Small tear bag [entertainment circle]

It's okay when you're waiting with the crowd.When it was my turn to go to the empty waiting area to prepare alone, my nervousness was magnified.

Nervously drinking water and nervously clearing my throat, so nervous that I doubt that I can really sing chop today, nervously thinking about what kind of evaluation I will get later.

He has never paid attention to other teachers, and even PD Yan only knows that he is a good friend of Shen Wenji, no matter how much he knows.

When the tutors introduced themselves, he was stunned when he heard Shen Wenji speak. He was so busy retracing his mental journey that he didn't even remember the names of the other tutors.

Cen Yi sighed inwardly, feeling that there was nothing wrong with everyone, it was indeed his own problem.

Blind worship, love is a real hammer.

There is only one person in my heart.

Other people's opinions are not very important, he just wants to know how he will be evaluated by Shen Wenji.

While waiting for the stage, he watched the real-time stage broadcast on the screen. The trainee in front of him was so nervous that he had the same hands and feet, and his singing was broken and out of tune. He didn't even catch Teacher Shen's eyes.Only got an F rating.

Fortunately, there will be no dancing for a while.

He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Shen Wenji so soon.

Cen Yi took a sip of mineral water to calm his shock.After 2 minutes, the person in front stepped off the stage, and walked towards the rating stage under the reminder of the staff on the side.

The lights in the passage were flickering, probably to create an atmosphere where the contestants were making their debuts.But this kind of light is not very friendly to him, and the eyes that already feel the burden are shaken even more sore and uncomfortable.

It's not easy to walk with eyes closed under the camera, so I can only endure it temporarily, and after the performance, I will find a drop of medicine to relieve fatigue.

When it was time to really stand in the center of the stage, Cen Yi could finally feel what Song Ziang meant by "his eyes directly on his body".

too close.The teachers sat just a few steps away, as if they were within reach.Qi Qi looked at him, and huge pressure came to his face.

Shen Wenji was also among them.Leaning on the chair and looking up at him lazily, one hand still holds the pen, and the tip of the pen rests on the draft paper for grading.

Cen Yi bowed.I could feel that Shen Wenji was observing him.

Many people are watching him.

Together with the sight of the hill-like contestants behind the instructor's seat, facing so many people's attention, Cen Yi looked at Shen Wenji and calmed down instead.I thought, anyway, he only cares about one person's gaze.

He originally came here for the eyes of this person.

"Cen-yi."

Yan Fan's tone paused interestingly, and when he pronounced it, he glanced to his side as if absent-minded, as if expecting Teacher Shen's reaction.

But Teacher Shen didn't respond.From the beginning of the rating to the present, he has never spoken unless he is cueed, and he is idly scribbling with a pen and paper.

Yan PD worked hard to preside over the situation, "Do you want to introduce yourself first or perform first?"

Cen Yi was straightforward: "Let's perform first."

"Speak with strength. Very good."

He nodded, "You can start anytime if you are ready."

Cen Yi adjusted his breathing and gestured to the accompanist teacher.

He did his homework carefully.Knowing what kind of performance is the most popular on this kind of stage, I chose difficult songs under the advice of the vocal teacher.In a short 3-minute performance, skills, timbre, appeal and explosive power will all be displayed.

Just like when practicing at home, play well.

Cen Yi took a deep breath and closed her eyes.The prelude is the sound of the harp, mysterious and gentle, as clear as the morning dew.At the first sentence of the human voice, the female instructor in charge of the trainees' vocal training covered her mouth in surprise and looked at him with bright eyes.

This kid has a very special voice.The coquettish baby voice that can't fade away in daily speaking completely disappears when singing, and the timbre is extremely pure.Like the sea monster in Greek mythology, ethereal and light.It seems to be floating in the clouds, and it seems to flow from the bottom of my heart, so clean that there are no impurities.

So pure that there is no doubt that he must also have a crystal-clear and flawless heart.

Especially rare is the huge appeal.It can easily attract people and bring them into the atmosphere of the song.Listening to him sing is like listening to a story or admiring a painting.The world tree towered into the sky behind him, its branches and leaves were spreading and growing, and the elves were spinning around their fingertips, listening to his singing.

The final chorus has three high-pitched notes, a perfect ending.There was nothing wrong with the stable performance, the instructors nodded frequently, and all the trainees applauded and cheered.

"That's too strong! Damn it! Immortal timbre!"

"Look at how the milky girl sings so loudly!"

"Listening to him singing seems to have washed the bottom of my heart. Is this the voice kissed by an angel?"

"..."

Even Xia Yubing's eyes widened.After listening for a while, he let out a wow in admiration.

