Taiyinzi sat down, hesitant to speak several times, feeling uneasy.
Luo Qiu saw it in his eyes, thinking about what kind of role this old Taoist priest played in his sect five hundred years ago, but he didn't speak.
"Master... you, would you like something to drink?"
Taiyinzi said it abruptly, but he already regretted the words just after he said it... He clearly felt the gaze from the maid.
Sharp, playful... dark blue.
Taking care of the master's food and daily life... Old Daoist, I really didn't intend to steal your job, don't look at me like this, Tai Yinzi suddenly shuddered like never before.
"I'm not thirsty." Luo Qiu knew Tai Yinzi was fidgeting.
He chuckled lightly, and said encouragingly: "Tai Yinzi, do you still remember that five hundred years ago, the rivers and lakes belonged to you?"
Taiyinzi was taken aback.
After a moment of surprise, he was obviously lost in thought.
Five hundred years ago... the rivers and lakes that belonged to him
What is it like
In a daze, Taiyinzi seemed to see thousands of mountains and rivers... It was a very long river and lake.
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The trio in the club fell silent.
The maid is used to waiting, and the boss enjoys the waiting process, and Tai Yinzi of the Black Soul, he may also be waiting for something.
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In the separate room for the singers who will be on stage in the backstage, the makeup artist is busy making up Cheng Yiran. According to the rules of the program group, the order in which the participating singers will appear is determined by the votes of the audience... The more votes, the more you look forward to It is more playing behind.
Cheng Yiran was the first to play.
But Li Zifeng said it was okay, because he believed that Cheng Yiran could conquer everyone's ears from the very beginning.
"We've come this far, don't think about anything now." Li Zifeng pressed Cheng Yiran's shoulder and looked at him in the mirror: "Wait a minute, burst out all your energy, starting tonight, let Everyone remembers your name."
Li Zifeng is indeed a person who can mobilize emotions.
Even though he has all kinds of methods that are not upright, there is no doubt that his methods are effective, aren't they
There is no doubt that the newcomer to singing already trusts him quite a bit. Li Zifeng believes that this relationship will become stronger in the days to come.
"Quietly tell you a piece of news, Mr. Zhong is also here."
Li Zifeng said seriously at this time: "Have you felt it? The company attaches great importance to you. Do you feel that what I said to you has added to your pressure? But you have to be clear, if you can't even bear the pressure if… "
At this moment, Cheng Yiran suddenly waved his hand, "I want to be quiet for a while... before going on stage."
"Okay then, I'll call you when the time is up." Li Zifeng nodded: "I'll wait for you outside the door."
Cheng Yiran sat in the small rest room. He put the guitar on his legs, plucked it lightly, and looked at himself in the mirror.
"It's finally here."
"Did you see? I've finally come this far, with you and my dreams... our dreams."
The me here is himself, but the you here are not Hong Guan. Cheng Yiran thought that the me here could refer to himself and Hong Guan, but now he is the only one left.
"But it's okay." Cheng Yiran said to himself.
Just because, the you here... just be you.
Cheng Yiran began to change from randomly plucking the strings to playing rhythmically. What he played was an original work that he had never completed, which he had never been able to complete and was not originally his original work.
"You... can you hear me?"
Today, he intends to finish it.
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"You... Did you see it too? Same for him, he's about to play, the first one."
In the auditorium, Hong Guan sat silently in the seat given by the admission ticket, unexpectedly approaching the front of the stage. He eventually walked in.
Looking at this stage, Hong Guan couldn't help but think of the scene when he first stepped onto the stage... Of course, the stage at that time couldn't be compared with this one.
It was just a small place in an alley in the old capital... a tavern.
A few young people who were still chasing their musical dreams back then formed a band, fearing neither the sky nor the earth.
They didn't even have their own posters. The first time they played, they simply wrote the name of the band on the blackboard at the entrance of the venue, and then the ticket price.
Hong Guan clearly remembered that for the first concert, only five tickets were sold for 50 yuan each. It's not even worth their meals for a day.
However, this first time was something he could remember for the rest of his life.
Shouldn't we remember those who performed with a dream...our beginning
Time goes by.
Hong Guan could no longer hear what the host on the stage was saying. But he suddenly heard a lot of applause... He knew that Cheng Yiran was about to play.
