singer and bar owner

He closed his eyes, the cheers in his ears receded like a tide, and there was only a pure roar, which seemed to be the sound of a train speeding past on the track, or the repeated plucking of a musical instrument when he first came into contact with it. A string, the last sound is amplified and elongated to make a sound.

Make everything more pure, as if it is a kind of complexity in itself.

Yu Fan walked towards him step by step from the judges' seat, stepping on the waves of sound in the venue, with a smile on his face that couldn't reach his eyes, he stretched out a hand, and said politely: "Congratulations."

Fans, no less than Fan, came out of the field, and the support gradually grew louder when they heard him speak.

"Yu Fan! Yu Fan! Yu Fan!"

"Come on, Yu Fan! Yu Fan, you are the best!"

The fans shouted hoarsely, the idol halo gave him light, and his popularity made him more and more confident. He looked at Xu Dengdeng and turned around where the camera couldn't see, and secretly evoked a sneer.

"Suicide." He put down the microphone, moved his mouth, and said something silently to him.

Xu Dengdeng squeezed the guitar in his hand, looked at him, grabbed the mic and put it to his mouth, and said without haste: "Thank you for your encouragement, senior."

The smile on Yu Fan's mouth froze, and the camera swept over to see another perfect smiling face.

Antique folk songs and rock music are originally contrasting music styles, coupled with the styles of Yu Fan and Yan Xian, one is melodious and beautiful, the other is enthusiastic and unrestrained, the audience is very excited, and the venue quickly becomes lively.

Yu Fan changed his clothes, sat down and played the piano, the lyre, the stone green clothes, the drooping clear eyebrows, the slender and well-articulated hands, gently twirling on the strings, the trembling sound of the strings was amplified, becoming Long and grand.

Standing under the stage, Xu Dengdeng watched him play the piano, watched him open his lips, watched the audience in the venue slowly begin to concentrate on the music, and watched the voice floating out of his mouth melt under the light like foam.

He is a good singer, with excellent timbre, wide vocal range, and a pretty face, which makes one easily think of a snow lotus on a lonely cliff.

That's the label people can assign to him with just one song.

As for Xu Dengdeng's impression of him, at first it was a beautiful paper figure on a yogurt bottle, but now it is a beautiful but not very flattering paper figure.

He stood under the stage for a long time, and when he finished singing a song, there was wave after wave of heat waves in the venue, Yu Fan Gong reached a climax, and someone below shouted hoarsely that he was "Fairy descended to earth", Xu Dengdeng They also applauded.

It's his turn.

He took the stage with an electric guitar in his arms, communicated with the band teacher behind him, and played the song "Circus" that heated the dust again.Yu Fan's complexion visibly deteriorated to the naked eye, and his expression was very stiff.

"But he is the best, no one can surpass him." This is what he said when he commented on Xu Dengdeng.

At that time, he only thought that No. 33 Gas Lamp was a boy with a discerning eye, and he didn't take him seriously. When he heard this song, he was still proud of the heart-pounding love he talked about when he was young. , I don't know that everyone is changing, only he is standing still.

And the prelude to "The Circus" evoked all his memories.

The happy, the painful, the tossing and turning.

He couldn't help closing his eyes, everyone thought he was intoxicated, only he knew that he was not drunk in this song, but in the memories.

All that he gained by putting all his eggs in one basket will eventually be countered by the side effects it brings, that is the boundless loneliness that can swallow up hope.

Xu Dengdeng played this song again, but he was no longer the little boy who only worshiped heating dust. No one is perfect, whether it is Obers, Yu Fan, or himself, people always have imperfections. So is the song.

"Dengdeng, Ji Kang said 'sound without sorrow and joy', do you think music has any emotion in itself?" Xue Qi asked him once when he was chatting with him.

Xu Dengdeng thought for a while, scratched his head and said, "Let the aesthetes deal with this kind of conceptual problem. Music is music. No matter it is sad or happy, people can always find what they want in it." That's enough for me."

"Just knowing clearly that I like it is enough to make me happy."

