Ask your heart and soul

The man on the screen is wearing a white shirt embroidered with gold thread, which is as refreshing as the spring breeze.He just stood on the stage casually, leaning against the microphone pole.Flowing music flowed from behind him, and amidst the gradually fading melody, he opened his thin lips lightly and sang the first word.

"you……

"You are like a bird flying across the sky, with soft and soft wings, shielding you from the wind and dust..."

The first line of the lyrics was sung like an order, and the audience burst into overwhelming cheers and applause.

"Jiang Zhiming! Jiang Zhiming! Jiang Zhiming!"

In the stadium of [-] people, countless people called his name, and countless people looked up, as if they were waiting for their gods to come and transmit the sound.The aloof god put his index finger on his slightly raised lips and made a "shh" gesture. Such a simple action made the audience suddenly silent, so quiet that only the sizzle of electricity from the microphone could be heard...

Even Bai Wan couldn't help but hold his breath and calm down.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhiming raised his hand and pressed it down lightly. In an instant, the lights poured down, the music flourished, and the piano music filled the audience like beating pearls. It was gorgeous and brisk.And with the ups and downs of the melody, Jiang Zhiming began to sing again, his voice was like sunlight falling on the water, reflecting all kinds of styles.

It wasn't the first time Bai Wan listened to Jiang Zhiming's song, but it was the first time he watched his concert so seriously.

Even after five years and the cold screen, Bai Wan deeply felt the charm of this man on stage.There are no fancy dresses, nor kitsch gimmicks. Jiang Zhiming seems to be standing simply, his eyes are slightly closed, and he sings softly. Every expression, every pronunciation is very layered, as colorful and changing as a butterfly's wings Then, it subtly flew to the softest place in the heart.

He was once hailed by the media as the "heart-stealing poet" in the contemporary music world, because every song and every performance of his can make the listeners feel all kinds of emotions in their hearts. A heart is average.When he was born, he gave a shot in the arm to the sluggish music scene, and was frantically sought after by music critics and fans from all major media.No one expected that three years later, Jiang Zhiming, who was in full swing, suddenly slapped his butt and announced his retirement from the entertainment industry in a chic manner.

No matter whether he is leaving or staying, this man waved his sleeves without taking a single cloud with him. The clouds are so calm and breezy, leaving only countless legends for future generations to look up to.

But Bai Wan can't.He still stays in this Vanity Fair right and wrong place.Although he became popular when he debuted, and his stardom has been magnanimous all the way, but those old scholars in the music world always want to find fault with him.Some people say that he can only soar high notes, but his voice is good but his singing quotient is not enough; some people say that he shows off his skills and blindly catches up with fashion, and sings like a robot without emotion; others say that he is exhausted, and new songs are getting more and more similar and boring...

The fans wore 180 layers of filters, and of course they still liked him, but the arrogant Bai Wan couldn't sit still.

Especially, after being repeatedly rejected by someone.

On the screen, the concert gradually reached its climax. Amidst the turbulent sound waves, the lifting platform slowly rose, and a moon-white Steinway grand piano appeared on the stage.The man who drove it was tall and sharp, and he wore an elegant tuxedo with a bit of unruliness.His slender and powerful hands are bouncing rapidly on the keys, and his whole body is pitching and sinking with the melody, like crazy.The brilliant chasing light hit him, creating a dreamlike effect, even Jiang Zhiming in front of him was a little bit sad, as if he was the master of this stage and even this world.

However, in the next second, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and Fu Ye still kept his wrists in the air. He didn't even look at Jiang Zhiming, but just right when Jiang Zhiming sang the first word, he pressed the button again. Hit the keys.Immediately, human voices and piano sounds exploded, like landslides and tsunami, cosmic explosions, and earth-shattering sparks. The audience boiled, and the audience went crazy. Apart from Jiang Zhiming, they also began to shout Fu Ye's name indulgently.

The two names have been inseparable for the past few years.Fu Ye has almost arranged the writing and production of all the songs of Jiang Zhiming since his debut. It can be said that he is the one who created this "heart-stealing poet".Therefore, as soon as Jiang Zhiming became popular, he followed suit, and since then he has embarked on the broad road of a gold medal music producer.The media said that they were rising twin stars in the music scene. Even though Fu Ye didn't sing and only worked behind the scenes, they still attracted much attention.

Bai Wan's eyes unknowingly fixed on Fu Ye.After the man played the last note, he swung his right arm heavily, as if commanding thousands of troops, he jumped up.That kind of passion is overwhelming, and only those who really love music can experience it.After a long time, the sound subsided, Fu Ye stood up from the piano, and walked slowly to Bai Wan's side.Five years ago, he was already very stylish, not at all inferior to the star Jiang Zhiming.Two handsome guys with tall legs and long legs interacted on stage, which was quite pleasing to the eye, enough to cause screams.However, Fu Ye didn't seem to be in a good mood that night, his expression was always calm, he didn't talk much on stage, and sometimes he didn't even bother to pick up the memes thrown by Jiang Zhiming.

When leaving the stage for the curtain call, Fu Ye nodded slightly, and his wild eyes just looked straight at him, as if he was looking at Bai Wan.Bai Wan's heart skipped a beat, this man's gaze was too direct and pure, even though he knew that Fu Ye was just looking at the camera, he still felt uneasy like being violated.

With a "snap", Bai Wan turned off the screen.

