Taiyinzi sat down, he wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.
Luoqiu looked at him, thinking about what kind of role this old Taoist was in his sect 500 years ago, but he didn't say anything.
"Master … do you, do you want something to drink?"
Taiyinzi said suddenly, but he regretted it as soon as he spoke … He clearly felt the gaze from Miss Servant Girl.
It was sharp and playful … deep blue.
Taking care of the master's food and living … I really don't want to steal your job. Don't look at me like that. Taiyinzi suddenly shivered.
"I'm not thirsty." Luoqiu looked at Taiyinzi's restless appearance, he knew what was going on.
He chuckled, as if encouraging him, "Taiyinzi, do you still remember the Jianghu that belonged to you 500 years ago?"
Taiyinzi was stunned.
After being stunned for a while, he obviously fell into deep thought.
500 years ago … the Jianghu that belonged to him?
What was it like?
Taiyinzi seemed to see thousands of mountains and rivers in a trance … that was the Jianghu from a very long time ago.
…
The three members of the club then quieted down.
Miss Servant Girl was used to waiting, and the boss would enjoy the process of waiting. And Taiyinzi of Onyx Soul might also be waiting for something.
…
…
The makeup artist was busy dressing up Cheng Yiran in a separate room provided for the singers backstage — according to the rules of the program, the order of the singers was decided by the audience's votes … The more votes the singer had, the more anticipated he would be the last singer to appear on the stage.
Cheng Yiran was the first one to appear.
But Li Zifeng said it was okay, because he believed that Cheng Yiran could conquer everyone's ears at the beginning.
"You've already come this far, don't think about anything now." Li Zifeng pressed Cheng Yiran's shoulder, looking at him in the mirror, "Wait a moment, burst out all your energy. From tonight on, let everyone remember your name."
Li Zifeng was indeed a person who was good at stirring up emotions.
Even if he had all kinds of unorthodox means — but no doubt, his means were effective, weren't they?
There was no doubt that this new singer already trusted him quite a bit. Li Zifeng believed that this relationship would become stronger in the days to come.
"I'll tell you a secret, Mr. Zhong is also here."
At this time, Li Zifeng said seriously, "You feel it, right? The company's attention to you. Don't you feel like I'm adding to your stress by telling you all this? But you should know that if you can't even bear this pressure … "
Cheng Yiran suddenly waved his hand, "I want to be alone … before I go on the stage."
"Well, I'll call you when it's time." Li Zifeng nodded. "I'll wait for you outside."
Sitting in the lounge to to rest to sit to rest to rest. He put the guitar on his legs and gently strummed it while looking at himself in the mirror.
"I've finally come to this point."
"You see it? I've finally come to this point, with you and my dream … our dream. "
The 'I' here was himself, but the 'you' here wasn't Hong Guan — Cheng Yiran once thought that the 'I' here could refer to himself and Hong Guan, but now he was the only one left.
"But it doesn't matter." Cheng Yiran said to himself.
Just because the 'you' here … was still you.
Cheng Yiran started to play rhythmically instead of casually plucking the strings — he was playing an unfinished original composition that he couldn't finish — and it wasn't his original composition.
"You … Can you hear it?"
Today, he intended to finish it.
…
"You … You see it too? Yiran, he's going to go on the stage, the first one. "
In the auditorium, Hong Guan sat silently — the seat given by the admission ticket was unexpectedly close to the front of the stage. He finally walked in.
Looking at the stage, Hong Guan couldn't help but recall the scene when he walked on the stage for the first time … Of course, the stage at that time couldn't be compared with this one.
It was just a small place in the alley of the old capital … a small pub.
That year, several young people who were still pursuing their music dreams formed a band. They were not afraid of heaven or earth.
They didn't even have their own posters. Their first performance was on the blackboard at the entrance of the pub, where the name of the band and the price of the ticket were simply written.
Hong Guan clearly remembered that only five tickets were sold for the first performance — 50 yuan each. It was even less than their meal for a day.
However, this first performance could be remembered by him for a lifetime.
Shouldn't we remember those who performed with dreams … our beginning?
Time flew.
