The host asked Annie to leave the stage, and Jane came up in the morning.
Jian Shiwu came onto the stage, with light makeup on his face, and his facial features perfectly inherited Zhen Meili's beauty and delicacy. His figure was slender and straight. When the sunny and cheerful big boy walked on the stage, he looked like a polite and polite son. A big screen was prepared on the stage to ensure that students who were far away could see Jian Shiwu's face clearly.
Because the sunlight was a bit harsh, Jian Shiwu squinted his eyes, showing a sweet smile and his small canine teeth: "Hi everyone, I am Jian Shiwu, and the song I want to sing is "My Future Is Not a Dream" "
There was applause from the audience.
Jian Shiwu cleared his throat and waited for the music accompaniment to start. However, he waited quietly for a while and there was no sound from the speakers. Quite a few students looked at each other curiously, making noise and discussions.
Jian Shiwu whispered to the back: "What's wrong?"
The staff in the audience looked at the speaker anxiously: "It's strange, why is there no response, what about the electricity?"
There is still a cameraman recording below, and some students are watching eagerly. If the stage is messed up, the opening ceremony will be messed up. Although some students don't understand what happened, the audience has been paying attention to this simple When Shen Cheng in the afternoon noticed that he was looking towards the sound, he knew that there must be something wrong with the machine or something.
Shen Cheng immediately stood up and walked backstage.
The monkey was startled, and exclaimed in a low voice, "Where are you going, class representative?"
Joan gave him a hand, smiled and said, "Don't worry, he knows."
During the centennial celebration of their school, someone maliciously hacked the backstage, and the luck turned out to be bad. At that time, the backstage program happened to be written by Shen Cheng, and several people on the other side were also well-known hackers. They were found out in half a minute, and the address was located. , Shen Cheng took someone to repair it himself and was honest.
So it's no surprise that Shen Chengzai had a small problem with the machine.
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On the other side, half a minute had passed on the stage, and because the sound system was still not repaired, the host in the audience had no choice but to inform Jian Shiwu: "If it doesn't work, just sing a cappella. Is it possible? Will it be difficult?"
In fact, the host also knows that many people rely on the accompaniment to bring emotions, and it is easier to memorize the lyrics. A cappella is very psychologically stressful. Besides, the stage effect may not be so good without the accompaniment.
Annie standing in the background also noticed this. She leaned on the railing and looked at Jian Shiwu with a satisfied smile. After coming to China, she had a lot of doubts about herself and began to feel unconfident. She didn't understand Why can Jian Shiwu be happy all the time? He is obviously not as good as himself in everything.
Seeing the frowning people on the stage, Annie's heart immediately relaxed.
Look, everything is not going well for you, you have also tasted my pain and sadness, haven't you, you finally stopped laughing.
But just when everyone thought the matter was a foregone conclusion, Jian Shiwu on the stage discovered the New World, and he said to the staff behind him, "Hello, which program is that piano from?"
The sound engineer said, "It's from the next program."
"Can I use it?"
"Can you play, of course."
Jane Shiwu smiled: "You can play it so-so, but you can play it a little."
Zhen Meili is a singer and actress. He has many musical instruments at home since he was a child. When he was young, he was naughty and didn't like to learn musical instruments. But because Zhen Meili was always playing, he would naturally get used to it after watching too much.
Later, he felt that if he wanted to enter the entertainment industry in the future, he also needed to have a skill. Since junior high school, he began to learn musical instruments intentionally to cultivate his hobbies.
When the students in the audience thought it was an accident, a piano was carried onto the stage.
Jian Shiwu stood in front of the piano and bowed gracefully to the crowd. The young man in a suit and leather shoes bent down and sat down gracefully. When a piano sound fell, the audience suddenly fell silent.
Elegant and mellow piano sounds flowed out from those slender fingertips. Jian Shiwu's voice was clean and pure, and he sang in a low voice: "Aren't you like me bowing your head in the sun, sweating and working hard silently..."
Under the blue sky, the boy in a black haute couture suit has fair skin, leaving the audience with a beautiful and gentle profile.
"Aren't you like me who is busy pursuing all day long, wandering on the cross streets again and again..."
Everyone was looking up at the young man on the stage. The sun was shining on him. Although there was no spotlight, the light seemed to be only on him. They could only see him. The young man seemed to be the place of light. When he opened his mouth to sing, he was Haoyue.
Jian Shiwu's singing voice is contagious. When he sang the climax, some students were already humming along:
"I know my future is not a dream, I live every minute seriously..."