He had the same perception as the people around him.Seeing that this younger brother is a little baby who makes people want to pinch his face, he took it for granted that Cen Yi's singing is also a sweet and cute style.

Unexpectedly, the little baby became a blockbuster.It turned out to be a fairy brother.

hi.I like it more, I want to sleep in the bed next to my brother.

Cen Yi had just escaped from the atmosphere of the song. Fortunately, he was performing normally and at the same time he became nervous. He didn't dare to open his eyes for more than ten seconds during the ending.

Waiting until the music was all over, one eye quietly opened the slit to see the instructor's reaction.

The friends on the pyramid are all far away.The instructors could clearly see that they were overjoyed to see him showing such a small expression after the song ended.

Everyone just laughed and didn't speak. Cen Yi stood there feeling embarrassed, bowed in a ignorant manner, and added, "I'm done singing."

"..."

Yu Xuan burst out laughing directly.Picking up the microphone and wanting to speak, but happy to lie on the table, he sighed to Yan Fan next to him, "He is so cute hahaha I like it so much!"

Yan Fan could understand her reaction, and nodded with a smile, "It's really good."

As the only female teacher on the field, her response was remarkably representative.The intuition that has been in the industry for many years can even accurately represent the aesthetic vision of a certain group of audiences. When commenting, the tone is full of appreciation, "Cen Yi? I like your stage very much."

"I was caught by you very quickly from the moment I opened my mouth. The beat, breath, singing method and the atmosphere of the song are all the best performances today. It is a very complete and immersive performance. It can be heard that it has been trained and worked hard Yes, right? This kind of performance can be performed on a larger and more formal stage. You can see it from the reactions of other contestants behind you. You can sing very well."

Cen Yi held the microphone with both hands, stood at attention and bowed, "Thank you teacher."

Yu Xuan smiled and said, "When you sang just now, you were not like a mortal at all, like an elf. But when it ended, you acted as if you had returned to the world all of a sudden, and you naturally became like a brother next door. very cute."

Yan Fan also laughed, "If my neighbor's child is like this, I have to think about how to abduct him to my home every day. Isn't that right, Mr. Shen?"

Teacher Shen was suddenly cueed.

Cen Yi knew that he had performed well, and was not too surprised to be praised in turn, but when it was Shen Wenji's turn to speak, he suddenly became nervous, and waited for his reaction with all his attention.

Teacher Shen sat up straight.

Teacher Shen took the mic.

Teacher Shen looked at him!

Shen Wenji has a pair of very beautiful eyebrows and eyes.The corners of the eyes are hooked inward, and the tails of the eyes are slender and upward. When the divine light is restrained, it is particularly dark and deep, and the gaze sweeps over lightly, showing no expression.

Cen Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Shen Wenji's fans, including him, love this frigid face.Especially when his face is expressionless, people can't guess whether he will kiss you roughly in the next second or directly blow your dog's head off.

Just fucking sexy!

It's a perfect match with his sexy rock smoke voice.It is not unreasonable for him to be called husband by tens of millions of fans.

Although placed in this historic moment of reunion, this reaction is somewhat too indifferent.

Cen Yi thought, Shen Wenji didn't seem to recognize him.

It is also inevitable that the 17-year-old Cen Yi is very different from the nine-year-old Cen Yi.He didn't feel very disappointed, on the contrary, he felt a little proud after thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, Shen Wenji, I've come to see you.

I'm coming to the show myself!Super brave!

How can I be so good!

No one knows about his psychological activities, quietly expanding himself.Until Mr. Shen looked over with a cold expression, his voice was hoarse, and he asked something irrelevant at first glance: "Are you Canyi?"

"..."

Cen Yi's mind went blank for a moment.I heard vague discussions and exclamations from the pyramid behind.

Sexy is sexy.

It's another thing to be lifted off the waistcoat by my husband.

During the many years when he was unable to leave the house, apart from practicing piano and writing songs, Cen Yi relied on the Internet to communicate with the outside world.

To put it bluntly, Canyi is a net name, which is the name he uses when publishing works as an online singer-songwriter.He has a well-equipped small recording studio at home. He writes and records his own songs, arranges and produces them all by himself.If it feels good, it will be posted online.The voice style is outstanding, and many people like his songs.

From the year when Shen Wenji came to the house, until now the Weibo account has gathered hundreds of thousands of fans.

As a veteran surfing player, he certainly knows the importance of tightening the Two-dimensional vest.I have never disclosed personal information on the Internet, and I have not broadcast live broadcasts or exposed photos.

This time he came to participate in the show, and he did not indicate his identity on his resume, but only released some main works to fill in the gaps without trainee experience.

