: Chapter 15. Torment

[The turbulent crowd is like a cold and ruthless wave. 】
The semi-final of the second season of "Voice of China" on September 6 was the highest-rated episode of the Voice of China for the entire season, with a national rating of 5% and a maximum rating share of 15%. And this is when the other bank group was eliminated.
In the semi-finals broadcasted by television stations for four consecutive hours, there were three rounds of knockouts.
In the first round, the other side group successfully promoted; in the second round, the other side group successfully advanced again with a bright and magnificent "makingLoveoutofNothingatall"; however in the third round, the other side group was singing the quite connotation of the British outstanding rock band coldplay After "Paradise", it unexpectedly encountered a knockout ending.
The decision of the third round of players to stay is in the hands of 33 specially invited music commentators, record managers and media representatives. When the elimination results were announced, the two boys who had always been calm could not help but shed tears, and even Lu Yu, who had experienced the storm, couldn't help but red his eyes, walked on the stage and hugged his two proud disciples The audience gave the biggest applause support for this scene.
"I think more Chinese songs should be sung on the stage in China, and proper setbacks can help these two young people grow up," said one of the invited music critics who voted out.
Such far-fetched remarks made the critic easily sprayed into a sieve online.
"The other side fan support club" just forwarded the other side group's singing video and said that they will always support them, and the founder of the support group Wang Tongtong was indignant on his private Weibo "Tongtong fairy has powerful biceps" A Weibo:
"I especially think that XXX (the name of the music commentator) should drink amniotic fluid when you live in the womb, and you are born casually. Why do you say that you are not wearing American-made leather shoes or Italian ones? I tell you that you have n’t eat Japanese or Korean food in your life. I ’ve read the photos of your travels in France on your Weibo. I knew that I was patriotic when I was on TV.
The average comment volume of this music commentator's Weibo is generally around 50, but the latest Weibo comment has reached 15,000, which is one of his street selfies.
"The sunglasses are aaa brand, French, the shirt is BBB, the American, the suit is ccc, the Italian, the appraisal is completed."
"Watches are DDD, German, shoes are eee, and Japan, and the supplementary identification is completed."
"Upstairs are great gods, worship."
"Besides being born in China, I don't have the same whole body made in China. I'm sorry to blame others for not singing Chinese songs. Besides, why don't you say the Chinese songs that everyone sang before the other side!"
"Are you questioning whether compulsory education in our country should include English courses now? It is simply malicious to destroy the IQ of the listeners from your dog's mouth."
"Since setbacks help people grow, then I spray you now to wish you growth, no need to kneel."
In the following few days, all the press releases about "Voice of China" will mention "the other side of the group's upset was eliminated" "Netizens questioned a music critic's pseudo-patriotic theory", and some Internet celebrities even boldly predicted "Voice of China" 》 The second season will be the same as the first season, with a bad ending because we eliminated most of the popular students.
After weeping at the scene, the other bank group appeared very free and easy on Weibo. "I have learned too much on the stage of" Voice of China "and I am very satisfied. I will continue to sing in the future." They wrote.
If the other shore group had only a certain reputation among the audience of "Voice of China", then the new album "Sworn" mV of the popular actress Lu Shuangshuang, which will be released next, will give them a chance to go to a broader stage. .
As one of the most popular Huadans in China, and born in the entertainment industry, Mars Entertainment Group, the homepages of major video sites overnight have almost all put a picture link to the "Morning" mV.
The most authoritative video website in the country, Yu Tian, ​​has a screenshot of the "Torment" picture on the home page.
The translucent cat-eyed teenager seemed to want to hug the girl who was crying on the ground, but his arm passed straight through the girl ’s body. He smiled warmly, but the picture made people feel indescribably sad.
Many people who love Lu Shuangshuang, love music or just curious viewers click to open the mV video.
Wang Tongtong naturally clicked into the video for the other shore.
The picture at the beginning was dark.
Gradually there was a little light, a young smiling face appeared in the slight light, the young cat's round cat's eyes bent, looking soft and cute, he said:
"... Hey, don't think about me anymore." The voice comforted like a bay after the storm, full of inclusive calm.
"Ahhhh, Susu is so handsome." Wang Tongtong murmured down and continued to look down.
The teenager slowly disappeared, and the picture returned to darkness. The prelude accompaniment and scattered piano sounds sounded in the darkness.
The beautiful girl opened her eyes. It turned out to be just a dream.
The girl with red eyes sat up and rubbed her eyes. She rubbed and found that her fingers were covered with tears. She stubbornly wanted to wipe the tears, but more and more tears.