When Shen Cheng walked off the stage, a song was coming to an end. Many students in the backstage were watching the performance of the people on the stage. Some were even more arrogant taking pictures with their mobile phones and recording the screen non-stop. When they saw Shen Cheng coming He also gave up his position: "Brother, it's right for you to come to my place, my shots are clear."
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Shen Cheng gave him a cool look.
The boy showed off to Shen Cheng as if showing off: "Look at what I took, does this look good?"
The boy in the photo has pretty eyebrows and eyes, and his red lips are slightly parted when he bows his head to play the piano and sing seriously. He is like a beautiful picture scroll, which makes people's hearts flutter.
"Hey, I want to be my phone's wallpaper." The boy said triumphantly, "I watch it every day, I like him so much, why, are you also here to take pictures of the seniors? You're a little late brother."
Shen Cheng squinted his eyes. He looked at Jian Shiwu's photos in other people's mobile phones, his eyes darkened, and he whispered: "You are not allowed to use portraits without my permission. Documentary photography is for exhibition and use."
The little boy looked at Shen Cheng with a confused face: "You, who are you, does it have anything to do with you?"
There was thunderous applause from the audience. After the performance, Jian Shiwu stepped off the stage. He gasped a little. When he got off the steps, he saw Shen Cheng, and subconsciously smiled: "Shen Cheng!"
Shen Cheng looked up at him.
The bright young man trotted towards him, his eyes were clear joy, he looked at him with frowned eyes and said, "Did you hear me sing?"
Shen Cheng nodded; "Yes."
"Hey." Xiaopang was a little shy, the makeup artist over there called him to drink water, and he said to Shen Cheng: "Then you wait here for a while, I will come as soon as I go."
Shen Cheng didn't let him go: "Wait."
Jane Shiwu paused and looked at him curiously.
Shen Cheng took out a clean silk handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Jian Shiwu, saying softly, "You're sweating, wipe your face clean."
Jane Shiwu took it naturally, wiped her forehead indiscriminately, and muttered softly: "It's too sunny on the stage, I really shouldn't be wearing a black suit."
A smile flashed across Shen Cheng's eyes. He didn't know when it started, as long as he stayed by Jian Shiwu's side, even listening to the kid say some boring words made him feel happy. He wanted to stay by his side all the time. Beside me, even if I can only watch quietly like this.
After wiping her forehead, Jian Shiwu trotted away: "Then I'll go first."
Shen Cheng: "Yes."
When Xiaopang left, the boy next to him was already dumbfounded. He turned his head stiffly to look at Shen Cheng, and stammered: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'll delete it right away."
Shen Cheng: "Wait."
Shen Cheng was expressionless: "The data can be recovered, give me your SD card, and I will give you money to buy a new one."
The little boy refused without thinking: "I don't want it, what can you do to me..."
The young man standing in front of him glanced sideways at him. Shen Cheng's stern face showed no superfluous expression. He didn't even try to threaten him. With a cold smile: "If I were you, I would accept it. After all, at least it's just a change of card for now."
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Obviously Shen Cheng didn't threaten him much, but the little boy just felt that the phone in his hand seemed to be dying soon, so he quickly took out the card and handed it to Shen Cheng, not even asking for money, and ran away after giving it to him: "Here you are!" !"
Shen Cheng looked at the black memory card in his hand, staring silently for a while.
Jian Shiwu's voice came from behind, with some doubts: "Class representative?"
Shen Cheng turned to look at him.
"What are you guys talking about?" Jian Shiwu held a bottle of water and asked curiously, "I seem to have seen him give you something just now. What is it?"
A small card is held in the palm of the hand, and its weight and presence are almost negligible.
But it is so heavy, like a mountain pressing down on my heart, it seems to be silently reminding me, laughing and saying:
Look, Shen Cheng, what a despicable person you are.
Shen Cheng looked down at Jian Shiwu, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled into a smile: "It's nothing, it's nothing important."
But…
If not, how can you get what you want
The author has something to say: Shen Cheng, the Messenger of Justice, inserted the card and set it as wallpaper.
"Are you like me bowing your head in the sun, sweating and working hard silently, are you like me busy pursuing all day long, wandering on the cross streets again and again, I know my future is not a dream, I live every minute seriously "-"My future is not a dream"
Portraits and documentary photography are not allowed to be exhibited or used without my permission. — Definition of Baidu self-portrait rights
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