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Zhou Xingyu's song "Life is Like a Summer Flower" is played continuously in the small theater.

After reciting the lyrics, Bai Yeming began to move his lips to the melody.

The music has a light rock flavor, simple guitar accompaniment, brisk rhythm, but a little sad melody.Like a lonely little flower blooming alone on the side of the road, it still stands stubbornly in the continuous rain.

Tap, tap, tap, the raindrops hit in bursts, and suddenly stopped, a string of bright chords, the sun came out, and it was a scorching sun in the sky.Facing the scorching sun proudly, Xiao Hua blooms her brightest color in full bloom.The scorching heat intersects with the scorching heat, the temperature continues to rise, and the tune turns higher and higher, pushing the song to a climax!

Notes fell from the highest point, not with a bang, but a little bit, just like the petals bloomed at the highest point, and then separated from the buds, slowly falling.

Enthusiasm faded, leaving only a quiet place.

The vocals that soared to the heights were still hoarse, which added a sense of sadness to the falling notes.

"lifebeautifullikesummerflowers,

death like autumn leaves. "

The whole song ends with a soft singing.

Over and over again, the same melody, the same scene, the same voice, the same emotion.

Bai Yeming was completely immersed in it, and tapped his feet to follow the rhythm.She moved her lips lightly, matching the lyrics with that voice.

After this round was over, he turned around and suddenly found that Xu Mohan was staring at him. Although his face was still expressionless, Bai Yeming always felt that there was consternation hidden in his eyes.

"Did I sing out loud?" Bai Yeming asked guiltily.

Xu Mohan looked away, looking like he couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"..." Bai Yeming blushed instantly.This is so embarrassing!Want to laugh at yourself?Or pretend not to know?Fuck, it's too much of a test of EQ, isn't it!

Xu Mohan obviously didn't mean to laugh at him, he seemed to read the lyrics seriously, and didn't know if he was serious or not.

Bai Yeming decided to pretend not to know!

There are always things people are good at and not good at!

What if you can't sing?Doesn't affect his enjoyment of music!Doesn't affect his acting!

So, Xu Mohan didn't say a word, Bai Yeming thought a lot by himself.

The time also came after he thought about it and found 180 explanations for himself, and then came to the start of the show.

The order of playing is determined by the number plate drawn when you first arrive.

Bai Yeming's luck is still good, and he continued to make the finale.After a day of struggling yesterday, he has completely given up, and he is ready to go on stage to make a fool of himself, and now he knows that he doesn't need to sing!Simply great news!Finale pressure?No!

People from Xingguang and Mizuki played alternately.

The three of Xingguang all prepared their own songs. Based on their understanding of Mo Yu, they selected the works of three classic singers.

Those three singers all died young, tragic and talented, and their representative works are the condensation of their splendid life, blooming gorgeously, and then frozen in the most beautiful place.

The people from Starlight also specially prepared costumes for this stage, which can be said to be very attentive.

Everyone's performance is also perfect, although the singing part is not comparable to the original singing, after all, they are all actors, but they are so vivid, Bai Yeming sighed repeatedly, and a question arose: what is the time of the year? Do actors have to sing well?

Mizuki's people did not prepare a song, but used Zhou Xingyu's original voice.

They pay more attention to stage performance than starlight.Although the people on the stage were moving their lips and singing, their expressions were extremely rich.When someone sang to the climax, his face was almost ferocious.When the whole song was over, I was sweating, but I didn't feel happy after venting, but a sense of relief that "it's finally over".

Xu Mohan was the sixth to play.

He is not like other people in Mizuki, with exaggerated expressions and exaggerated movements. He just sits quietly in the middle of the stage, holding a prop guitar, and gently plucking the strings.

A bunch of warm orange lights hit him, and he was the only one playing the piano on the whole stage. He looked very quiet and beautiful, and he felt like he was cleansing his soul.

Xu Mohan's performance can be described as expressionless.Even in the climax of the chorus, he just closed his eyes and looked up, enclosing himself in his own world, enjoying the happiness alone.

Because at this time Mo Yu was desperate for the world.

He felt abandoned by the world, and he didn't want to sing for anyone anymore.He is still on this stage because he loves music, and he wants to leave his last and most beautiful moment to music, which belongs to him alone and will never betray him.

Bai Yeming looked at Xu Mohan on the stage, he understood that performance completely, so his heart felt uncomfortable, empty, as if someone had taken away something.

Is Mo Yu really desperate at the end?

He suddenly thought of this question.

[A person is always alone, musical instruments need resonance, and so are people. 】

There is such a sentence in Brother Chen's interview.

Mo Yu must also want to seek resonance, so he insists on singing on stage, facing his audience, and sharing his music with them.

Those are people who love his music, and he must cherish them just as much.

【Music is my life, my blood, my breath. 】

Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, as long as life is still there, it will bloom vigorously, even if it will wither in the next second, even if it is about to face an endless abyss.

At that moment, it must be devoted and enjoyed wholeheartedly, and all worldly things must be forgotten, just here, at this moment, with these people, enjoying!

Xu Mohan calmly sang the last line, stood up and bowed, and walked back to his seat.

The examiners whispered to each other and had different opinions.

Several examiners gave him the highest score, because until now, he was the only one who had experienced Mo Yu's mood and given his own interpretation.And this interpretation fits the situation perfectly.In addition, Xu Mohan's image is originally clear and cold, and he has no competition with the world, which also fits Mo Yu's sense of purity.

