"The singer's stage is about to welcome the last substitute singer!"
On the stage, the gorgeously dressed supporter said loudly into the microphone, "I believe everyone must be very curious about this new substitute singer! Who is this person? Hey, I can give you some information! As far as I know, this substitute singer has formed a band with Cheng Yiran, who won the first place with almost all the votes in the last episode! "
But at this time, there was enthusiastic … booing!
Only a few, very few dozens of people exclaimed — they were the audience from the last episode. But the tens of thousands of people present could only watch the live broadcast on the Internet, or the replay.
For the past week, they had mostly been cursing the so-called champion of the previous episode.
The host probably didn't expect such a contrast … He seemed to be unable to suppress the emotions of the audience.
But he was thick-skinned enough, so he said with a fake smile, "It seems that everyone is quite enthusiastic? Then let's not delay … Let's welcome the last singer of today! Let's welcome him! "
Backstage, after hearing the host's words, Hong Guan took a deep breath and walked to the entrance. At this time … he was not alone.
There were two young men of similar age, wearing ordinary clothes.
They looked at each other and nodded, then put their hands on each other's shoulders and stepped out.
They walked out!
At this time, the scene was very quiet … so quiet that it made people's hair stand on end. Hong Guan braced himself, holding Cheng Yiran's guitar and walked to the lead singer's position.
And the other two young men, one walked to the front of the electronic piano, and the other walked to the front of the jazz drum and sat down!
The scene was still deathly silent … Hong Guan knew that he wasn't famous. To these tens of thousands of people, he was just a stranger to them. It was only because of an opportunity that he stepped onto this large stage.
The reaction of the audience was so … normal.
But he didn't care, but looked around the rows of seats in front of the stage. Hong Guan took a deep breath and picked up his microphone. His voice was a bit nervous but strong, "I know it's a bit against the rules … but please allow me to say a few words before the official start. Because I know I may not have the chance to say these words on such a big stage in the future … Thank you. "
Hong Guan made a deep bow in front of the people.
The audience was still very quiet at this time … They silently looked at the stage, looked at the screen, and looked at the three ugly guys who came out from the backstage … Who are they?
No one knew who they were … except for one.
Except for a sweaty, panting young man who appeared near the entrance of the stage … Cheng Yiran, who took Besse from the old man with the afro.
He was shocked to see Hong Guan on the stage … and the other two people beside Hong Guan, "They … Why are they all here?"
Again band, except for him, except for Hong Guan, except for Little Dream who had disappeared, the other two … The other two guys who had quit long ago!
"Cheng Yiran!"
Hong Guan, who was bowing, suddenly raised his head and shouted at the microphone, "Cheng Yiran!! Do you hear me! Are you here? Are you looking at me?! I am Hong Guan! He is Little Demon!! He is the Old Devil!! Are you looking at me?! We are here!!! We are all here!!! "
"I'm sorry!" Hong Guan took a deep breath, facing the surprised audience, and roared loudly, "I'm sorry!! At first, we quit one by one!! One by one, we broke our previous promise!! Life! Livelihood! Pressure! We are so overwhelmed by reality that we can't even lift our heads! We have to give up! To survive! I'm sorry!! We are all cowards! I'm sorry!!! "
"To be honest! I used to hate you! For a moment, I was extremely jealous of you! I never thought that after the day when I couldn't hold on any longer and proposed to you that I would quit, you would be recognized not long after! You walked on the stage that we never thought of before! I was really jealous! I really blamed myself! Blamed myself, why didn't I hold on for a few more days! "
"But when I saw you singing our song 'Again' on the stage in the recording studio that day, I suddenly understood … Understood, we have never been like you, sacrificing so much!"
