Reborn ghost superstar

Because the total score is fixed, as long as the number of votes for one player is announced, the number of votes for the other player will be announced naturally.The audience who supported He Jingwen immediately applauded enthusiastically, and the host continued with thunderous applause: "Then He Jingwen got 48 votes. In the end, Jiang Feng got 98 votes, and He Jingwen got 101 votes. He Jingwen won!"

Amid wild applause and cheers from the audience, the host raised He Jingwen's arm.The girl cried even harder, and walked over to hug Jiang Feng tightly.

"Jiang Feng, is there anything you want to say to the audience who support you?"

In half a year, from the audition and blind selection all the way to here, and finally stopped at the gate of the finals, there are indeed too many emotions in my heart.Jiang Feng picked up the microphone, took a few deep breaths, tried to calm down his frantic heartbeat, and then heard a female voice shouting "Come on, Jiang Feng" hoarsely.

He smiled shyly and waved his hand in the direction of the sound, and then, like an echo, almost the same shout echoed around the stands, and finally turned into continuous applause and cheers.

"I... the reason why I came to China Giant Voice in the first place was actually because I wanted to sing. I have been able to come here and sing so many songs, and I feel very satisfied. Thank you everyone."

In the applause of the audience, he shook hands and hugged several mentors one by one. When passing by the stands, he clearly saw many audiences with tears in their eyes and waved goodbye to him.

When I returned to the backstage lounge, I had already received two text messages on my phone, both of which were sent immediately after the results were announced.One was sent by Wang Yan, "Xiao Feng, the uncrowned king, you're doing well!", and the other was sent by He Jinglin, with only a smiling face.

He sat down and gave Wang Yan a smile back, and when he opened He Jinglin's item, he put his fingers on the phone keyboard for a long time, but couldn't think of what to reply.

In the end, he just put down his phone, leaned all his weight on the back of the chair, and let out a long sigh of relief.

His great Chinese voice is all over here.

When I was on stage, I was infected by the too tense rhythm of the game, as if I was just executing the process of the game step by step, completely ignoring my personal emotions.Even after the host announced his score and announced that the winner was He Jingwen, he mechanically accepted the result, but his mind went blank.

It wasn't until now, when he came down from that splendid stage, and sat alone in the backstage lounge, listening to the applause from the audience on the stage for another contestant, that he felt his feet fall again. Back on the ground, there is a little real touch.

He finally realized that he had really failed.Lost to that girl named He Jingwen who sang enthusiastically and wildly.

His Chinese giant voice, here, is all over.

Before taking the stage to compete, he felt that he didn't pay much attention to winning or losing.If you can get to this point, your future development in the music world will depend more on your own potential than your ranking in the competition.Among the players in the previous two seasons, it is not uncommon for the latter to overwhelm the former in terms of development momentum.So, just enjoy the stage and show your soul as a singer to everyone without reservation.

——He originally thought so.

However, when he was really defeated, he suddenly discovered that there was a voice in his heart clamoring so fiercely - want to win!I want to enter the annual grand ceremony, I want to sing till the end, get the championship trophy, I want more people to hear his singing.

I want to stay a little longer and sing a few more songs on this best and best stage that has brought him so much emotion and strength...

He bent down deeply, propping his forehead with his hands, only feeling a slight lump in his throat.The mixed emotions of gratification, pride and deep resentment almost overwhelmed his whole body.

Jiang Feng sat quietly like this for a long time, and when he raised his head again, because his eyes were pressed in the darkness for a long time, his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

He squinted his eyes and adjusted for a while before he could see the figure in front of him clearly.He Shengyu smiled at him, pointed to the door of the lounge with his thumb up.

"Would you like to have a drink or two? You look like you're in desperate need of alcohol."

Jiang Feng hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

The two went to that Twilight again.He Shengyu opened the VIP packet and ordered two bottles of Royal Deer Cognac.

"My brother likes to drink Remy Martin, but I still think Royal Deer is better." He asked the waiter to step back, poured two glasses of brandy himself, and poured the refreshing ice water for drinking spirits.

Jiang Feng didn't speak all the way, and now when He Shengyu finished pouring the wine, he picked up the glass and drank it down in one gulp, regardless of the exquisiteness of wine tasting.

"Hey...you drink slowly, you will get drunk if you drink so fast." He Shengyu quickly handed the water to Jiang Feng, and said with some concern.

The coldness of ice water can awaken people's sensitivity to wine.Swallowing down the ice water, the mellow aroma of the top cognac lingering in the mouthpiece became more intense, and the heat of the alcohol quickly spread from the throat to the whole body, making Jiang Feng immersed in a kind of warm laziness, almost slightly drunk .

