Reborn ghost superstar

He Jinglin proposed that within one month, Jiang Feng and Wu Xin would sing "Finale" respectively, and the guest candidates would be determined based on the performance of the singing.As a result, Jiang Feng became seriously ill as soon as he turned his head and lay on the bed for a whole week. Later, he was busy for almost seven days to investigate Wu Xin's affairs. Seeing that half of the time had passed, he hadn't practiced this song at all, and he could only listen to it. I've only heard it two or three times.

To talk about the experience of singing this song, both formal and informal are counted together, and the only time is in the Imperial Concert Hall.The only time there was no preparation at all, and it was all improvised singing, standing on the most solemn stage, accompanied by the most magnificent instrument in the world-the organ.

It was an extremely wonderful experience for Jiang Feng.Not only the comfort of being surrounded by the long and soft sound of the pipe organ on the stage, not only the unprecedented joy of hearing his own voice clearly, when he stood on the stage, the strongest feeling was——

That's not enough.

It's not that Jiang Feng is boasting, he has a very keen sense of harmony, and it is also because of this talent that he was able to write a song with a complex structure like "Black Hole" in his previous life.He Jinglin's arrangement of the song "Finale", the excellent acoustics of the concert hall, and the shocking sound of the organ, all of these combined to maximize his understanding of this piece of music.Standing on the stage, facing the empty auditorium, he really felt that something called "inspiration" was flying around in front of his eyes, and he could grab it with just a stretch of his hand.

Now this version is well arranged and played by the organ.However, it is not enough.If left to him, he could give the song a whole new interpretation.

When he came back from the concert hall that day, Jiang Feng's mind was full of possibilities for this melody.He has never had the habit of staying up late, lying in bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for the first time, he simply got up and wrote the fifth and sixth editions of the score overnight.After meeting Wu Xin today, his fighting spirit was even more ignited. On the way home by car, he had better ideas, and rejected all the versions written the night before.

It was approaching evening when I got home, and Wang Yan had already left.There was a large plate of sliced ​​cantaloupe on the coffee table in the living room, probably sent by He Jinglin again.Jiang Feng stared at the plate of fruit for a long time, then scratched his hair helplessly.

... I always feel that that person looks like an extremely mature and stable social elite, but in some respects, he is actually unexpectedly childish.

Jiang Feng was full of energy and went to the bookshelf to get the staff paper. While enjoying the cantaloupe, he refined his thoughts on the road and put them on paper.Time passed quickly between writing and rewriting, and when he was finally satisfied, the clock had pointed to 10 o'clock in the evening.

The cantaloupe was wiped out by Jiang Feng without knowing it.When he took the plate to the kitchen to wash the dishes, he realized that he hadn't actually eaten dinner.Fruits can't be full, and I didn't feel it when I was concentrating on arranging the song. Now I regained my senses, and my stomach began to growl in response to the occasion.

But if you eat before going to bed, it is obvious that you will put fat on your body.After being ill for more than a week and being bedridden every day, Jiang Feng managed to get into a shapely figure with a tendency to slack, which made him loathe himself for a long time every time he looked in the mirror.So, even though the temptation of supper was huge, he gritted his teeth and decided to hold back.

This little psychological struggle probably took less than three seconds.There was no stain on the plate, and it was as clean as new after a little flushing. He was about to raise his hand to turn off the water, when there was an extremely sharp tinnitus.

"Well--"

The tinnitus seemed to have a solid substance, it pierced into his brain like two awls, and it continued to penetrate deeper, stirring and stirring in his head.At that moment, Jiang Feng only felt a dark room-like blood red in his vision, and the world began to twist and spin rapidly. The furniture and still life, which were the most common, now had hideous faces and attacked him.

The plate in his hand fell into the sink and shattered into several pieces, but he didn't hear the sound of the porcelain breaking at all.The headache felt like it was about to burst, the fingers on the faucet couldn't be controlled, and the water hose was opened wide in the convulsion, and the water that spewed out suddenly splashed all over his body and face.

Then, the monster in his chest finally woke up and writhed desperately in a way that Jiang Feng had never experienced before. His movements were rapid and irregular, just like a creature instinctively fleeing in a panic when it sensed danger.

The water dragon was like a sharp blade, cutting through Jiang Feng's body repeatedly, causing severe pain that spread along the nerves to his whole body, making him almost unable to breathe.He bent down in pain, his fingers gripped the edge of the pool tightly, and he took a hard breath after trying a few times.

The shock response of the human body under excessive pain is a kind of self-protection.However, this time, the pain had already exceeded the limit of shock or coma, but Jiang Feng could not lose consciousness no matter what, and his mind was always clear.This makes the action of the water dragon a long and endless torture.He felt that he could no longer feel the existence of his body and limbs, and the only thing left was the piercing pain.

Jiang Feng slowly slid down against the edge of the pool, curled up on the cold floor tiles, closed his eyes and prayed that the torture would end as soon as possible.The accompanying tinnitus would wear down one's will faster than the pain, and the unexplained deep fear made his whole body tremble uncontrollably.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice finally pierced through the tinnitus that devoured everything, and rang in his head. It was brisk, full of magnetism, and tinged with a bit of joking.

——It is a black pearl with a diameter of three centimeters, which is said to have originally belonged to the imperial palace of the Qing Dynasty.

...Ding Shuizhu...Mr. He?

——You are really sexy in what you wear like this, sunny and passionate, gentle and abstinent, listen to me, you will also wear this suit on the day you go on stage!

……I……

— Tried it, much higher than the passing line, I scored 85 points.

——Finally, a young idol has a sunny and positive look.

——Recently, every time I think about this incident, I will become very abnormal, as if there is a fire stuck in my chest, which cannot come up or go down.

——Xiaofeng, for you, what is the most proud thing in your life?

——The next encore track, "Finale", I would like to invite a guest to complete it with me.This person is a very important partner of mine. I admire and respect him for his musical accomplishments.

——if so?

if so...

The pain continued. Perhaps Jiang Feng gradually got used to the pain, and the tinnitus also subsided a little.Finally regaining the senses of his limbs, he realized that his whole body was almost drenched in sweat, and the icy cold air rushed up from the floor, making his teeth chatter with the cold.There was a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth. I don't know whether it was unconsciously biting his lips in pain, or his blood was surging due to the action of the water dragon.

With some difficulty, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed He Jinglin's number.

"Hello, Xiaofeng?"

When the man's voice sounded, the tears that Jiang Feng had been holding back for a while when the pain was the heaviest burst out in an instant.His lips trembled so much that he couldn't make a sound in the end, just took two breaths, which sounded like two sobs.

"... Xiaofeng, what's wrong? Are you crying?"

When asked by He Jinglin, Jiang Feng's tears fell even more fiercely.He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and while weeping, he cursed in his heart: What's wrong with crying, it hurts so much...

He Jinglin's phone call was silent from beginning to end.The man paused for a while, and said a little eagerly: "...wait for me, I'll go find you now."

Jiang Feng tightened his fingers holding the phone, and after a while he said in a hoarse voice, "He Jinglin... If you come here now, we're probably really doomed."