This kind of warm applause probably also has a credit for the host. But Hong Guan thought, Feiyun Entertainment probably also had a share.
Seven or eight young people sat at the front of the stage, holding a fluorescent sign with Cheng Yiran's name in their hands.
The fan meeting is already on display, so fast.
But obviously, I haven't really released a formal single yet.
"Welcome our first singer to debut! Cheng Yiran!" The host pointed to the singer's exit channel quite generously: "In the end, can this newcomer burst out with great energy and conquer all of us? Please! "
In the center of the stage, a figure appeared in the aisle. When the spotlight shone on, Hong Guan saw this familiar yet unfamiliar face... But he thought, Cheng Yiran couldn't see him, because he was sitting dark place.
Shining and dim, separated by this stage is the stage, and the stage is separated by two different worlds.
Cheng Yiran didn't wave at any of the audience here, but simply walked out with the guitar in his hand.
The scene is quiet.
But Cheng Yiran seemed to be quieter than all the people here.
He just silently plugged the electric guitar cable into the sound effect, then hung it up, closed his eyes, and stood alone in front of the towering microphone.
The audience is still silent... uncharacteristically silent.
Because looking at Cheng Yiran's appearance at the moment, it seems that he intends to be here alone... solo? What about the band musicians
There is no bass player, no drummer, and no electric piano player.
And the on-site music conductor teacher also looked at it in astonishment... Such a singer who reported his own playing and singing naturally didn't need to use the on-site music performance.
But this newcomer... just came up alone.
"What's going on?" Li Zifeng was watching from under the stage, his brows furrowed, and he quickly called, "Why is Cheng Yiran the only one playing? Are there other musicians?"
"Producer Li, when we were on stage, Mr. Cheng dismissed us all and said that we are no longer needed."
"What?" Li Zifeng almost had the urge to drop the phone, subconsciously angrily said: "What the hell is he trying to do? He just has a guitar... What is he going to do??"
"We don't know, we're angry too... Is this to entertain us?"
"You guys wait first." Li Zifeng took a deep breath.
What he needs to do most is to do some crisis management... But the problem is, Cheng Yiran is already on stage, and if he stops suddenly at this time, his face will be too ugly.
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"Is this Cheng Yiran?"
On the special seats above the recording studio, through the opened curtain, Zhang Qingrui looked at the center of the stage below... looking at this man who should have left his young and impulsive age.
Cheng Yiran didn't impress Zhang Qingrui too much with his simple appearance, but she felt quite strange about this way of going up the stage alone.
"Didn't it mean that he was following the path of rock and roll?" Zhang Yurui asked curiously, "Is the first song a solo?"
"Cheng Yun?" Zhong Luochen just asked indifferently.
Cheng Yun hurriedly said: "Second Young Master, this is not what we arranged. According to the plan, here he should sing a single. We all invited the best songwriters to tailor it for Cheng Yiran... There may be some What misunderstanding? How about I communicate with the program team now?"
"No need." Zhong Luochen shook his head, and said calmly, "Let's see what he plans to do."
Zhang Qingrui glanced at Zhong Luochen indifferently, then raised the binoculars in her hand, and then scanned the front of the stage again... The round lenses infinitely narrowed the distance between her sight and the stage.
However, at the moment of moving, Zhang Qingrui suddenly stopped.
what did she see
Right in the first row, she saw her amazing classmate!
Zhang Qingrui suddenly put down the binoculars in her hand and frowned... She did this very gently, at least she was sure that it didn't attract the attention of Zhong Luochen and Cheng Yun.
At this moment, Miss Zhang's heart moved. When she raised the binoculars in her hand again, and when she focused her eyes on that position again, she saw nothing again.
Eyes... are they spent
And at this moment, there was a voice... Cheng Yiran's voice.
"There was a girl who liked rock 'n' roll more than anyone else. There was a girl who left me a song that wasn't finished. Tonight, I'm going to finish it."
The pick lightly swept across the guitar, and the crisp tone was like hands with magic power, which gently grasped the hearts of everyone at once.
Cheng Yiran slowly opened his eyes: "I wrote the lyrics myself, maybe it's not good...but I give it to you."
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"This is... Xiaomeng's song!"
In the auditorium, Hong Guan stood up abruptly... and was the first to stand up.
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