Hong Guan couldn't hear clearly what the host on the stage said. But he suddenly heard a lot of applause … He knew that Cheng Yiran was going to go on the stage.
This kind of warm applause was probably due to the host's contribution. But Hong Guan thought that Feiyun Entertainment probably also had a share.
Seven or eight young people sat in the front of the stage, holding a fluorescent sign with Cheng Yiran's name in their hands.
Have they already developed a fan club? That's really fast.
But obviously, they haven't really released an official single.
"Let's welcome our first singer! Cheng Yiran! " The host generously pointed to the passage where the singer walked out, "In the end, can this newcomer explode with great energy and conquer all of us? Let's welcome her! "
In the center of the stage, a figure appeared in the passage. When the magnesium light shone, Hong Guan saw this familiar yet strange face … But he thought that Cheng Yiran couldn't see him because he was sitting in a dark place.
The stage was between the brilliance and the dimness, and the stage was also between two different worlds.
Cheng Yiran didn't wave to any audience here. She simply carried the guitar and walked out like this.
The scene was quiet.
But Cheng Yiran seemed to be quieter than everyone here.
He just silently plugged the electric guitar into the sound effect and hung it up. Closing her eyes, she stood alone in front of the towering microphone.
The audience was still silent … unusually silent.
Because looking at Cheng Yiran's appearance, she seemed to be planning to … solo here? Where were the musicians?
There was no Besse, no drummer, and no electric guitar player.
And the music director was also stunned … A singer like this who reported her performance naturally didn't need to use the music on the spot.
But this newcomer … just came up alone.
"What's the matter?" Li Zifeng watched from below the stage and couldn't help but frown. He quickly made a phone call, "Why is Cheng Yiran the only one on stage? Where are the other musicians? "
"Producer Li, when it was time to go on stage, Mr. Cheng asked us to leave and said that we were not needed."
"What?" Li Zifeng almost had an impulse to throw the phone away. He subconsciously said angrily, "What does he want to do? He only has a guitar … what is he going to do?? "
"We don't know, we are also angry … is he kidding us?"
"Wait a moment." Li Zifeng took a deep breath.
What he needed to do most was to deal with the crisis … but the problem was, Cheng Yiran was already on the stage, if he suddenly stopped, his face would be too ugly.
…
"Is this Cheng Yiran?"
On the special seat above the studio, Zhang Qingrui looked at the center of the stage through the opened curtain … looking at this man who should have already left the impulsive age of youth.
Cheng Yiran didn't leave a deep impression on Zhang Qingrui based on his appearance — but the way he came up alone made her feel quite strange.
"Didn't you say that he is a rock singer?" Zhang Qingrui 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 planned. According to the plan, he should sing a single here. We have invited the best songwriters to tailor the songs for Cheng Yiran … Well, there might be some misunderstandings in the process. Do you want me to communicate with the program group now? "
"No need." Zhong Luochen shook his head, saying indifferently, "Let's see what he is going to do."
Zhang Qingrui glanced at Zhong Luochen indifferently, then raised the binoculars in her hand, and then swept to the front of the stage again … the round lenses infinitely narrowed the distance between her sight and the stage.
But at the moment of moving, Zhang Qingrui suddenly stopped.
What did she see?
In the first row, she saw her amazing classmate!
Zhang Qingrui suddenly put down the binoculars in her hand, frowning … She did it very lightly, at least she was sure that it didn't attract the attention of Zhong Luochen and Cheng Yun.
Zhang Qingrui's heart moved at this moment. When she raised the binoculars again, her eyes converged on that position again, but she didn't see anything.
Was she … dazzled?
At this moment, a voice sounded … Cheng Yiran's voice.
"There is a girl, she likes rock more than anyone else. There is a girl, she left an unfinished song for me. This night, I plan to finish it. "
The plectrum lightly swept over the guitar, the crisp tone was like a pair of magical hands, gently grasping the hearts of the audience.
Cheng Yiran slowly opened his eyes, "I wrote the lyrics myself, maybe it's not good … but I give it to you, 'Again'."
…
"This is … Xiaomeng's song!"
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