"The singer's stage is about to usher in the last substitute singer!"
On the stage, a gorgeously dressed supporter said loudly into the microphone: "I believe everyone must be very curious about this new backup singer! Who is this person? Hey, I can give you some information! According to As far as I know, this backup singer and Cheng Yiran, who won the first place with almost unanimous votes in our last program, once formed a band together!"
But at this time, there was a warm... boos!
Only a few, a few dozen people made a sound of wonder. They came from the audience last time. But the tens of thousands of people at the scene could only watch the live broadcast or replay on the Internet.
They have mostly scolded the so-called champion of the previous period this week.
The host probably didn't expect such a contrasting scene... It seemed that he couldn't suppress the emotions of the audience.
But he was thick-skinned enough, so he smiled and said: "It seems that everyone is quite enthusiastic? Then it's not too late... Let's invite our last singer for today! Please!"
Coming out of the stage backstage, Hong Guan took a deep breath after hearing what the host said, and walked to the aisle where he came out. At this time...he was not the only one beside him.
There were two other young men of the same age, dressed in ordinary clothes.
They each looked at each other, nodded, put each other's shoulders on each other, and took a step.
walked out!
The scene seemed very quiet at this time... It was so quiet that it was a little creepy. But Hong Guan bit the bullet, hung on Cheng Yiran's guitar, and walked to the position of the lead singer.
As for the remaining two young people, one walked to the electronic piano, and the other walked to the jazz drum and sat down!
There was still silence at the scene... Hong Guan knew that he was not famous, and to these tens of thousands of people, he and them were just a stranger, and just because of a chance, he stepped onto this large stage.
The audience's reaction was so... normal.
But he didn't care, but his eyes were looking around the rows of seats in front of the stage. Hong Guan took a deep breath, picked up his microphone, and said in a nervous but powerful voice, "I know it's a little Foul... But please allow me to say a few words before the official start. Because I know that I may never have the opportunity to say these words on such a big stage... Thank you."
Hong Guan bowed deeply in front of everyone.
The audience in the audience was still very quiet at this moment... silently looking at the stage, looking at the big screen, and watching the three ugly guys coming out of the backstage... Who are these
No one knows who they really are... except one.
Except for a stunned young man who appeared near the entrance of the auditorium, sweating and panting... Cheng Yiran who finally got the bass from the afro-haired old man.
But he looked at Hong Guan on the stage in shock... and the other two beside Hong Guan, "They... why are they all there?"
The band again, except him, Hong Guan, and Xiaomeng who had already disappeared, the other two... the other two, guys who had quit a long time ago!
"Cheng is the same!"
The bowing Hong Guan suddenly raised his head at this moment, and shouted loudly into the microphone: "Cheng Yiran!! Did you hear that! Are you here! Are you looking at me! I am Hong Guan! He is a little demon!! He It’s Lao Mo!! Are you watching!! We are here!!! We are all here!!!”
"I'm sorry!" Hong Guan took a deep breath, facing the surprised audience, he roared loudly: "I'm sorry!! We quit one by one at the beginning!! We broke our previous promise one by one!! Life! Livelihood! Stress! We are weighed down by reality! We have to give up! To survive! Sorry!! We are all cowards! Sorry!!!"
"To be honest! I once hated you! There was a moment when I was extremely jealous of you! I never thought about it, just after the day when I couldn't hold on and you proposed that I also quit, not long after , you were appreciated! You stepped onto the stage that we never thought of before! I'm so jealous! I really have to blame myself! Blame myself, why don't you hold on for a few more days!"
"But that day when I watched you sing our "again" on the stage in the recording studio, I suddenly understood... I understand, we have never paid so much like you!"
"Yes! Cheng Yiran! Are you here! Are you looking at us? We are all here now!!" Hong Guan's eyes were dotted with white and spotlight silver, "I know you must be here! So, I just want to say one thing! You bastard, get out on this stage immediately! Because... "
He took a deep breath, used up all the oxygen in his lungs, and roared: "Because we, only together, is the real "again" band!!! It is the "again" brought to us by Xiaomeng!!"