"Yiran! Cheng Yiran! Are you here?! Are you looking at us? We are all here now!! "Hong Guan's eyes flashed with white and silver light," I know you must be here! So, I only want to say one sentence! You bastard, get up on this stage right now! Because … "
He took a deep breath, exhausted all the oxygen in his lungs, and roared, "Because only when we are together, can we be the real 'Again' band!!! The 'Again' that Xiao Meng brought to us!! "
"Cheng Yiran! Come out!! "Hong Guan glared in front of him," Is it your turn to be a coward this time!! Cheng Yiran!! "
That roar was like a subwoofer at the maximum volume, vibrating around Cheng Yiran, accompanied by his heartbeat … Strong and powerful.
A strength that came from nowhere made him subconsciously take the first step … The second step!
One step forward, two steps forward, three steps … running!
He ran down the stairs, rushed past the cameras in front of the stage, and climbed up from the bottom of the stage like a madman.
Gasping, standing at the edge of the stage, and glaring at Hong Guan, Cheng Yiran said angrily, "You dare to say that again! Who is a coward!! "
"You are!"
Hong Guan stared back without backing down!
"You bastard!"
"You stupid donkey!!"
Cheng Yiran raised his hand, lifting up Besse in his hand, "Take it back!!"
Hong Guan stared blankly, and said in surprise, "You … how did you get it back?"
Cheng Yiran smiled and said, "I picked it up on the road!"
Hong Guan laughed, and suddenly reached into his collar and pulled out two necklaces. He tore one of them and threw it at Cheng Yiran.
When he caught the necklace, Cheng Yiran suddenly looked up, "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, we, we can't do it. "
He walked toward Hong Guan subconsciously … Hong Guan didn't know the magic of the guitar, but he still stood on this stage bravely. Even if he might be facing ridicule and boos, he still dared!
But I … am afraid!
My music is not like this!
The music I want, our rock … is not like this! I … unknowingly, I gave up on myself. I only thought that with the guitar, with its magic, I could ignore everything.
"I am really a stupid donkey!"
…
"What is going on? Forcibly stirring up emotions? Was it arranged beforehand? "
"For the effect of the show? So fake … "
"Shh!!!"
Facing the discussion and scolding of the audience, the director of the show had no choice but to ask for instructions … How could they be so reckless? Feiyun Entertainment's newcomer this time?
As the director of the show, he really didn't know that such a thing would happen … Didn't Cheng Yiran say that he was injured in a car accident and couldn't participate for the time being?
But what made the director even more depressed was … the quick response from the higher-ups. The director only heard that the higher-ups seemed a little depressed on the phone and helplessly said … they agreed!
Damn it!!
But the director really couldn't resist the order of this kind of person. He could only hurriedly arrange for the host to bear the pressure of the audience and announce that Cheng Yiran was allowed to go on stage again … It was simply a farce!
The director even saw through the camera lens that many audience members had already stood up and walked toward the exit of the auditorium … After this, there would probably be another round of endless abuse on the Internet, right?
This show simply suffered the biggest black mark in its history! But what made the director even more indignant was that the troublemaker Hong Guan and the troublemaker Cheng Yiran were saying this on stage … as if they didn't care at all!
These two … were they actually some mysterious second-generation heirs? Did they have a mysterious power behind them?
But no matter how depressed the director was, on stage, Cheng Yiran, Hong Guan, Xiao Yao, and Lao Mo were reunited. They were talking and waiting for the arrangement of the program group.
"Xiao Yao, Lao Mo … Hong Guan, how did you find them?" Cheng Yiran couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Oh, I found Director Cheng." Hong Guan also had a surprised expression. "Actually, when I was told to go on stage, I suddenly had this idea. So I mentioned it. I didn't expect Director Cheng to really find them for me … and the speed was unbelievably fast! "
Xiao Yao, who had long hair and a common face, scratched his head and said, "That … I just got off work and a few guys in black clothes took me to a car. I covered my head and fainted … When I woke up, I was already here."