He missed He Jinglin again.The Dasai Daiginjo that was placed on the coffee table when I first went to his house, the ignorant phrase "alcohol is enough", and the Riesling ice wine that was sent as a white flag during the Cold War, the two drank together very happily Lingwu lamb wine, and when drinking beer, you can always order "one more bottle", and you can recognize that he is drinking Asahi Kurosheng with just a kiss...

The unanswered text message on the phone is still open in the foreground.He slid open the screen saver and stared at the little smiling face for a long time. The stimulation of alcohol made his eye sockets slightly moist, and his vision of looking at the screen was not clear anymore.

"There is nothing to lose. Your performance on the stage of China Jusheng has been amazing enough. I even feel that at any time, as long as you are given a microphone, you can impress everyone with your music. You know, I am now Very proud, I was the one who discovered you at the beginning..."

The person in front of him said this while sipping the wine slowly.The voice, movements and somewhat blurred figure are all so similar to the other person in memory.

——It was I who first discovered Jiang Feng's talent. If I didn't participate in the process of polishing this rough stone into a dazzling star, it would be a pity for me, the discoverer of the rough stone...

"Would you like to try it?" The person in front of him said softly, and handed something to his hand. He stared blankly for a while before he recognized it. It was a burning cigarette.

Cigarettes are even more harmful to the throat than alcohol. Jiang Feng usually never smokes.However, the frustration of losing the game gave him an urge to indulge for a while. Things that he would never touch before now have a strong magical power.He only hesitated for a while, then took it and took a deep breath.

The particularly rich plant aroma instantly spread in his lungs, and the numbing pleasure that was almost the moment before the end of making love rushed straight from the spine to the forehead, making his breath hot immediately.He looked at the cigarette butt in his hand with unclear eyesight, and always felt that the smell of that cigarette was very familiar, but he couldn't remember when he tasted it.

"Xiaofeng..." The person in front of him was already very close to him at some point, his muscular body was almost attached to his body, and when he spoke, his fiery breath swept over his neck that was already dripping with sweat, moist and tender. The itchy touch made him tremble slightly.

That figure and voice completely overlapped with another person in memory.

——Xiaofeng...

When hot lips touched his slightly trembling lips, a string in his chaotic and fuzzy brain snapped.Jiang Feng suddenly remembered what the rich and strong aroma of that cigarette was——

marijuana!

It's not that he hasn't touched these things in his previous life. In rock bands at the bottom, it's a tacit practice for everyone to smoke some leaves before performing on stage to make the performance more high.But for professional singers who aspire to go on in the music world for a long time, cherishing feathers is the most basic thing.The attitude of Chinese society in this regard is still quite conservative. Any artist who has a little relationship with drugs is exposed, which means that his career is completely over.

The word "marijuana" made Jiang Feng sober up all of a sudden. Whether it was the glass of wine, the puff of smoke he inhaled into his lungs, or even the frustration and indulgence of losing the game, he was completely awake. .He forcefully pushed away the person pressing on him, slapped He Shengyu hard on the side of the face, sat up straight and took two deep breaths, poured a glass of ice water into his hand, and slapped it on his burning cheeks and neck.

The atmosphere in the private room was awkwardly silent.After a while, He Shengyu lit a cigarette and took a puff. When he exhaled the smoke, he seemed to sigh softly.

"I know who you are. . . . This kind of thing is really incredible, but I just know it."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Feng, his eyes were extremely fierce, but with a hint of despair.

"I just don't understand. What is it that I am not as good as my brother? You want to sing, play music, and make an album - I am the one who can give you these! I gave you Lu Yao's guest, I was the one who released the single for you, I was the one who stayed up countless nights writing and arranging songs for you, what did he, He Jinglin, do to make you so devoted to him?!"

Jiang Feng had never thought about his feelings for He Jinglin, let alone about He Shengyu.A series of questioning made him unable to answer at all for a while, and he just sat there in a daze.

He Shengyu stared at Jiang Feng for a while with those fierce eyes, then took another puff of cigarette and laughed at himself.

"Just because he's your 'little boss'? Do you really think that someone like my brother would be allowed to sing in a bar and play in a band at home? He is not your teammate at the beginning. You have misunderstood him." .”

It took Jiang Feng several seconds to realize the meaning of this sentence, and he only felt a "buzz" in his brain.Immediately, He Shengyu threw his mobile phone into his hand, and he turned it over to look at it, only to see a Sohu Entertainment news on it, the headline read——

"The arrangement of "Sleepsong" by Chinese giant Jiang Feng has a prototype, and Feng Xiao, a former member of Fomalhaut, expressed his appreciation for the new interpretation"