"Cheng Yiran! Come out!!" Hong Guan glared in front of him, "Could it be your turn to be a coward this time!! Cheng Yiran!!"
The roar was like a subwoofer turned up to the maximum volume, vibrating beside Cheng Yiran, accompanied by his heartbeat... strong and powerful.
A force from nowhere made him subconsciously take the first step... the second step!
Walk in one step, walk in two steps, walk in three steps... run!
He ran down the stairs, rushed past the camera in front of the stage, and climbed up from below the stage like a madman.
Panting, he stood on the edge of the stage, glared at Hong Guan, and Cheng Yiran said angrily: "How dare you say it again! Who is a coward!!"
"Who are you!"
Hong Guan stared back without giving in!
"Your uncle!"
"You stupid ass!!"
Cheng Yiran raised his hand and raised the bass in his hand, "Take it back!!"
Hong Guan was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise, "You...how did you find it?"
Cheng Yiran smiled and said, "I picked it up on the road!"
Hong Guan laughed, and suddenly reached out and took out two necklaces from his collar. He tore off one of them forcefully, and then threw it towards Cheng Yiran.
When he caught the necklace, Cheng Yiran suddenly raised his head, "You... where did you find it?"
Hong Guan said softly: "Stupid donkey, I also picked it up on the road... Come on, Cheng Yiran. Without you, I, we can't do it."
He walked towards Hong Guan subconsciously... Hong Guan didn't know the magic power of that guitar, but he still bravely stood on this stage, even if he might face ridicule and boos, he still dared!
And I'm... scared!
My music, not like this!
The music I want, our rock... not like this! Me... It turns out that I also gave up on myself unconsciously, just thinking that with the guitar over there and its magic power, I can ignore everything.
"Ah, I'm really an ass!"
…
"What are you doing? Forcibly sensationalizing? It has been arranged long ago?"
"Is it for the effect of the show? It's so fake..."
"Hush!!!"
Faced with the audience's comments and curses below, the director of the program group had no choice but to ask for instructions... Why is it so messed up? Feiyun Entertainment's newcomer this time
As the director of the show, he really didn't know that such an incident would happen... The same is true for this process, didn't he say that he was injured in a car crash and temporarily unable to participate in the competition
What made the director even more depressed was... the quick response from the top management. The director only heard that the senior executives seemed to be a little depressed on the phone, and said helplessly... Agreed!
hell! !
But the director really couldn't bear this physical order, so he could only quickly arrange for the host to withstand the pressure of the scene and announce that he agreed to Cheng Yiran's reappearance... It was a farce!
The director has even seen through the lens of the camera that many audience members have stood up and left towards the exit of the auditorium... Probably after this, there will be another endless abuse on the Internet, right
This program has suffered the biggest black history! However, what made the director even more indignant was that Hong Guan, who was making trouble, and Cheng Yiran, who was doing the same thing, said this on stage now... as if they didn't take it seriously at all!
These two... are they actually some kind of mysterious second generation? Is there a mysterious force behind it
But no matter how depressed the director was, Cheng Yiran and Hong Guan, as well as the little demon and the old devil, reunited on the stage. They were talking, waiting for the arrangement of the program group.
"Little demon, old devil... Hong Guan, how did you find them?" Cheng Yiran asked curiously.
"Oh, I found Director Cheng." Hong Guan also had a surprised face: "Actually, when I was asked to take the stage, I suddenly had this idea. So I mentioned it, but I didn't expect Director Cheng to find someone for me." Here it comes... and at an incredible speed!"
The little demon with long hair and a public face said now, "Well... just after I got off work, a few guys in black clothes snatched them into the car, covered their heads, and passed out... After waking up, That's it."
The old devil also said with lingering fear: "I am the same! I was kidnapped here just after returning home from teaching the drumming lesson. If I hadn't seen Hong Guan here, I would have thought I was kidnapped... But it's not right? I I can't support myself, who will tie me up?"
