I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

Yi Zhou knocked on the door twice with his knuckles, attracting the eyes of the three people inside.

The middle-aged man is thin and thin, but his eyes are full of light. He is a smooth person at first glance. For such a person, the moment he sees Yizhou, the smile on his face is a little stiff.

"Did I bother you?" Yi Zhou asked with a smile on his lips.

Zong Yuan saw that Yizhou's sitting posture changed instantly. He changed from his previous lazy appearance, his back straightened a lot, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

I don't know when Yizhou came here...

"Brother Zhou." Zong Yuan called out.

Yi Zhou frowned, "What did I say last time?"

Zong Yuan suddenly remembered the last text message, and he said that he would change his address back when we met next time.

Zong Yuan shut up.

The difference of one word means the distance between two people, Yi Zhou understands this truth, and Zong Yuan understands it better.

He refused, and Yizhou didn't force it. No matter how hard he tried, there was still a chance to make Yuan'er change his mind, so he couldn't be in a hurry.

Yi Zhou walked to the armrest beside Zong Yuan, stretched out his long legs, and sat on it casually, "Which one will play tonight?"

Zong Yuan moved his butt to make room for Yi Zhou, "The penultimate one."

"That's a coincidence. I'll be the first one. We'll have dinner together when you're done?" Yi Zhou asked for his opinion.

One program was filmed first, and another program was ranked second to last. There was a gap of more than three hours in between. I don't know how Yi Zhou could lightly say "coincidence".

Zong Yuan hesitated, but Yi Zhou refused to be rejected, "You don't eat before playing, I know."

Zong Yuan could only nod his head, "Please wait for me."

"Yuan'er, I don't like to hear your words."

The two chatted as if no one was around, Zheng Huai and Bai Lin chose to ignore it, but unfortunately Peng Xiangyu and his manager didn't know what to do with this kind of blunt ignorance for a while, if it was someone else, it would have exploded , but Yi Zhou and Zong Yuan sat in front of them.

"Then let's go first. If we have the opportunity, we must cooperate with you." The middle-aged man said something, and pulled Peng Xiangyu away.

Yi Zhou glanced at the backs of the two men, and hooked the corners of his lips in disdain.

The person in charge who followed was ignored from the beginning to the end, and now they also led Peng Xiangyu to another lounge.

"Brother Wang, that Zongyuan has a great background? Why are you being so polite to him?" Peng Xiangyu still couldn't understand after returning to the new lounge, but he was just a good-looking little star.

The middle-aged man's eyelids started to twitch when he saw the little assistant looking for him. When he heard that Peng Xiangyu instructed Zong Yuan to make way for him, he wished he could fly with his wings and carry Peng Xiangyu away. The foolish words were heard by Yizhou. The important thing is that the relationship between Yizhou and Zongyuan seems to be too good.

Yi Zhou's unforgiving temperament, even if he would let Zong Yuan, has the meaning of flattering him.

"Zong Yuan probably has no background." The agent said impatiently.

When Peng Xiangyu heard this, his back straightened up, "Let me just say, a starlet without a backstage, still has a dead fish face."

The middle-aged man's hair stood on end when he heard him say this, "My ancestor, can you go online? Look at who Zong Yuan is. He doesn't like to talk. Whatever he said, everyone Spitting stars can drown your road to fame."

"Isn't he without background?" Peng Xiangyu was a little surprised.

"It's terrible to get mixed up to this point without any background. Tianyuan Entertainment tried their best, but they didn't let Lu Xingyan step on Zong Yuan. Think about it yourself." The middle-aged man hates iron and steel, "You are still in the initial stage, what kind of fan The foundation is not solid, restrain yourself!"

"All right, all right, can't I see him walking around next time?" Peng Xiangyu didn't know what his manager was worried about, Zong Yuan seemed to have no temper and was easy to talk.

On the contrary, Yizhou, who came in later, was blessed with a unique appearance, an aura around him, and an attitude of being like no one else. Being in the same room is really stressful.

……

In the room here, Yi Zhou took a look at the palm-sized space, "You are the only one willing to come to such a small space."

"Convenience." Zong Yuan said indifferently: "There are still people robbing it."

Yi Zhou couldn't help laughing when he said that, he reached out his hand to rub his head, but when he saw the hairspray, he withdrew his hand again, "You little rookie, I think I'm so tall when I move a little bit, and I want to show off my presence."

These words are to comfort him, Zong Yuan doesn't care, it doesn't matter if others recognize him or not, as long as there is a place for him to sing.

In the past few years, it's not that he hasn't been bullied and ridiculed verbally by those who are backed by people. There are all kinds of trees when the birds are big, not to mention the background, he is indeed inferior to others.

Yi Zhou was thinking about something on his mind, and rubbed his hands on his back. Zong Yuan's contract should be more than a year away. If Zong Yuan is recruited to Huashang Entertainment by then...

Yi Zhou shook his head. As one of the top entertainment companies, Huashang is blessed with resources, but the deeper the water, the muddier it is, and the smog is not suitable for Zong Yuan to treat.

In the bottom of his heart, he denied several companies one after another, frowning, completely forgetting that Zong Yuan's contract would expire more than a year later.