Jiang Tao tapped the pen on Bai Yeming's name, and drew a triangle next to Xu Mohan's name.

The seventh person was from Mizuki. After the regular performance, it was Li Yajie's turn to be the next one.

When everyone thought that a different melody would sound, they didn't expect it to be the prelude that had been repeated countless times.

Everyone's eyes widened, and Li Yajie began to perform under the surprised eyes of everyone.

Like Xu Mohan, alone, with a guitar and a Lime.They are all props. He didn't plan to play or sing, but focused on the performance.

Also like Xu Mohan, his face was calm, and the corners of his lips were slightly pressed down, not angry, but a little nervous!

Bai Yeming noticed that his hand holding the Mai was trembling slightly.That's right, he was nervous, no, it wasn't Li Yajie, it was Mo Yu who was nervous!

Li Yajie on the stage closed his eyes slightly, then opened them slowly, as if a switch had been turned on, the unnatural expression and trembling were all gone, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, showing a happy expression!

The smile is only faint, and the lyrics are accompanied by his shallow smile, which is very beautiful and very good, like a painting. The people in the painting see the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers and the tranquility of the years.

Everyone was staring at the stage in bewilderment. Unlike Xu Mohan, Li Yajie undoubtedly had a very bright halo. Just standing there seemed to fill the room with brilliance.

His slender fingers plucked the strings. Even though it was just a prop, every movement fit perfectly with the accompaniment, as if he was really playing and singing. Zhou Xingyu's voice was completely integrated with his image.

This is a scene that almost no one could have imagined before!

When the raindrops fell and the sun came out, Li Yajie's expression disappeared, his smile disappeared, but it was a kind of crazy intoxication!

He didn't close his eyes, and he couldn't see any negative feelings similar to despair from his face!

Instead, he is open, inviting the listener into his world.

The amplitude of playing with both hands increases, the body shakes violently, the lips are tightly attached to the microphone, and the words are transmitted word by word, knocking on people's hearts one after another, trembling, madness, and climbing to the highest point, enjoying the wonderful scenery. The magnificent landscape of withered flowers!

There was a moment of silence at the climax, Li Yajie let go of the guitar, opened his hands, and raised his head slightly, as if he was receiving the attention of everyone, expecting overwhelming applause!

His expectations were met. Although the applause was not overwhelming, the applause of more than a dozen people reverberated in this small world, which made people feel refreshed.

After a while, he made a resting gesture with both hands in the air, approached the microphone, and softly uttered the last soft song, and a faint smile appeared on his face again, but this smile was more beautiful than before, and it was more sincere. And issued, the praise of all things.

The applause lasted for a long time.Even the competitors in the same field expressed their sincere admiration.

Just like the second round of auditions, everyone was deeply impressed!

The host called Bai Yeming's name.

Bai Yeming was a little sad.

He doesn't want to be on stage.

His mind was blank now.

Li Yajie had already shown the most perfect Mo Yu in his mind, and he felt that no matter how much he could not compare to him.What's more, that man belongs to the stage, and he is the brightest star standing on the stage. That is Mo Yu, who has a musical talent that people can't match and can only look up to!

In the kingdom of music, he is the king!

And Bai Yeming was just an audience below, buried in the crowd.

- How does it feel to stand on stage and sing?

-Think I'm the king of the world.

Bai Yeming was urged to get on stage, but he didn't even remember how he got there.

A long time ago, there was such a time.

He was pushed onto the stage, and he was not allowed to refuse.

They put him on fire, but they didn't rush to start the fire, but waved the lighter in front of him, vividly making him imagine the hardships that would happen next, worse than death!

It was a kingdom, a kingdom of youth.

He was a slave, a slave to be abused and abused.

There is a knight in the kingdom, a knight who loves to fight against injustice.

The knight once rescued a slave who was being bullied, and told him that people are born equal, and there are some things they are good at and some things they are not good at.

The slave felt that the knight was emitting splendor all over his body, like a sun god.

Once, those princes and nobles wanted to push the slave to the fire, and they laughed at him with a lighter.The knights found out, and secretly soaked their lighters in water. When they wanted to light them, they found that they couldn't catch fire, and they were all out of breath.

"I hear echoes, from valleys and hearts,

Harvest empty souls with a lonely sickle. "

The knight's voice was very nice, not like the drake voice of a child in the period of voice change, but as low and deep as the sea.

The slave stood at a loss on the big stage, his heart fluttered, his eyes drifted left and right, but when the knight's voice sounded, he calmed down as if wrapped in gentleness, and settled down.

"I believe in myself,

Born like bright summer flowers,

Undefeated and undefeated, flirtatious like fire..."

The spotlight hit the slave, but he didn't feel it at all, his ears were surrounded by the knight's nice voice, and he seemed to see only one person in front of him, that was his knight, smiling at him, mouthing, don't Afraid, I'm with you.

The slave laughed, finally.

He opened his mouth and sang along with the knight.

"I believe all things can hear,

Even foreseeing separation, meeting another self..."

The slave heard his own voice and merged with the knight's.It was the knight's voice that enveloped him gently, as if putting a layer of sugar on his voice, sweet as something else.

The knight had already walked beside the slave, like a big sun, illuminating the slave's body and warming his heart.

Bai Yeming opened his mouth, and Zhou Xingyu's voice rang in his ears.

Low and soft, just as he remembered.