After I became popular with my face, I made my debut in C position

Xiaohong also arrived at the scene this time.

It's just that it's different from the last time I got my sister's gift ticket. This time, the performance tickets are completely scrambled.It's really seven points to be able to grab that. The three points are destined to depend on luck.

Sitting in the auditorium, Xiaohong sat on the seat holding the light board and nervously waited for Mu Lin to appear.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a boy sitting next to her.

But Xiaohong didn't pay much attention.

Boys are generally not interested in chasing stars... Most likely they came with their girlfriends, right?she thinks.

She was lost in thought, until the sisters in the front row screamed piercingly, and Xiao Hong came back to her senses, watching the flashing profile on the big screen and her heart throbbed.

--coming! !

Mu Lin stood still on the stage, his eyes accidentally caught the camera, and he tilted his head and smiled lazily with the corners of his mouth curled up.

His skin is sassy and wild.

The soul is also like the scorching wind wrapped in Mars, or the wild rose with sharp thorns growing freely on an alien planet.

...No matter how many times you have seen this face, seeing it again is always a new shock.Xiaohong felt her heart beat suddenly unbalanced irresistibly, she screamed silently in her heart.

Such boys do exist in reality!

——It's the lover of dreams that you can't even dream of! !

The big screen suddenly flickered.

Even the hand of the senior photographer on the stage trembled uncontrollably.

Xiao Hong's blood also flowed backwards to her head. She blushed and was about to scream when she heard the boy next to her raising her arms and shouting, "Ah, oh, man!! Come on!!"

Xiaohong:? ? ?

She stuffed her scream back into her stomach in one breath, Xiaohong hiccupped, and looked back with horror on her face.

Fa, what happened? ?

The male fan frowned at her explicit gaze, and turned around: "What are you looking at?"

Xiaohong looked at his strong muscles, and silently counseled, "No, it's nothing."

Didn't you hit your husband?

Little things.

There are shared bicycles, but can’t there be a shared husband?wipe tears.jpg

On the stage, Mu Lin picked up the microphone, swept his dark eyes down the stage, and asked with a smile, "Who called that just now?"

"I!! It's me! Husband look at me!!" The male fan next to him was elated.

Xiaohong: Humble and cover her face.jpg

Mu Lin actually saw him tens of meters away, and his eyes gradually settled on their area.As soon as Xiaohong raised her head, she met his eyes.

Those peach blossom eyes are really beautiful, the light in his eyes is like cold stars or wrought iron shining brightly, mixed with his sassy demeanor, it is cold and gorgeous.

Even if he is ruthless, people can't help but want to put their enthusiasm into it.

Xiaohong's breath stagnated, and she subconsciously covered her mouth.

Mu Lin raised his brow lazily, raised his jaw and shook his fingers: "You can't call me husband."

After a pause, he smiled deeply, and said, "...but you can call him Big Brother."

There were screams again and again in the auditorium, Xiao Hong was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

What a unique name.

Feng Qingfeng also teased a few words on this topic, and then left the stage, leaving the stage to them.

Xiaohong heard the discussion in the audience.

"I'm looking forward to it, Brother Mu...I was killed last time, so I really regret not being there!"

"Me too!! I hope this time it will be the same as last time..."

"Didn't you guys watch the live broadcast? Brother Mu is singing a lyrical vocal this time."

"……what??"

"Feng Qingfeng also reported the scene just now, why didn't you hear it when you went here?"

"Look, look at the face..."

Xiaohong laughed.

The lights on the stage suddenly dimmed.

The audience in the front row was startled, "The power went out??"

It was later discovered that it was a false alarm.

Yoyo's gentle prelude is played on the piano, followed by soft humming.

The grainy voice is slightly hoarse.The whispering singing was amplified to everyone's ears through the microphone, and the deep and deserted atmosphere filled every inch of the space around them.

The audience let out a small exclamation, and then quickly fell silent.

"I have a story."

(I have a story)

A ray of light was cast on Su Yun's head, he raised his eyes, and the dark eyes under the lashes were calmly staring at the camera.

Mu Lin whispered harmony for his teammates in the corner.

The hoarse voice was like a black and gloomy wind, agitating slowly in the huge auditorium.

Whenever he speaks, his voice immediately draws people into the story, and his charm is very unique.

"...Trapped in Hell."

(I'm stuck in hell)

"And I want to take you out of heaven."

(But I want to take you to the light)

Mu Lin suppressed and suppressed the sense of existence of harmony, making this breeze-like voice unobtrusive, yet making people feel indispensable.

