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

Seven years ago, the top [-] promotion match was a two-player competition. The lottery determined that he and Yi Zhou would be in a group. The two of them were bored in the small dark room, where they ate and slept. It took them a week to write two songs day and night.

"Yuan'er, which song do you want to use for the first duo competition?" Yi Zhou lazily leaned halfway beside the electronic piano, his hair was blown into a ball, and his eyes were still piercing.

Zong Yuan sat on the ground and rubbed his chin facing the messy paper, "I like the first song, but unfortunately the tune is too heavy. It's the first time for us to sing together, let's sing the second song first."

Yi Zhou snapped his fingers, "Okay, then the second song, the first song will be given to you for free."

"Didn't you say there will be two rounds? In the second round, we will sing the first song and win." Zong Yuan vowed.

Yi Zhou froze for a moment, then smiled, "Alright, I'll listen to you."

They sang the second song "No Worth" on the promotion stage. Unsurprisingly, the strong alliance ranked first in total points.

But Zongyuan never expected that Yizhou was teasing him for the two combination matches, and the second match arranged by the program group after the combination match was to choose one of the two, that is to say, even if they ranked first in total points, One person will be eliminated.

But for the second game, he and Yi Zhou only prepared one song.

Zong Yuan played first, and he left the rest of the song to Yi Zhou, and sang a song that he was unprepared for. The temporary choice put him under heavy pressure.

As for the song that he left behind, Yi Zhou didn't sing, and he didn't even come out of the stage door at all. When he heard the news of his retirement from the host, Zong Yuan thought that he had a hallucination. listen.

He didn't even listen to the results of the game, and rushed back to the dormitory. All the things in Yizhou were removed, the bed and wardrobe were empty, and he saw a post-it note on the wooden cabinet, which simply wrote the words "flying and flying" :come on!

After staying together in the same room for more than half a year, when he left suddenly, he didn't even leave him a hug.

He suddenly remembered that a few minutes before he walked out of the little black room, Yi Zhou patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yuan'er, you have to sing the first song well."

At that time, he only thought that Yizhou made a slip of the tongue, because they were about to sing the second song together.

It was only later that I realized that this song Yizhou was written for him in the first place.

And that day's promotion match, he won completely, but also lost completely.

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Walking out of the memory, Yi Zhou had almost finished singing the first verse of "Ignorance". The staff handed over the microphone, and he stood behind the curtain.

The music just reached that point, the door in front of him was manipulated to open, and the darkness was suddenly covered by a dazzling array of scenes. Zong Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes to adapt to the light, and held the microphone to sing the long-lost words.

"I've heard people begging for forgiveness for departed love,

Those who fly far away say that there will be a period later,

growing fearlessly,

Take your time when you lose,

I thought I could return it to my hand after going around..."

The moment Zong Yuan opened his eyes, he saw surprise in Yi Zhou's eyes, and heard the suppressed exclamation of the audience.

He walked down the steps step by step and came to the center of the stage.

"Are you crying, saying that there is a chance to continue, it's all empty joy

Ignorant, he covers his scars and walks towards no end..."

Yi Zhou stood where he was, and walked to him belatedly.

Yi Zhou looked at him, but he didn't meet his eyes. He turned towards the audience, squeezed the microphone tighter and tighter, and was suddenly tapped twice on the shoulder. Zong Yuan paused for a moment. Like the door of the small black house back then.

Zong Yuan inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable. This inconspicuous movement was a signal of parting in his memory.

Zong Yuan, who has always played steadily on stage, showed some signs of collapse today. He tried hard to adjust his emotions. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Yi Zhou who was beside him picked up the microphone and harmonized the last line for him.

"This road is too long, I started wandering again..."

After the first song, the audience stayed in the tune just now, Zong Yuan was also immersed in it and did not come out. He thought that all the intersections were limited to "lyricist: Zong Yuan; composer: Yizhou", but he did not expect that this song made They are back on the same stage.

Yi Zhou walked out of the song first and bowed to the stage. Zong Yuan unconsciously imitated his movements, and Yi Zhou smiled a little when he saw it.

Yi Zhou was holding his usual microphone, and they were so close that Zong Yuan could see "YZ" engraved on the seemingly ordinary microphone.

The host stepped onto the stage at the right time, "Thank you Yizhou, thank you Zongyuan, this song seems to bring us back to the summer seven years ago, it is really full of memories."

Amid the endless applause from the audience, the host continued: "Mr. Yizhou's works do not contain songs of this style. In fact, I couldn't believe it when I saw that the composer was you."

"They are all my own sons with different styles." Yi Zhou looked at Zong Yuan after finishing speaking, and asked him with a smile, "Where is Yuan'er? What do you think about your unfavored son?"

Zong Yuanzheng was a little puzzled by this metaphor. This song is his son and his own son, so what is he and him?

