that after breaking the shackles, he rested and pushed everything to the top, and then breathlessly sang the last line: "Anyway, I love you, what is the fault?"
It was no longer a high-pitched high-pitched voice, but just a low voice that overflowed from the throat, a little hoarse and choked, with the despair and confusion of the rest of the life, like questioning yourself, and like questioning the other party.
I love you, what is the fault.
The ending sound finally fell, the accompaniment ended, and a dead silence returned, and everyone began to shout "Gu Yanshu! Gu Yanshu! Gu Yanshu!"
But Gu Yanshu just turned around slowly, sat on the throne, and returned to the original appearance of the proud and lonely God of the Night, with blood oozing from his ankles.
Holding the microphone in his hand, he leaned close to his lips, raised his eyelids, his eyes were indifferent, his face was expressionless, his lips were opened, his voice was low and hoarse, and he uttered a cold and provocative word: "imprison."
The lights dimmed.
"destroy."
end of song.
The audience is boiling.