After Ke Yi sang a verse, he stood up in a crouching position holding the mic and looked at Mu Lin.

The light shot down from the top of his head.

Mu Lin's broken hair hangs down his cheeks, and the light source makes his facial features even more unreachable.On the screen, he held the microphone and sang in a low voice:

"Godoncet old me,"

(God said it)

"All stories end badly."

(all stories end badly)

Strong appeal and penetrating power, it makes one's scalp tingle from the first note.

It's low and faint, but it's like an arrow that hits the bull's-eye with a hundred steps, piercing the soreness and pain in one's heart.

Xiaohong's eyes were a little pantothenic, subconsciously looking for a familiar figure on the stage.

"Todieonhisknees,"

(so I get down on my knees and die)

"and today he is defeated."

(so I'm flat out)

The broadcast room was silent.

In the sound system, Murin's voice is forbearing and hoarse, and the harmony of his teammates overlaps but does not appear heavy, and the crooning tone is as soft as a tulle.

Everyone stared at the big screen intently.

Someone pinched his nose and took a deep breath, lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I really don't know whether I should sigh that it is "story" or that I should sigh that it is indeed Brother Mu."

For the first time, the song sung from Mu Lin's mouth made people feel that it couldn't be fired, but they wanted to cover their ears so that he would stop singing.

——It’s not that I sing badly, but that I sing too well.

It is precisely because I know it is a tragedy and feel the irresistible power of the tragedy that I feel that I cannot bear to listen to it.

"Why do I want to cry so much..."

"It shouldn't be like this!! Brother Mu, no, we agreed to bomb the field..."

"He's a fake rapper..."

Mu Lin's voice was like a river flowing under the moonlight, silent, quiet and gentle.People couldn't control their nose sore, and in the blink of an eye, their eyes suddenly blurred.

"Alife without hope,"

(life without hope)

"That's what happened."

(this is real)

In fact, many people have experienced times when they were desperate.

On campus, in the workplace, in many cases.

There is no way to go, and no way to retreat.I could only bite the bullet and hit the south wall again and again, and finally squatted down and hugged my head in exhaustion, wanting to cry heartily, but found that I was so numb that I couldn't even shed tears.

This is what Mu Lin sang.

The hoarse voice picture is so strong that it explodes.It was as if dark clouds were constantly lowering and lowering, and the thunder was muffled but it never rained.

Everything is hidden, endured, and held back.

However, the more forbearing he is, the more empathetic he is.

"Iseethesun,"

(I see the light)

Mu Lin raised his head, staring at the dazzling light above his head.

The soft stage light hit his face, his ebony-like hair danced with a dazzling blue halo, and the earring in his left ear flickered when he lowered his eyes.

"but I can't escape."

(but can't escape)

Xiaohong's nose was sour, and she couldn't help it.

She also remembered the time when she first stepped into society.

As an intern, she was cheap labor in every sense of the word.

I worked overtime at night until three o'clock in the morning, and got up at 06:30 the next day to catch up with the project. I was told by my seniors to do this and that, but I didn't dare to resist. I still have too many things to do when I work overtime.

When I received a call from my parents, I held back my tears and said with a smile: "I have made friends with many colleagues", "Everything is fine", "It's not that you don't know that I'm lazy, I sleep until I wake up naturally every day." .

Who can I talk to about my grievances and depression?

I can only bear it by myself.

She hung up the phone and looked at the late night lights outside the window, and suddenly became confused, not knowing the meaning of her efforts.

future?future?nothing.

All she could feel was the darkness coming from all directions, which made her almost out of breath, and the turbulent and uncontrollable emotions made her want to bury her head and cry.

It's all dark, and I can't see the sky when I look up.

When will the light come on?

Can light save her?

Desperate enough to make people collapse, but unable to break free, unable to escape, can only continue to live in chaos, step by step to be one of the most ordinary walking dead among thousands of people.

"What are people my age doing now."

(what people my age are doing now)

"Stuck in the dark like me?"

(Can't break free in the dark like me?)

"--AmIaverage, oramIexceptional?"

(I'm normal or I'm an exception)

The intensity of the harmony gradually increases.

The stage chorus is also the time when the emotion is at its peak. The chorus sings directly into the soul of the person accompanied by the melody, and a fire is burning.

Xiaohong stood up, holding the light board above her head, and wanted to shout out, but felt her throat was choked by an invisible hand, and the sound she made was just choking.

The male fan next to her carefully handed her a tissue: "Well, you... wipe, wipe?"