Lao Mo also had a lingering fear. "It was the same for me ah! I just finished my drumming lesson and went home when I was kidnapped and brought here. If I didn't see Hong Guan here, I would have thought that I was kidnapped … but that's not right. I can't even feed myself, who would kidnap me? "
Xiao Yao suddenly said, "But … I'm sorry. Cheng Yiran, Hong Guan, I was the first to quit. I didn't expect you guys to remember me here. I never even dreamed that I would walk onto this kind of stage, although … "
Xiao Yao looked at the audience and shook his head. "Although they don't seem to like us very much."
"Motherfucker!" Lao Mo said, "It's so hard to get up here, we can't lose out! Let's do it! Let's sing! In any case, I used to be known as Houhai's Little Heavenly King of Drums. Who's afraid of who! "
"It seems like they agreed." Hong Guan glanced and then looked at everyone. "Since we're here, let's make our voices heard! Even if it's only this one time, we have to make the world remember us! "
Hong Guan extended his hand. Xiao Yao and Lao Mo also extended their hands and placed it on top of Hong Guan's hand. The three of them looked at Cheng Yiran at the same time. Cheng Yiran looked at the three people with a complicated expression. He took a deep breath and gently put his palm on the top of the pile.
"What are we!"
"Again Band!!"
"Say it again, what are we!!"
“Again！！！！！”
They had smiles on their faces. Facing the unusually cold audience, facing the figures that had already begun to leave, they bravely raised their heads.
Hong Guan took down the guitar and placed it in Cheng Yiran's hands. Without saying anything, he said, "You do it!"
"Wait … I, I'll play the Besse." Cheng Yiran subconsciously hesitated and shook her head. This guitar … she couldn't play it.
Since it was like this, she might as well help Hong Guan at this time.
But Hong Guan didn't care. He put the guitar on Cheng Yiran's body and put the Besse on himself. "Stupid donkey, I'm your Besse hand!"
Cheng Yiran silently swept the guitar strings and nodded.
"Your fingers … can you play it?"
"If it's this song, there's no problem." Cheng Yiran said with certainty.
He looked at Hong Guan, looked at Xiao Yao, looked at Lao Mo … and found that when the guitar sounded, they weren't infatuated. In other words, he still couldn't really use this guitar.
But … so what?
Can't use it … so what?
Cheng Yiran walked to the lead singer's position. Hong Guan was beside him. Xiao Yao was behind him. Lao Mo was also behind him. Can't use it, so what?
Can the audience curse, so what?
Can someone leave, so what?
I've always been singing like this … I've always been singing like this! I've experienced no one's concern. I've wandered the streets. I've lived a precarious life.
Cheng Yiran thought about the road he had walked with the old man with the afro. He remembered the moment when he turned around and saw the stadium.
Xiao Meng, I'm sorry. Forgive me for deceiving myself. I thought that I persevered only because of you. In order to fulfill your dream … I persevered until now because of it.
But when I fulfilled your dream and brought your song to the world, I finally understood.
I should let go of you.
I should … face up to my own rock and roll.
Because I, too, have always loved it … Love it, not for others!
Goodbye, Xiao Meng … 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 if … no one cares!
No matter if this guitar is useful or not … I want to play it. I want to play it. I want to play it until my fingers break. I want to play it!
Cheng Yiran closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions. He held the microphone in his hand and said softly, "Forgive us for being willful and for the farce just now. But … our voice will be heard again here. The following song had once accompanied us through many difficult times. I think many people will be encouraged because of it. The band that composed this song is also our favorite … and also our goal! "
The sound of the electronic piano slowly sounded.
Cheng Yiran closed his eyes and sang softly.
— Today I, watching the snow drift by in the cold night
— Carrying a cold heart, drifting far away
— Chasing in the wind and rain
— Can't tell the shadow apart in the fog
— The sky is vast, you and I, can change (Who isn't changing)
…
Turning back. The person who left suddenly turned back.
Those impatient people suddenly became quiet.
They silently watched them on the screen, listening to the words one by one.
They listened to the sound of the guitar, Besse, the electronic piano, and the jazz drums intertwining.
It stopped.
They all stopped.
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