Chapter 460: The person who left, like a spring

Chapter 460, the person who left, like a spring
The Taiyinzi sat down, and after a few words, he was uneasy.
Luo Qiu looked in his eyes and thought about what the old Taoist was doing in his martial art five hundred years ago, but did not speak.
"Master...you, what do you want to drink?"
The Taiyinzi said coldly, but he had regretted his speech just after he had just exported... He clearly felt the gaze from the maidservant.
Exquisite, playful... dark blue.
Take care of the owner's food and drink... I don't really want to grab your job, don't look at me like this, too, the yin son suddenly hit an unprecedented chill.
"I am not thirsty." Luo Qiu looked at the look of the Taiyinzi, and he had a number in his heart.
He chuckled and said, like encouragement: "Taiyin, do you still remember, five hundred years ago, your rivers and lakes?"
A feminine glimpse.
After a glimpse, he apparently fell into meditation.
Five hundred years ago... the river that belongs to him?
What is it like?
Between the yin and the yin, it is like seeing thousands of mountains and waters... that is a very long river.
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The trio of the club was quiet.
The maidservant is used to waiting, and the boss will enjoy the waiting process, while the black soul is too yin, he may be waiting for something.
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In the separate room of the singer who will be on the stage, the makeup artist is busy dressing up for Cheng Yiran. According to the rules of the program group, the order of the participating singers is determined according to the audience vote. The more votes, the more votes, The more you expect, the more you will play later.
Cheng Yiran was the first to play.
But Li Zifeng said nothing, because he believed that Cheng Yiran could conquer everyone's ears from the beginning.
"I have already reached this step. You don't want to think about anything now." Li Zifeng looked at Cheng Yiran's shoulder and looked at him in the mirror: "Wait, let all your energy burst out, starting from tonight, let Everyone remembers your name."
Li Zifeng is indeed a person who can mobilize emotions.
Even if he has all sorts of things that are not just right - but no doubt, his means are effective, aren't they?
The newcomer who sings now has no doubt that he has been quite trusted. Li Zifeng believes that this relationship will become stronger in the days to come.
"Secretly tell you a message, Mr. Zhong is here too."
At this time, Li Zifeng said: "Do you feel it? The company attaches importance to you. Will you feel that I am talking to you and increase your pressure? But you must be clear that if you can't bear these pressures, you can't bear it. if……"
Cheng Yiran suddenly waved his hand at this time. "I want to calm down... before playing."
"Well, time is up, I am calling you." Li Zifeng nodded. "I am waiting for you outside the door."
Cheng Yiran sat in this small rest room. He put the guitar on his legs and gently swayed while looking at himself in the mirror.
"I have finally reached this step."
"Have you seen it? I finally got to this step, taking you and my dreams... our dreams."
I am himself here, but you are not a Hongguan here. Once, Cheng Yiran thought that I can refer to himself and Hong Guan, but now he is left alone.
"But it doesn't matter." Cheng Yiran said to himself.
Just because you are here... or you can do it.
Cheng Yiran began to change from a random plucking string to a rhythmically playing – playing an original that has never been completed, and one that he has been unable to complete – and it was not his original.
"You... can you hear?"
Today, he intends to complete it.
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"You... have you seen it too? Also, he is going to play soon, the first one."
In the audience, Hong Guan sat silently - the location given by the admission ticket was unexpectedly close to the stage. He eventually came 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 could not be compared with this.
It was just a small place in the hutong of the old capital... a tavern.
That year, a few young people who were still chasing the music dream, grouped a band, and they were not afraid of it, and they were not afraid of it.
They didn't even have their own posters. The first time they played, it was just on the blackboard at the door of the people's court. They simply wrote the name of the band, and then the price of the ticket.
Hong Guan clearly remembers that for the first time, the tickets sold were only five tickets - 50 yuan. This is not even a meal for their day.
However, this is the first time that he can remember it for a lifetime.
We should not remember those who performed with their dreams... Our beginning?
Time goes by.
Hong Guan has not heard what the host on the stage is saying. But he suddenly heard a lot of applause... He knew that Cheng Yiran was going to play.