Xiaohong took the tissue but didn't wipe it, raised her head and sniffed her nose, fanned her tearful eyes with all her strength, and cursed in a crying voice: "Mu Lin, you are so annoying!! Thanks to me today To see you put on such beautiful makeup."

All crying.

The lyrics sing about hopeless love and life.

But everyone hears themselves in it.

Sometimes, singing can convey what cannot be expressed in words alone.

"Ridiculous story."

(absurd story)

Mu Lin raised his eyes and looked at the camera.

"I hope my song sares sung byin no cent children..."

(I hope those who listen to my songs are innocent children)

"They don't understand."

(they don't understand)

His slender eyelashes cast shadows, making his dark eyes look deep and hollow.

Like a lone star 10,000+ light-years away from the solar system, it has listened to the lonely voice for too long.

In the instructor's lounge, Yu Lian let out a long sigh of relief, and his nervous mood relaxed slightly: "Although I lost the bet, I don't regret this kid's coming to vocal at all."

Carson K grumbled on the sidelines: "No regrets? Go ahead and have fun."

Yu Lian chuckled and looked at the screen, "It would be nice if he could come to vocal next time."

What a treasure.

The melody and drumbeat fade away.

"AmIaverage,"

(am I normal)

The young man on the stage lowered his head and held the mic. When he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes blinked, as if tears were about to fall.The audience also sang together:

"...oramIexceptional?"

(or exception?)

Waves of sound carried the power of silence.

The soft, slightly choked voice melted into the song like a gust of wind.It moves the heart neatly and quietly, and even the breathing wants to follow the rhythm.

——It turns out that the performance stage without harsh screams and roars is like this.

Not bad either.

The players thought.

It's hard not to be envious.

Is it only the screaming of the audience that is the proof of strength?

No, in fact, this is also possible.

After watching today's performance, the audience posted Weibo in unison after returning home.

【#story公园# People were at the scene, and they were really sung and cried...]

[It's different from the original song, shocking! !I strongly urge the program group to release the sound source quickly! ! @选秀101计划目录, I never listen to abuse songs, I am willing to cry and sleep listening to this song! ! 】

[Everyone in this group is great, Mu Ge's harmony is also really good, I feel that the atmosphere is too good]

[The atmosphere of this song is nb so touching, I cried so much and choked with everyone, the shock at that moment is beyond words, I really feel that there are people who have the same experience as me everywhere in the world, I am very touched]

[The collapse of an adult, who hasn't had a few moments of wanting to die?When I heard everyone singing with me, I really couldn’t help but want to cry, thinking—ah, I’m not alone, so there are so many people like me?Instantly healed me a lot]

[Going home, I haven't recovered yet.I feel like this is a performance that I will remember for a long time]

[The original singer RL sang about his own life, while Mu Lin and the others sang about our lives! ! 】

RL's purely hopeless life, where there is no hope, is something that few people have experienced.

That being the case, Mu Lin changed his mind, changed his personal despair, and integrated it into the public.

With resonance, everyone's emotional substitution will be deeper.

The stage lights suddenly brightened.

Mu Lin put down the microphone, and bowed with his teammates hand in hand.

As soon as the cool and handsome boy on the big screen lowered his head, the little tugging on the back of his head flicked lightly, and the sharp and dangerous aura all over his body was instantly destroyed by this small movement.

The unspeakable melancholy that had just been evoked suddenly disappeared, and Xiaohong held the light board in surprise for a moment, then laughed.

prairie.

She must be dazzled.

Otherwise, why would she think Brother Ku is cute! !

The author has something to say: This chapter has a bit too many words~~ Everyone just think I added more!

Thank you all for the birthday wishes!super happy! !At the same time, it also captured the birthday of several Xiao Kuoai's relatives and me, what a coincidence! !I also wish them a happy birthday and happy every day! !

Happy today! !Still red envelope delivery =w=

感谢在2020-08-3022:54:53~2020-08-3117:04:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Feng_Yiyu 1;

Thanks to the little angel who cast land mine: Lu Lu, I love to learn ah ah ah ah ah, have you been thousands of today;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：糯米团沾芝麻543瓶；汐浅、呱呱之泣20瓶；轲景瑜、阿枳10瓶；可乐不加冰8瓶；王者、柒戚戚戚5瓶；季陌、北冥有鱼2瓶；~_~幽宸、梦璃、无鱼、木瓜黄不长很短1瓶；

Oh my god... thanks, thank you all rich ladies! ! !Everyone! ! !