The audiovisual room fell into silence again.Bai Wan sat in the dark for a while, and suddenly remembered that what she just watched seemed to be Jiang Zhiming's last concert.Three months later, he suddenly announced his retirement, causing an uproar among the crowd.No one is sure of the real reason, but maybe at this time, some kind of conflict has already arisen between Jiang Zhiming and Fu Ye.

Bai Wan never cared about other people's right and wrong gossip.If Fu Ye hadn't rejected him again, he wouldn't have searched for Jiang Zhiming's concert discs at all.He just wanted to see what was wrong with him. Why did Fu Ye write so many songs for Jiang Zhiming, but he didn't even owe him a song.

Is it because he doesn't sing well enough?

He is the champion of the largest singing talent competition in China "Listen to Me". After his debut, he won the Best Newcomer and Best Male Singer at the Universal Music Awards. He can be said to be one of the most recognized young singers in the industry.Whether it's timbre talent or professional skills, they are all top-notch in the circle, and they are far different from those idol singers who play tricks and sell themselves.

That is, he is not popular enough?

But the number of his Weibo fans has already exceeded tens of millions. Every time he shows up, the fans support him as much as the traffic stars. It is even easier to hit the charts and buy albums. The sales of almost every album are at the top of the major charts. ...

Bai Wan admitted that Jiang Zhiming sang very well, but he didn't think he would lose, and he couldn't think of any reason why he would be rejected by Fu Ye, but this person had already rejected him three times.

And the reasons given are more and more unique every time...

"What reason does he have this time?" Bai Wan called his manager Liu Kong directly.

"He said..." Liu Kong faltered.

"Just tell me what you have."

"He said that his pursuit of music is different from yours. He can't write songs for you. Even if you write songs, you can't sing them..."

Bai Wan was stunned for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

The more unhappy you are, the more you have to hold on. When you are the most angry, you smile the brightest.

Liu Kong has followed Bai Wan since his debut, and he understands this ancestor's awkward temper very well.

"Don't take it to heart, this is obviously an excuse!" Liu Kong comforted, "The music market is in such a downturn, who cares about these metaphysical things. Pursuit? What pursuit? The longest time on the list, the most online downloads , the concert has the highest attendance rate, this is our pursuit! If you don’t believe me, ask him to ask Mr. Ye?”

Mr. Ye Ye Chengen is the art director of China Overseas Music, and he was the one who recruited Bai Wan from Jincheng Entertainment.These days, there are not many companies that focus on making music, and Zhonghai Music is one of them.It was precisely this point that Bai Wan valued so much that she took Liu Kong to transfer the brokerage appointment.Everyone in China Overseas Music treated him as a cash cow with courtesy, but unexpectedly, Fu Ye ran into obstacles again and again.

"I said, let's not look for Fu Ye. Yes, he is the most popular producer now, and his albums are well-received and well-received, but the others are not bad! There are so many top songwriters in the circle, what are you doing?" Why do you have to have Fu Ye's songs? As the saying goes, rushing forward is not a business, and twisted melons are not sweet..."

Liu Kongyou was chattering indignantly at that end, but Bai Wan questioned her soul: Yes!Why Fu Ye?

On the surface, of course it is because of Fu Ye's good taste and strong professionalism. People in the industry say that he is the producer who can best mobilize the emotions of singers and give full play to their potential. What?

Of course, the underlying reasons are more subtle.Bai Wan thought, maybe this is the baseness of human nature.The more you can't get it, the more you want it, the more you are not recognized, the more you want to prove yourself.So when he started preparing for the new album this time, the first thing he thought of was Fu Ye.

It's just that I was rejected again...

"All right, all right, stop talking, I'll think about it again."

Bai Wan was so blocked by Liu Kong's noise, she didn't want to sleep when she was going to sleep, so she hung up the phone and went out.

When he is in a bad mood, Bai Wan often goes to "Open Voice" to listen to music.

Midnight is approaching, and the bars around Qinwan opened up the curtain of the night show bustlingly. "Open Voice" stands amidst the feasting and feasting.As a music bar, it has a history of more than ten years, and it is well-known in the circle as the back garden of musicians.Many record company bosses and producers like to come here to listen to songs, drink, and discover performing arts talents by the way. Therefore, many singers sang here before their debut.

Bai Wan is no exception.He once sang in "Open Voice" for three years. For three full years, he and the band spent the most impoverished period of time here, but it was also the most free and happy period of time.It wasn't until the "Listen to Me Sing" audition began that the fate of everyone boarded their own trains and headed to different tracks.

Bai Wan parked the Phaeton on the opposite side of the road, put on a mask and lowered his hat, and after being fully armed, he walked into "Open Voice" in a low-key manner.

Someone is already on stage singing.

The dim light came down, wrapping the two people on the stage in a dim dream.

Dreams are old dreams.

The song is also an old song.

"Old love is like a dream,

Dreams are endless, beautiful days are beautiful, but what a day;

long night without return,

If you don't want to go back to the courtyard of Pleasure...

Is such that

Such

Stories

Such

Such

You and I

......"

The singing boy sat reclined on the high chair, held the microphone with both hands, and swayed his body gently along with the singing.His long bangs hung down, almost covering half of his face, so he couldn't see too many expressions clearly.But his voice expressed it instead of him, so ethereal, gorgeous, and with a touch of laziness, as if an old nobleman was nostalgic for the good old days of luxury.

And the man next to him stood like a thunderous knight, holding the guitar and playing it openly, and the shocking eagle on his bare right arm was constantly jumping and flying with the agitation of his muscles ...

Bai Wan was extremely familiar with that appearance, that posture, that movement, and that momentum.

He was stunned for a moment, unable to recover for a long time.