This kind of warm applause probably also has a credit for the host. But Hong Guan thinks that there is probably a copy of Feiyun Entertainment.
Seven or eight young people sat in front of the stage, holding a fluorescent sign with the name of Cheng Yiran.
Has the fan fan club been developed, and the action is really fast.
It is clear that there has not been a formal single release.
"Welcome our first singer! Cheng Yiran!" The host was quite generous and pointed to the singer's exit channel: "In the end, can this newcomer burst out of tremendous energy and conquer all of us? Please!

In the center of the stage, a figure appeared in the position of the passage. When the spotlight was shining, Hong Guan saw this familiar but strange face... but he thought that Cheng Yiran could not see him because he was sitting. The dark place.
Shining and dim, the stage is separated by the stage, and the stage is separated by two different worlds.
Cheng Yiran did not wave to any of the audience here, just simply squatting on the guitar and just came out.
The scene is quiet.
But Cheng Yiran seems to be more quiet than everyone else here.
He just silently inserted the wire of the electric guitar into the sound, hung it, closed his eyes and stood alone in front of the towering microphone.
The audience is still silent... extraordinary silence.
Because watching Cheng is also like this moment, he seems to be planning to be alone here...SOLO? What about the band musicians?
There are no bass players, no drummers, and no electric guitar players.
The on-the-spot music commander also looked at it with sorrow... Like this kind of singer who sang his own song, naturally he didn’t have to use the music on the spot.
But this new person... just a person coming up.
"What happened?" Li Zifeng looked at the stage, his brows could not help but wrinkled. He quickly called. "Why is only Cheng Yiran playing? Other musicians?"
"Li supervisor system, when playing, Mr. Cheng has retired us and said that we don't need us."
"What?" Li Zifeng almost had the urge to drop a phone call, subconsciously angered: "What does he want to do? He has a guitar... What is he going to do??"
"We don't know, we are angry too... is this fun for us?"
"You wait first." Li Zifeng took a deep breath.
What he needs to do most is to do some crisis management... The problem is that Cheng Yiran has already gone to the stage. If this time suddenly stops, the face is too ugly.
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"This is Cheng Yiran?"
On the special table above the studio, through the curtain that has been opened, Zhang Yurui looks at the center of the stage below... Look at this man who should have been separated from the young impulsive age.
The simple face, Cheng Yiran did not leave too much impression on Zhang Yurui - but this kind of person came up to play, which made her feel quite strange.
"Isn't that he is taking the path of rock?" Zhang Yurui curiously said: "The first song, is it a solo?"
"Chengyun?" Zhong Chen was only asked indifferently.
Cheng Yun quickly said: "Two less, we are not arranged this. According to the plan, here he should sing a starting single. We are all invited by the best songwriter to Cheng Yiran tailor-made... This, Maybe there is something wrong with the middle? Or, can I communicate with the program group now?"
"No." The clock fell and shook his head, and said: "Let's see what he is going to do."
Zhang Yurui glanced at the clock and looked at the dust. He lifted the telescope on his hand and then swept it to the stage... The rounded lens infinitely narrowed the distance between her sight and the stage.
However, at the moment of the move, Zhang Yurui suddenly stopped.
What did she see?
In the first row, she saw her magical classmate!
Zhang Yurui put down the telescope on her hand and frowned. This action was very slight, at least she determined that it did not cause the attention of the clock and the clouds.
At this time, Miss Zhang Da moved in her heart. When she raised her telescope again, she once again looked at the position and never saw anything.
Eye... Is it spent?
At this time, the scene sounded a voice... Cheng Yiran’s voice.
"There is a girl, she likes rock more than everyone. There is a girl, she left a song that has not been completed yet. I am going to finish it this evening."
The picks were gently swept over the guitar, and the crisp sounds were like magical hands, and it gently gripped the hearts of everyone.
Cheng Yiran slowly opened his eyes: "I wrote the words myself, maybe not good... but for you, "Again."
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"This is the song of a little dream!"
In the audience, Hong Guan stood up suddenly... and was the first to stand up.
(End of this chapter)