Palm Idol

"Wait a minute," before going on stage, Lu Yiwen stopped Jian She. He looked at other people's clothes, then at Jian She's, and couldn't help but say, "Why do I feel that the clothes I chose are still a bit Are you vegetarian?"

Jian She didn't come back to her senses: "My clothes...are you choosing it?"

Xiaomei brought professional stylists and hair stylists to the dormitory early in the morning to take care of them today's styling. He thought it was all decided by the company in advance.

Lu Yiwen: "Well, I only chose this one, but it seems to be a little less colorful than the others."

After choosing the lead singer's clothes first, Lu Yiwen handed over the rest to Xiaomei because she had something to do. Xiaomei is a young woman after all, her aesthetics tends to be gorgeous, so she insisted on dressing Jingxiang and the others to look gorgeous.

In contrast, Jian She's clothes are much simpler. Louis Wen himself likes the American style of the 90s, so he chose this outfit for Jian She. The polo shirt and the large denim jacket are all in snow white. A pair of brown leather shoes with laces perfectly shaped Jian She's refreshing and natural temperament.

——A suit of youthful clothes.

But Lu Yiwen felt that this set was a bit casual compared with others. After thinking about it, he took out two large and small black and white badges from his pocket, and personally went over and pinned them on Jian She's chest.

The abbreviation "LYW" of his name was engraved in green characters on the black badge, which added a touch of liveliness and mischievousness to Jian She's sober body.

"Brother, you want me to wear this...to play the piano?" Jian She froze and asked Lu Yiwen to fasten the badge on him, then gently grasped it, feeling her palms were burning.

"There are no other suitable accessories, so let's make do with it." Lu Yiwen thought he was unwilling, so he patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it looks good."

"En." Jian She responded briskly. In his heart, let alone the small badge, even if Lu Yiwen wanted to wear him a padded jacket with a large pattern in the northeast, he would be very happy.

Reluctantly, he glanced at Lu Yiwen again before turning around and walking on the stage.

This scene fell into Liang Qian's eyes again, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

But time did not allow him to think about it. When the second half started again, more people left the stage than before, not even half of the first half.

The future is uncertain.

The arena was still noisy, and the lights suddenly went dark. The characteristic heavy metal music sounded powerfully with the spreading darkness, stimulating the eardrums and nerves of the audience, and brought their eyes back to the stage.

"Going to start?"

"Why do you feel that the atmosphere is a little different from just now? The opening music is a bit emotional."

After achieving the attractive purpose, the metal music sound was suddenly cut off, followed by a long and passionate electronic piano sound and fine and bouncing electronic sound like raindrops.

The darkness has not receded for a long time, but the faint light gradually began to float on the stage, like a floating fish covered with starlight, swimming lightly, stippling the figures of the three people on the stage.

Jian She was standing on the stage and playing a double row of keyboards. The darkness and light spots together outlined a dazzling picture of the aurora around his edges.

"Add a keyboard?"

"Didn't you not have it just now? A temporary replacement?"

"It looks like a person?"

No one answered their questions. Before the sound of the electric piano was about to enter the next melody, the sound of the drum in front of the beam came in just in time, adding a different rhythm and life to the sound of the piano.

The sound of the guitar was not as noisy as before. Jing Xiang didn't even stand up this time, but sat and played quietly. The clear but changing sound of the xylophone slowly flowed out from his fingers.

Finally, someone below responded: "They changed the unplugged one!"

But within a few seconds, Jian She began to sing affectionately and attentively. He sang "Autumn Court" first. This is a song with a relatively broken image, and the lyrics are quite distinctive. It's like sinking into a deep sea, and the sea suddenly recedes if you don't pay attention, showing an extremely quiet and beautiful water and sky in front of your eyes.

After singing a few songs of a similar style, some audience members in the audience began to close their eyes and beat the time with their feet, looking quite intoxicated.

The atmosphere in the venue became quiet again, but this time it was no longer a sinking silence, but a kind of silence where an independent appreciation space was finally established.

At this point, the audience is completely involved in the play.

"The last song may not be the same as the previous one." During the MC, Jian She held the microphone, and light particles danced around him. He said with a smile, "When you listen to it, you can try to imagine The person you cherish the most, put your feelings into it."

Compared with the previous indifference, Jian She's MC's smile was gentle and approachable, which made the previous young girls excited again.

"Damn it," one of the girls covered her face, "he's really cute! I'm not mistaken, why is he so cute, I'm going to compare him to him later!"

There is a tradition in the local band live. If there is a musician you particularly like on stage, you can keep comparing him and expressing your love when he is soloing, but if you decide to compare your heart to a musician, you can no longer Compared to other people, unless you completely empathize with someone else, there is a feeling of being bound.

Unlike music fans who just come to join in the fun, those who can compare their hearts are hard-core fans. Some musicians will quietly observe the number of opposite sexes who compare their hearts to them, and use them to show off in private.

As soon as Jian She finished speaking, the prelude to the last song "Winter Chair" started leisurely.

The giant LED screen behind it was also lit up, and blurred and fantastic scenery such as deserted wilderness and benches by the sea were constantly flashing across the screen.