Zong Yuan didn't hear his voice for a long time, turned his head to look, and saw Yi Zhou was helpless, "Brother Zhou?"

Yi Zhou came back to his senses, "Huh?"

"You have a dress rehearsal," he reminded.

Yi Zhou nodded, asked Zheng Huai to take his microphone to the background for debugging, got up and took two steps, then looked back at Zong Yuan, "Shall we go together?"

Zong Yuan shook his head, he didn't want to stay in the noisy environment outside for too long.

Yi Zhou didn't force it, and went out first.

As night falls, the lights illuminate the sky, and the dynamic music penetrates people's eardrums, shaking people's hearts.

Zong Yuan found a remote place and watched the direction of the stage.

Yi Zhou held a silver-gray microphone in his hand, and in the darkness, the spotlight shone on him.

Suddenly the music started, and the girls shouted loudly, this kind of broken sound that was annoying to Zong Yuan, he actually found it a bit pleasant at the moment.

These people all like Yizhou, just like him, all eyes are on him.

Yi Zhou is worthy of being a street bomber. The time of a song drives up the atmosphere of the whole show. When he left the stage, everyone was still immersed in the excitement and couldn't get out.

Zong Yuan looked at the empty stage, turned around and entered the backstage through a special passage.

Yi Zhou never came back, Zong Yuan sat in the small room and waited quietly, the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

It wasn't until a staff member told Zong Yuan that the music festival was about to end that Zong Yuan sorted out his clothes in front of the mirror by the door and walked backstage.

Qi Gaoyang had just accompanied Lu Xingyan to the backstage. According to Bai Lin, Qi Gaoyang just put Lu Xingyan and a few new singers together to form a show.

Originally, Lu Xingyan was brought by Qi Gaoyang to put on a show with Zong Yuan, but they shared the stage too many times, and the audience would unconsciously focus on Zong Yuan every time, easily ignoring the existence of Lu Xingyan, besides, in Zong Yuan In front of the fans who were far away, Lu Xingyan's unsatisfactory fans' voices were suppressed to death.

So this time Qi Gaoyang learned to be smarter, seeing Zong Yuan walking slowly at this time, he was still very conflicted.

Two years ago, Zong Yuan was sharper than he is now, and he was the most proud existence in his hands. He protected Zong Yuan's purity, but it's a pity that he, who was born to be on the stage, has the inability to Flaws in control, his all-or-nothing courage is too frightening for anyone to afford the risk of him slipping out of control.

If he recklessly let go of everything overnight, Tianyuan Entertainment will be accompanied by depression, because they can't come up with a second Zong Yuan.

No one dares to use good resources to praise a person who may leave at any time, just like his birthday party two years ago, he saw a stage accident in Yizhou, and his life and death were uncertain, and he left the party suddenly without any warning. Despite the harsh words and the cold treatment of the company, he still has not regretted his waywardness at that time.

Qi Gaoyang has been his agent for nearly four years, and he knows his personality too well. He seems to never change his walking direction because of outside words. To be honest, he admires Zong Yuan, but he is an out-and-out Interested people want to destroy what they cannot control.

Zong Yuan seldom brings his own equipment. When he took the microphone handed over by the staff, he found that the hand felt a little different. After turning it around a little, he saw the familiar lettering "YZ".

"You gave it wrong." Zong Yuan said to the staff.

The staff member waved his hand, "No, brother Zhou asked me to give it, saying that today's organizer's equipment is a little flawed."

Zong Yuan held the microphone with both hands, and the lettering dedicated to Yizhou made his palms slightly hot.

The makeup artist touched up his makeup a little bit, and the voice urging him to go on stage appeared. Zong Yuan walked through the long and narrow passage, walked up to the lifting platform and stood up.

The prelude sounded, and the lifting platform brought him to the stage. The moment he appeared, the audience in the audience shouted his name loudly.

Zong Yuan couldn't even hear it, his ears were blocked by ear reflexes, and his whole heart was immersed in the music.

Some people always say that Zong Yuan's songs can make people feel substituting, his lyrics are like stories, but also like sentiments, especially when he speaks, no one will doubt whether his voice is worthy of words or music, because only he , to sing the most essential emotions of those songs.

When some netizens were bored, they ranked people unable to surpass the original singing list, and Zong Yuan's name was promoted to the top three.

After the chorus ended, there was a very long harmony. Zong Yuan held the microphone and stood in the center of the stage. The lifting platform took him to a higher place. He did not use the harmony with the album accompaniment, but performed it live. With this penetrating high-pitched sound, the auditorium fell into a mysterious silence.

Someone cried, and I don’t know why they shed tears unconsciously. Maybe his voice was too cold, or maybe it was because when everyone looked up, they saw the slender boy holding the microphone in his hands and shining brightly. He was lonely and sad, and he was determined. strong.

This low-key boy who can be ignored by others on weekdays stands on the stage like a king who no one can stand shoulder to shoulder with.

Yi Zhou leaned on the iron door pole, his eyes locked on the mid-air where the light gathered in the distance, and said to Zheng Huai who was beside him: "Did you see that the light behind him is pressing on his shoulders, doesn't it look lonely. "