Xu Dengdeng held the Limai, his body was dancing on the drums, shaking slightly, the cells all over his body seemed to be injected with stimulants, and he bared his teeth and claws to release himself.He took off the scarf around his neck and threw it into the auditorium, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, enjoying the joy of this moment intoxicated.

"Wow-"

He threw the scarf, and there was a commotion in the field.

After the song was over, he panted, stretched his arms, bowed and said, "Thank you."

The final result is not important anymore, it is enough for him to be happy.

In the final voting session, he and Yu Fan stood on the stage, watching the audience press buttons one by one, and the number of votes behind them began to soar.

The two of them couldn't look back, and Yu Fan felt a little nervous. He hadn't felt this way for a long time, probably because he hadn't cared so much about something for a long time.

"Come on, let's see whether our teacher Yu Fanyu is the final winner tonight, or our new star Gas Lamp can stand out from the crowd. Let's count down to three numbers together, 3, 2, 1—"

"The winner is—"

The host saw the voting pool behind him slowly stabilize, and finally freeze on a screen, and the numbers began to pop out.

"Yu Fan—"

"563 votes!"

Yu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at Xu Dengdeng, only to see that his lips were pursed, his complexion was a little gray.

The host gasped, "Do you think this is the end?"

"Let's continue to reveal the final data of the second voting pool!"

The big screen flashed suddenly, and the audience was in an uproar.

"Gaslight, 563 votes!"

"The two are tied!"

Xu Dengdeng turned his head abruptly, and Yu Fan also looked at the big screen in disbelief, "Congratulations, both of you!"

"Wait—" Amidst the cheers, Zhang Yuan's voice cut through the noise, making it stand out. Zhang Yuan looked at Yu Fan and then at Xu Dengdeng, and asked with a smile, "There is no vote in the judges' seat." right?"

Yu Fan looked at Zhang Yuan with complicated eyes, he was aggrieved because he was a senior and it was difficult to say anything.

The host was stunned by the question, and after a few seconds of delay, he smiled, "It seems that there is no such thing in the competition system."

Zhang Yuan's face became a little ugly, "Then what do we mean by sitting here? Is the judge's seat a VIP audience seat?"

There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium, and the recording was forced to stop.

After the director communicated with Zhang Yuan several times, the recording started again.

Zhang Yuan's complexion became very ugly, and her complexion didn't improve until the end of the recording. She frequently looked at the fans sitting several rows behind her holding Yu Fandeng cards, and then looked at Xu Dengdeng, lightly. Sighed lightly.

This is the end of the last recording. Except for Zhang Yuan's little episode, basically the whole process went very smoothly. Xu Dengdeng obediently waited for the young lady who put on makeup to remove her makeup, then packed up her things and prepared Hurry back to Tongcheng.But Zhang Yuan blocked him at the door, and said something very abruptly.

"I think you sing better than Yu Fan."

Xu Dengdeng froze for a moment, grasped the strap of his guitar backpack, and took a moment to react. He sneaked over and said, "I think so too."

The two looked at each other and smiled, Zhang Yuan stood at the door with his arms crossed, "Hey, I really like you, have you signed a contract, do you want to sign with my company?"

Xu Dengdeng put away his smile, "No, I have more important things to do."

The night in Tongcheng seems to be a little longer than other cities. Yan Xian walked back from the funeral parlor, surrounded by a somewhat lonely mother Xu. Mom said: "There are many stars today."

Xu's mother glanced at him, then at the stars in the sky, and asked, "Which star is our old Xu?"

Yan Xian paused, then walked back with one hand on Mama Xu's shoulder, and suddenly remembered that on the day his mother died, he had stood by the window of the ward, hoping that Xing Xing would bring his mother back.

But no, the stars don't believe in tears either.This is what he learned later.

Xu Dengdeng returned home on tiptoe, and it was already midnight when he took out the key to open the door, he closed the door gently, and was startled by the TV that was still on, and looked carefully that Yan Xian was lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

He stroked his chest, walked up to him, and pulled the blanket to cover him, but his wrist was suddenly pinched.

"Come back so late?" The somewhat tired deep voice trembled up and down, until it reached his heart.

----------

I come to Liao, actually this book is about to end Liao