"I knew you were just flying birds
After the hug, only feathers remain
Why did you waste it
So much coffee and roses, to disturb ... "
The clear female voice sounded, as calm as a pool of backwaters, like a desperate self-narration.
The atmosphere was too depressing, and Wang Tong couldn't help but start to concentrate on watching.
The girl who wiped away her tears began to calm down. She washed herself calmly and cleanly, then put on work clothes and poured herself a glass of milk.
The hand that picked up the milk was held by the other hand.
The cat-eye boy rubbed her head, and her voice was spoiled and concerned: "Drinking milk on an empty stomach is bad for your health. I have told you how many times."
The girl raised her head in a daze, seeing only the empty room, and there was no second person except herself.
The girl trembling her fingers and slowly put the glass back on the table.
She began to eat toast with a numb expression, mechanically stuffing the soft toast into the little bit. After eating, the girl picked up the glass, but got up and poured the milk into the sewer, then locked the door and left.
"I want to think quietly
On the balance, let love and hate no longer shake
You can't even think about it
I ca n’t turn off the lights, this storm ... "
In a repressed song, the girl sat alone on the subway full of people, walked through the crowded streets, walked into a company with many people, and began to sit down and work. The more people around her, the more she seemed lonely and self-isolated, and her figure became thinner.
After work, the girl accompanied her friend to start shopping. The girl in high heels walked for a while and was obviously a little bit uncomfortable, but she didn't say it. She just sat down and rested while the friend was trying on clothes.
"Everyone said don't wear high heels, it's not comfortable now."
The low and gentle male voice sounded again.
The girl widened her eyes in amazement.
The boy in front of him squatted in front of her, raised his head and smiled at her, the shining under his eyes was the brightest starlight at night.
"I want to be obedient in the future, I don't think you are short," the boy said to her with cat-like eyes. "Come on, take off your shoes, I will carry you."
The girl shivered and reached out slowly, as if she wanted to touch the boy's face—
"Hey, look at my dress. Does it look good?" A friend who came out of the fitting room said excitedly to the girl, but found that the dazed girl seemed to be frightened and turned her head to stare at her staring.
When I look back, where is the handsome boy in front of me?
The girl looked anxiously in the storefront. She frantically went through all the spaces in the store, but failed to see the figure of the boy. She had to go back to her friend.
The girl afterwards was a little distracted until she saw a blue shirt in a shop.
The girl laughed for the first time, and her pale face seemed to have recovered some blood. She smiled sideways to her friend and said, "Aan likes blue the most, he will definitely like this dress."
The friend was stunned for a while, and then said a little helplessly: "... but he is dead, you know."
He is dead.
The music stopped abruptly.
The girl stared blankly at her friend as if she couldn't understand what the friend was saying.
Probably her appearance was a little scary, and her friend reached out with a little hesitation to touch her.
The girl shoved away from her friend and rushed back.
She started running aimlessly, then stopped abruptly, squatting slowly in the endless stream of people, her head deeply buried in her knees, her shoulders twitching slightly.
The stopped music spewed out like a wave at this moment, and the subsequent singing was like hysterical screaming:
"When the heart beats, love begins to suffer
every moment
Fire is burning, how good is the ash
It ’s called miss, do n’t quarrel ... "
The turbulent crowd was like a cold and unrelenting sea wave, slapping the thin figure squatting like a stubborn stone with no humanity.
Until a person walks behind the girl, standing behind her curled back.
The boy looked down at the crying girl and slowly bent down, trying to hug the girl and give her a hug and warmth.
But his arm went straight through the girl's body.
The boy was stunned himself for a while, and then withdrew his hand. He smiled a bit lonely. This smile was like the sunshine of the deep winter, shining into the snow-capped world, trying hard to melt the snow, but he could not change the cold at all. The status quo is full of helplessness and helplessness.
Finally the boy stretched out his hand, and the translucent palm lightly touched the top of the girl's head, as if rubbing his hair intimately, the boy slowly disappeared with a smile.
The sad, crying girl would not know that the person she was looking for with all her heart was standing behind him, but she could n’t see him and he could n’t touch her. He could only watch her cry and want to give her a hug of comfort, but in the end he could only smile lonely at her back.
"I believe I'm about to
About to forget you
Be lonely and reconcile ... "
In the mournful and fierce melody, Wang Tongtong sitting in front of the computer screen reached out and covered his mouth.
She didn't realize that her nose was flushed.
No one saw this couple of life and death, no one noticed this silent tragedy.
But someone looked at the crying girl.