When You Ye returned, he saw Tai Yinzi staring at the surroundings intently. If he was given a knife, what kind of posture would it be
Of course, it's like the posture of the unnamed but extremely hard-working guard of the fourth rank of the Imperial Palace with a knife.
"Owner."
"I'm back." Luo Qiu nodded, "You didn't encounter any trouble, did you?"
The maid came closer and said softly: "It's a monster with fairly good strength. It should be just a curiosity, nothing else. I have already warned the other party. Master, is it okay to deal with it this way?"
"Just do as you wish." Luo Qiu smiled, and suddenly waved his hand and twisted the clothes on You Ye's shoulders, twisting something.
"This is..." You Ye frowned, she always likes to be clean and free from dust.
"It looks like a hair." Luo Qiu waved his hand and gently swept the maid lady's shoulder, "It should be left by the monster just now."
"Master, You Ye was too careless this time." For some reason, the maid showed a remorse-like expression for the first time.
"You said it all, it's a pretty good monster, and it's normal to have some tricks that people don't notice."
Luo Qiu smiled, and stretched out his hand to wipe away the slight frown on You Ye's brow, "Eastern and Western systems are different, and our source of power is even more different from all systems, so it's not a strange thing that we don't notice it once and a half. "
As he spoke, Luo Qiu looked at the short hair on his hand... The golden hair was only about half the length of a finger. Boss Luo suddenly opened his palm, letting the hair lie flat in his palm.
Suddenly, it automatically broke into countless small pieces, as fine as dust, and it disappeared completely after taking a breath.
"It's like a lion that doesn't pay attention to ants crawling on the ground." Luo Qiu said calmly, then suddenly smiled, and looked at You Ye again, "There's no need to blame yourself. But it's okay to be upset, because it will look cute that way Some, and it’s the first time I’ve seen it.”
You Ye nodded, but in an instant, she returned to the appearance of the maid who was almost omnipotent in the club.
"Let's watch the show." Luo Qiu looked at the dance floor and saw two young people holding their musical instruments, waving and walking out from behind the stage.
Apart from anything else, the explosive sound of the music has already come to mind. As a guitarist, Cheng Yiran immediately started his personal solo. His fingers on the strings are like a powerful engine, which further improves the sound effect.
After Luo Qiu drank the last sip of 'gin-fizz', he suddenly said: "Tai Yinzi, since you have found a benefactor again, go to work."
"Pindao...Pindao knows." Tai Yinzi nodded.
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Some say country rock is dead. Others say it's still there.
For Cheng Yiran, of course it still exists. For those who love it, it's still there.
But it is undeniable that no matter how many voices say it is still there, the number of people who like it has been decreasing, and the number of people who understand it has been decreasing.
Such a situation may really hurt the rock musicians... They can't hear it, they can't say it, all kinds of arguments, but in the end they are powerless and unable to deal with the mainstream public.
They either fought against the Confucian scholars in certain forums, or made a bloody way to bring it to various large-scale stages time and time again.
But, in this country with a population of 140 million, there are still too few of them.
Whether this country will one day reproduce the grand occasion of rock and roll that was popular all over the country decades ago, who knows
After all, there are too few successful people walking on this road. Without the beauty of the prosperous age, you cannot become an idol group and become popular quickly. Without a strong backer, you can only earn thousands of people on the same stage. Without strong strength, you can only be full of enthusiasm. just...
Only in this kind of place.
It is indeed unusually lively below the stage... But the excitement is not because of the music at this moment, but because of the alcohol already in the head and the beauty around you.
Cheng Yiran's fingers moved faster and faster, but he gradually felt pain and numbness in his fingers. When I was learning guitar for the first time, I often felt pain and numbness in my fingers, but it was far less than the pain at this moment.
He tried his best to play everything, at best, it was just a tool for the people here... to enhance the atmosphere.
The music played again, but no one looked at him.
This is not what he wants... as if a voice whispered softly in his ear: Is this what you want
Is it his own voice? Or someone else's voice
Cheng Yiran suddenly couldn't hear the lively voices below the stage.
He seemed to be deaf all of a sudden, a buzzing sound kept circling in his mind, lingering, becoming more ferocious, stabbing his pride, his persistence, his persistence Broken, nothing left.
Cheng Yiran came back to his senses under a huge broken sound. There are many speakers placed under the stage, and a piercing beeping sound is constantly being repeated at this time.
Cheng Yiran looked at the bottom of the stage in surprise and fear. Those so-called 'audience' who didn't look at him all looked at him in astonishment.
Cheng Yiran subconsciously looked at his hands, at the electric guitar he was hanging... at the string that was broken by his madness and numbness.
Broken string, he played the broken string.
Cheng Yiran moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but at this moment he suddenly felt a kind of fear and panic.
He was at a loss, and his body almost instinctively stepped back step by step.
Seeing this situation, Hong Guan who was next to him quickly flicked the electric bass hanging on his body, and started to save the scene.
"It's not what I want." He said softly.
"That's not what I want," he whispered.
"This is not... what I want!!" He suddenly yelled.
Boom!
He suddenly untied the electric guitar that was hanging on his body, fell heavily on the stage, turned around and rushed out of the stage, leaving only surprise and bewilderment, and Hong Guan's sigh.
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Cheng Yiran kept pouring water on his face with both hands, in a bathroom of this nightclub.
He had already thoroughly wet his face along with his hair... He was just doing this kind of thing subconsciously... Maybe it was because Hong Guan once said.
Let him calm down, whether it's anger or something else.
Cheng Yiran raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was glued to pieces by the water and slapped on his face indiscriminately. There is no doubt that even he himself can feel that the face in the mirror is a complete loser.
Leaning against the wall, let the body slide down and sit down naturally, letting his hands hang down naturally, touching the cold floor and lowering his head, Cheng Yiran just let himself sit like this, and his mind went blank.
Suddenly, he stretched his neck vigorously, and took a necklace hanging inside: a brand necklace made of metal, and ruthlessly withdrew it, and then ruthlessly threw it out.
Cheng Yiran suddenly smiled, maybe he was laughing at himself... He stood up, left the bathroom in a daze, let the water on his face and hair drip on the ground all the way, climbed the stairs all the way, and finally came to this roof of a building.
Cheng Yiran was heading towards a place where he felt he could end it.
Standing on the edge, looking down at the street below, Cheng Yiran opened his hands, closed his eyes, and relaxed his body.
"It's a pity to die like this."
The voice was so clear that Cheng Yiran subconsciously opened his eyes.
But the voice was still ringing: "Since you don't even intend to take this life, why don't you use it to exchange for something else?"
"Who? Who's here?"
Cheng Yiran didn't see any figure, only heard this strange voice.
"If I say, I can exchange your soul for your success, would you be willing?"
"Who is here!!!"
"You are here, and only you are here... and yourself who can make your wishes come true."
The voice became thicker, "Come on... as long as you are willing, you can realize your wish, and you may even use your music to conquer the world. Come on..."
"Come on... come with me..."
As if attracted by something, Cheng Yiran's footsteps began to move away from this edge... He still couldn't see any figure except himself.
But as if he knew where to go, he walked down the stairs step by step, and then came to the door of a box in this nightclub.
Cheng Yiran pushed open the door, and it was dark inside. The lights were not turned on, and only two figures could be vaguely seen.
Sitting together, standing together. (.)