Seeing the bench, Louis Wen suddenly remembered that Jian She seemed to have told him that the song "Winter Chair" wanted to create an image of a bench by the sea in winter, a pair of lovers sitting on it, the older one One of them is about to pass away, and the other has been by his side forever, from dawn to dawn.

Under the gaze of all eyes, Jian She moved her lips and began to sing.

"The white sand and green pines that are close in front of you melt into the chaotic thoughts"

"It's getting clearer..."

"It's your skin that's the same color as it"

Before the sun rises in winter, the water and the sky are covered with cold white. The boundless white wraps the two people on the bench layer by layer. The flowers in the stone bloom quietly, and the strong sea breeze brings back memories.

"I was born with scars"

"Caught in a vortex of speculation and exaggeration"

"I fell and got up again"

"Because I tasted the poison called you"

……

The song suddenly enters a sad tune when it is sung here, and the form changes back to simplicity without changing, but the sadness is more overwhelming and penetrates into the heart, just like the people left on the bench are holding the breath that is getting weaker and weaker. The lover weeps bitterly, blaming himself for his powerlessness over his loss.

Jian She raised her head slightly, at first glance it seemed that she couldn't restrain her emotions while singing, but in fact she was quietly looking for Lu Yiwen's figure.

I don't know if Lu Yiwen noticed his gaze, but it happened to meet his gaze from a distance.

Strong feelings exploded in Jian She's heart.

"If you pray, you will not be abandoned"

"I would like to make it a mouth addiction for the rest of my life"

"In an Unseen Dream"

"I hid the ending in fear"

……

After the climax, the accompaniment returned to a gentle tone, and the song gradually came to an end, and Jian She sang more and more lingeringly as it went, like the last whisper between lovers.

All of a sudden, the sound of musical instruments came to an end, as if it meant that the night was over, and the people who were still alive kept kissing the hair and cheeks of their lovers who had lost their warmth, but they could no longer wake up each other.

On the contrary, behind the dead lover, the beautiful morning glow gradually swept across the sky.

"Thin-winged mayfly chasing the light"

"Under the sky as far as the eye can see"

"The morning glow burns me to death..."

...

……

After the song was sung, the audience first fell into a brief silence, and then burst into earth-shattering applause and cheers.

The girl just now was still frantically flirting with Jian She.

Not only the audience in the audience was satisfied, but Lu Yiwen was also dumbfounded. He always prefers this kind of emotionally explosive ballads when listening to songs. This song really hit his heart and fit his ears very well.

After the live ended, the audience dispersed in an instant, and they walked out of the venue while discussing the performance just now.

Lu Yiwen went downstairs to the preparation room, but when he arrived, he heard Jing Xiang say that Jian She ran to the second floor to look for him after the scene, so he turned back again.

When going up, Jian She leaned on the railing sideways to him, and ran over quickly as soon as she saw him.

Before Lu Yiwen could open his mouth to praise him, he was embraced by Jian She who rushed forward.

Jian She hugged him tightly, put her head on Lu Yiwen's shoulder and asked him happily: "Brother, did you hear the end just now?"

"Yes, I listened to the second half..." The boy's weight suddenly fell on him, and Lu Yiwen was caught off guard by his hug, and was a little dazed for a while.

But Jian She seems to be still in the excitement of the live just now, and there are bursts of heat from the body that is close to him. Lu Yiwen couldn't push him away, so he had to put his hand on the other's back, and patted him as a compliment .

"Brother, do you like it?" Jian She's voice was full of anticipation and joy, "Lyrics, music, whatever you like."

The lyrics were written when he burst into emotion, and the music was composed by him staying up all night for Lu Yiwen. No matter where it is or what it is, he sang it silently countless times in the dark night, wanting to give it to him at a certain time. Lu Yiwen put all his strength into it.

As long as Lu Yiwen likes it a little, all his hard work will not be in vain.

"It's all very good, I like them all." Lu Yiwen praised him sincerely.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that Jian She who was holding him was happier, and the hand holding him was a little tighter, and Lu Yiwen finally felt a little uncomfortable: "Let go first, I smell of cigarettes and alcohol all over my body ..."

"That's great, that's great..." Jian She refused to let go, and continued to whisper in his ear over and over again, "Brother, you like it, I'm really happy——Brother, this can be regarded as a good performance for me Yet?"

Listening to his murmurs of joy, Lu Yiwen felt warm and helpless in his heart.

"Yes, of course. You sang very well tonight."

"Then can I make a request?" Jian She turned her head back in front of him, his fair face was stained with blush, his eyes were very bright, and he looked very cute and moving in the dimly lit livehouse.

Lu Yiwen was taken aback by him, and subconsciously said: "Ah... yes, you can mention it."

Hearing this, Jianshe finally rolled her eyes with a smile.

He said, "Brother, close your eyes."

The author has something to say: I wrote the lyrics of this chapter for half an hour, proud and proud.jpg

In fact, I wrote a lot, but there are only a few sentences left after deletion...

Hope you all like it.