The little demon suddenly said: "But... I'm sorry. Cheng Yiran, Hong Guan, I was the first to quit. I didn't expect you to think of me here. I never dreamed that I would walk on this stage, although I said... "
Xiao Yao glanced at the auditorium, shook his head and said, "Although it seems that I don't want to see it very much."
"Mother Xipi!" The old devil said, "It's hard to come up once, we can't lose it! Do it! Sing and sing! Labor and management used to be known as the little drumming king of Houhai, who is afraid of anyone!"
"It seems to be agreed." Hong Guan took a look, then looked at everyone and said, "Since we are here, let us make our voice heard! Even if it is only this time, we must let the world remember us!"
Hong Guan stretched out his hand, and the little demon and the old devil also put their hands on Hong Guan's palm, and the three of them looked at Cheng Yiran at the same time. Cheng Yiran looked at the three with complicated expressions, took a deep breath, and gently covered the top with his palm.
"What are we!"
"Again Band!!"
"Again, what are we!!"
"Again!!!!!!"
With smiles on their faces, they raised their heads bravely facing the unusually indifferent audience on the field and those figures who had already started to leave.
At this time, Hong Guan took off the hanging guitar and handed it to Cheng Yiran, without saying a word: "You come!"
"Wait... Me, I'll just play the bass." Cheng Yiran hesitated subconsciously, then shook his head, this guitar...he couldn't play it.
If so, it would be better to fulfill Hong Guan at this time.
But Hong Guan didn't care, the guitar was firmly put on Cheng Yiran's body, and he put on the bass, "Stupid, I'm your bass player!"
Cheng Yiran silently swept over the guitar strings and nodded.
"Your finger... can it work?"
"If it's this song, no problem." Cheng Yiran said with certainty.
He looked at Hong Guan, at Xiao Yao, at Lao Mo... and found that when the guitar sounded just now, they were not obsessed. In other words, he still couldn't really use the guitar.
But... so what
Can't use... so what
Cheng Yiran walked to the position of the lead singer, Hong Guan was beside him, the little demon was behind him, and the old devil was behind him... If it doesn't work, so what
The audience spit, so what
So what if someone leaves
I've been singing like this... I've been singing like this! I have experienced no one cares about me, wandered through the streets, and spent precarious days, and I have come over.
Cheng Yiran thought about the road he walked with that afro-haired old man, and remembered the moment when he looked back and saw the gymnasium.
Xiaomeng, I'm sorry, forgive me for lying to myself all the time. I thought my persistence was only because of you, in order to fulfill your dream... for it, I have persisted until now.
But when I fulfilled your dream and brought your song to the world, I finally understood.
I should let you go.
Time for me to... face up to my own rock and roll.
Because of me, I have always loved it... I love it, not for others!
Goodbye, little dream...my most beautiful dream.
And now, I want to once again... once again, rely on myself to pursue my own rock and roll dream!
This time, for myself!
Even... no one cares about it!
Whether, this guitar works or not... I want to play it, play it, play it until my finger breaks, and I want to play it!
Closing his eyes and adjusting his emotions, Cheng Yiran held the microphone in his hand and said softly: "Forgive us for our willfulness and the farce just now. But... our voice will be reissued here. The next song, once Be with us through many hardships. I think many people will also be inspired by it. The band that wrote this song is also our favorite... and our goal!"
The sound of the electronic piano slowly came to mind.
Cheng Yiran closed his eyes and began to sing softly.
Today, I watch the snow drift by in the cold night
Flying far away with a cooled heart
In the wind and rain, chase
Indistinguishable in the fog
The sky is vast, you and me, can they change (who is not changing)...
…
Turning back, the person who left suddenly turned back.
Those impatient people suddenly became quiet.
They watched them on the screen silently, listening to the words of that sentence.
Listening to the confluence of guitar, bass, electric piano, and jazz drums.
stopped.
All stopped.
In the night sky, Luo Qiu listened attentively, as if he felt that this was not enough, so he gently covered his ears with his palms, and whispered softly: "I heard this song, their song. I finally heard it, so beautiful, so beautiful. "