Being called suddenly, Zong Yuan turned his head in a daze. When he was confronting the script with the host, he didn't expect Yi Zhou to add drama to him temporarily.

"Not out of favor." He picked up the microphone and said coldly.

For thousands of years, the formula of saying less and answering irrelevant questions is still the same, which caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

Yi Zhou was also taken aback for a moment, and the smile on his face became even wilder, "Okay, I'm favored, the laughter of the friends in the audience is a little restrained, we are far from thin-skinned."

Some girls in the audience immediately covered their mouths, but the person who smiled most obviously was Yi Zhou on stage.

The following plots followed the script, and there were no other minor accidents. Zong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped down. When Yi Zhou watched him, he always had the illusion that he would be asked questions at any time.

Zong Yuan strode ahead with windy footsteps, and Yi Zhou followed behind, seeing that there was no hope of catching up with him, he shook his head helplessly.

After returning to the lounge, Bai Lin had a chance to join him, "Brother Yuan, how does it feel to be on stage with Brother Zhou?"

Zong Yuan glanced at him, took off his coat, and said nothing.

"Brother Yuan, are you shy? I just watched from the backstage. Brother Zhou kept showing his affections. Why didn't you respond..."

Bai Lin opened his mouth and babbled non-stop, Zong Yuan was already in a state of confusion, and being made such a fuss by him was even more annoying.

"You go to find Qi Gaoyang tomorrow."

As soon as Bai Lin heard Qi Gaoyang's name, he immediately threw away the gossip, "What are you doing, Brother Yuan, do you want me to convey something?"

"Change to an assistant who doesn't talk much." Zong Yuan picked up his mobile phone and went out.

Bai Lin was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect to leave work so quickly, he immediately packed up his things and followed Zong Yuan, his brother Yuan was soft-hearted, it might be useful to sell more.

Zong Yuan strode out alone, as if he couldn't wait to get out of here. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out through the back door, he saw Yi Zhou sitting lazily on the flower bed outside with a cigarette in his mouth. fountain.

Zong Yuan hesitated whether to continue to go out, and the location of Yizhou was the place he must pass through.

Before he could figure it out, Yi Zhou saw him first and hooked him. Zong Yuan looked around and saw no one, so he hesitated for two seconds and walked towards him.

Yi Zhou patted the tiles beside him, nodded slightly towards that position, "Sit."

"Where's Zheng Huai?" Zong Yuan sat down and asked.

Yi Zhou raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, this was the first sentence he took the initiative to say to himself today, although he mentioned someone else...

"I forgot something and went back to look for it." Because of the cigarette he was biting, Yi Zhou's speech was a little vague, "I haven't seen each other for so many years, and I haven't said hello to your brother?"

Zong Yuan remained silent.

Yi Zhou snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette, and sighed, "What's wrong, wasn't it lively before, who taught me whether he was big or small now?"

"Brother Zhou." Zong Yuan called softly.

He hasn't called this name for too long, so the moment he called the exit, it felt a little unreal.

Satisfied, Yi Zhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly with a flamboyant smile, "Would you like a cigarette?"

Zong Yuan was startled when he heard that, Yi Zhou took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from his pocket, apparently it was newly opened while Zheng Huai was away, he twisted one out and handed it to Zong Yuan.

Zong Yuan caught it subconsciously, but he pulled the cigarette back, and heard him say in his ear: "What kind of cigarettes do children smoke?"

Confusion flashed across Zong Yuan's eyes, he looked at his empty hands and smiled.

Yi Zhou stared at his expression, seeing the faintly raised corners of his lips, he felt unbelievable for a moment, Zong Yuan debuted for so many years, especially in the past two years, every article Yi Zhou read about In his report, he has never seen this person really smile.

"Laughing?" Yi Zhou asked him bluntly, "What's the fun?"

"I'm 26." Zong Yuan said.

Yi Zhou also laughed, and blurted out, "Brother always thinks you are eighteen."

If someone else said this, it would be a compliment or a sarcasm, but when it came to Yi Zhou's mouth, it had a different meaning.

When they met that year, he happened to be.

Zong Yuan's heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and he didn't know why, why did he leave without saying a word when the two people who were close to each other, who used to talk about everything, why did they finally attend the party at the same time in the past few years On the road, they are always passing each other.

"What's the matter, don't let smoking make me angry?" Yi Zhou stuffed the cigarette case back into his pocket and asked casually.

Zong Yuan shook his head, "No."

"This is not a good thing, your throat is clean, don't ruin it."

"Yeah, I know." Zong Yuan responded, and he listened.

Like other people who cherish words like gold, Yi Zhou twitched his lips helplessly. Where did he hide that little chatterbox from before?

Yi Zhou's eyes sized him up and down a few times, Zong Yuan sat there with his head bowed, wondering what he was thinking, as if he was not disturbed by his gaze.

Too thin, Yi Zhou sighed in his heart.

How can an artist exhaust himself into such a virtue.