But Shen Wenji took off his vest just by looking at the works, obviously he has some understanding of the identity of "Silkworm Clothes".

outrageous.

Mr. Shen, doesn't he not surf?Why would someone who doesn't even have a Weibo account know the name Canyi? !

Thinking of what he was doing while wearing this vest, Cen Yi only felt that his bravery and self-aggrandizement were very short-lived.

Suddenly there was a gas leak.Counseling quickly.

When he was active on the Internet as Canyi, he was one of Shen Wenji's well-known fans.Of those thousands of Weibo posts, half were related to works, and the other half were about Shen Wenji.

It was him who hated not being able to go to the concert before Dawn disbanded.He is also the one who crazily blows rainbow farts and calls her husband in front of the videos and album photos.

He wanted to be recognized by Shen Wenji.But not in this capacity!

Facing the eyes of the audience, Cen Yi nodded heavily, "Yes... I am."

Yan Fan didn't understand this identity.Hearing the intensified commotion behind him, he looked back and interacted with the trainees, "Do you know him?"

"Know--"

Cen Yi heard someone shouting excitedly.

"It's true! I was skeptical when I heard him sing just now! That voice is so good!"

"Ah! It's Silkworm Treasure! You're so good at writing songs, yet real people are so good-looking, Chosen One!"

"..."

Cen Yi adjusted his glasses and couldn't help laughing.Feeling that his fans were mixed in with this group of friends, the shame of dropping his vest on the spot was relieved.Although he couldn't see clearly, he waved his hand halfway up the mountain.

Enthusiastic interaction on the opposite side and a harmonious atmosphere on the field.

Teacher Shen, on the other hand, took off his vest firmly and did not say anything, and put down the mic again.

Yu Xuan continued, "Can you still write your own songs?"

Cen Yi nodded, "Yes... I have written a few."

"There are more than a few masterpieces written on your materials."

Yan Fan looked through the list of his works several times longer than other contestants, and naturally cue him, "Can you show us a part?"

Knowing that there will be this part of the individual talent show, Cen Yi has specially prepared it, and it is not surprising to be cueed.The staff of the props group brought up the simple electronic piano, quickly installed it, and carefully adjusted the height for him.

Cen Yi said thank you, sat in front of the piano, and formally took off his glasses.

"Huo." Yan Fan leaned on Shen Wenji, whispering in a low voice, "The little guy is going to make a big move."

Shen Wenji avoided reflexively.

As if he didn't like such a subconscious dodge reaction, he turned around stubbornly, tilted his head slightly and patiently listened to him.

"How do you feel when you see him? How is it? Compared with the child you mentioned at the beginning, has he grown up a lot?"

"..."

Shen Wenji didn't answer, his eyes stayed on Cen Yi, his expression finally changed.

Unfortunately, Cen Yi had already taken off his glasses.His vision became blurred, and he could barely see the keys under his fingertips.

But for him at this time, it was enough.

The melody rings, and the music is everything.

"My eyes are not very good. There are days when there is almost no light perception and I can't see anything."

He closed his eyes, and his voice blended into the prelude, whispering softly.

The stage has already begun, and the monologue here is also part of it, which is particularly fascinating with the sound of the piano. "I can't feel the passage of time, and I don't know the difference between day and night. Only music accompany me."

"At that time, I always missed someone very much. So I wrote this song for him."

Cen Yi said, "The Color of You."

The voice fell, and the interlude stopped.

The scene was so quiet that one could hear one's breath.

In the next second, the piano sound flowed from the fingertips, resonating with his voice as harmoniously and seamlessly.The soft-spoken tone seems to be slowly telling the secret love.

"I really want to see that person,

I want to see his smiling eyes,

will be soft as petals,

Float with the wind, come into my heart. "

The main song is narrated.The chorus is changed, and the voice of a shouting teenager is like a bird flapping its wings, flying lightly into the air, with its wings fluttering in the heart.

"What color is the sky,

Birds and clouds have heard,

What color is the sea,

The waves flowed over the instep.

What color is this world,

Cruel or gentle.

what color will you be,

Is it cold, or hot—"

His singing stopped abruptly at the highest point, but it was not a mistake or a forgotten word.As a delicate emotional processing, the rhythm of blank space touches everyone's heart.

When the tune was changed again, the beginning and the end were in harmony, and it returned to the original tone of expressing thoughts, singing like a murmur.

"What color am I,

It exists in your heart,

If you have me in your eyes—"

Cen Yi opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were swollen, his vision was blurred, and he looked in the direction of Shen Wenji and sang the last sentence.The tears that had been held for a long time overflowed, and the last slap should be on the cheeks.

"Will it...

We are all happier. "