He doesn't want to make green tea

Zhang Yu went to find Peng Ge again, and when he arrived, the teacher was communicating with the school: "Just wait for a while, our classmates will be here soon."

"But it will start right away, I guess we won't be able to catch up." The director was also very embarrassed, "Even if you find a substitute in your class, it is impossible to perform better than Xing Yuxing, he must have at least half of the votes, and he is firmly No.1. "

Peng Ge still didn't give up: "Director, let the students in our class try it too. We can't have programs in other classes, but our class doesn't have any..."

The director sighed: "I understand, it's really ugly to say it."

"Then hurry up and come out with someone who can go on stage in your class. As long as the program can pass, this spot will be reserved for you."

Peng Ge couldn't find anyone.

Liao Xiaobai was the only one in their class who passed the interview.

Zhang Yu walked into the office at this time, and he stood behind Peng Ge: "Teacher, I want to try."

Peng Ge was a little shorter than Zhang Yu. Hearing this voice, he suddenly turned around and saw Zhang Yu who had already dressed up.

"you you……"

She didn't know what to say.

When the director saw that it was Zhang Yu, he became more energetic: "Are you ready? Go on stage without a mask?"

Zhang Yu nodded and showed him his face scarf.

With the clothes that Zhou Xuewen gave him just now, Zhang Yu looks quite stylish.

The director and several other teachers looked at him for a while: "Your outfit is quite unique."

Some teachers also agreed: "It's okay to cover your face, what matters is the performance itself."

"Let him try it, Mr. Peng is not easy."

"Anyway, there is something to watch in this parent meeting. Xing Yuxing is No.1. It doesn't matter if you try the rest."

Peng Ge was so moved that there were stars in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yu.

Because of the substitution, the host temporarily changed the script, and there was a long pause in the middle.

Before Zhang Yu came on stage, Luo Wei had already returned to the auditorium, but he didn't wait for the show to be broadcast.

The classmates have already started talking: "Who will perform next?"

"I don't know, Mr. Peng and his class, right? Liao Xiaobai?"

"Liao Xiaobai couldn't come due to something. I heard it backstage just now. It seems that he is looking for a substitute."

The long period of silence made the students restless. Fortunately, the parents were by their side, and their voices were not too loud, but they were still noisy.

At this time, the lights on the stage suddenly turned on, revealing the person standing in the middle of the stage.

The figure of the young man was a little thin, standing alone on the stage, without the decoration of piano and bouquets, and without any scenery. He was the only one. Compared with Xing Yuxing's piano, Zhang Yu's stage was really empty and shabby.

Holding the microphone in his hand, he lowered his head slightly.

At the moment of being noticed by the crowd, Zhang Yu didn't dare to let herself stand out, but now there was no one on the stage, and there was nowhere to hide.

The host's voice came: "Next, Zhang Yu from Class Two will bring you Song Yueting, the original singer of "Lifeis astruggle."

The host's voice was a little far away. As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yu showed his face from the stage.

In an instant, someone was dissatisfied: "What's the situation, is that Zhang Yu? How did he go up?"

"Didn't you say you didn't pass the interview? Why did you still see him on stage?"

"Is it a substitute? Why is he still covering his face?"

Some students snorted and said, "It's ugly."

"What is this show for? Why stand still?"

After waiting for the show for too long, people began to get impatient, moving around in their seats, looking at the stage for a while, and talking quietly for a while.

Zhang Yu's heart was beating fast, and he was very nervous. Although he couldn't hear much discussion from the audience, wearing unfamiliar clothes made him very uneasy.

Until a piece of music suddenly came.

The familiar drumbeat was very loud, hitting everyone's ears fiercely, covering up the noise in an instant, and grabbing everyone's attention.

Even the students who were still immersed in playing with their mobile phones just now were taken aback and looked towards the stage.

At that moment, Zhang Yu seemed to regain his strength, suddenly raised his head, and looked straight ahead.

The clear eyebrows and eyes, with coldness and alienation, attracted everyone's attention, and the next moment, a powerful voice passed through the high rhythm, and exploded in an instant in conjunction with the drumbeat:

"Just when I opened my eyes and stepped into this world, my mother gave me life and now let me fend for myself..."

"Damn it, is there such a show?"

A student had already stood up from his seat, but was pulled back by the parent next to him.

The programs prepared by the school are generally very boring, and it is rare to meet such an explosive scene. In addition, the singer's voice is very good, very catchy, and everyone has to look up.

Zhang Yu likes this song, he often listened to it before, and it is the only song he can remember the lyrics and melody of.

"Wherever I go to the south of the sky, wherever I go to the north of the earth, wherever I go, I see the hypocrisy of human nature..."

When he was kicked out of the house by his father and stepmother, "Lifeisastruggle" echoed in his mind, no matter who he faced, no matter where he went, he was always lonely and frightened.

Zhang Yu's voice is not deep, but it is very powerful and rhythmic. Every voice hits people's hearts, and every voice hits the rhythm accurately, and the atmosphere heats up instantly.

The sound still hasn't stopped, it's not just a performance, it's more like a resonance and catharsis:

"...Life is like an ocean wave, sometimes high and sometimes low...I can't sleep anymore, my conscience seems to be laughing at me, it is saying, there have been days and nights when my mother shed tears for you..."

If the mother knows that the child who was once regarded as a treasure has grown into this kind of appearance, and has become a half-good-for-nothing who only pleases others, I wonder if she will be very disappointed.

If grandma knew that he didn't use her hard-earned money to study hard, would she be sad?

Every time I hear this song, Zhang Yu will think about it.

But every time the conclusion is that no one cares about his life, and those who care about his life have already left.

The young man standing on the stage is still thin, but people can't look away. He is not a performer, but more like a rendering of emotions. It seems that everyone is substituted into the emotions in the song. Those entangled real life .

Not only Zhang Yu, regardless of age, many people at the scene were already immersed in it.

"...How to start life, how to start a change, how to wash your hands when living in the mud, Lifeisastruggle..."

Some people have already sang along: "Life is a struggle, life is still going on, after tasting joys, sorrows and joys, there are countless troubles..."

If Xing Yuxing's performance is described as dreamlike, Zhang Yu's performance is another kind of shock, it is to bring people back to reality, and it is to sing about those who do not understand, those dark and downward, and run counter to the glamorous life.

Luo Wei was also among the crowd, and Zhou Xuewen was beside him. Perhaps some experiences were easily aroused or touched. He saw this person wipe his eyes lightly.

When all the voices were over, there was a burst of applause the next moment.

Luo Wei looked at the people on the stage. Zhang Yu in the center of the stage was still thin, but he seemed to have unloaded all the burdens. He looked so fragile and lonely.

Many people are discussing this performance: "Singing well, it makes me feel so uncomfortable."

"I didn't even know that Zhang Yu would do this. Why didn't the school give this kind of program? Is it because he didn't show his face? Why?"

Zhang Yu bowed deeply, his blocked nose felt a little sour.

He didn't know how to describe that feeling, he was at a loss.

For the first time, Zhang Yu knew that he could be watched and accepted by so many people, not because of pretending.

After coming down from the stage, Peng Ge was already waiting for him in the background. As soon as he saw Zhang Yu, he immediately hugged him: "Thank you, thank you, my good boy."

She rubbed Zhang Yu's head.

But Zhang Yu's mood has been adjusted in an instant, he got out of Peng Ge's arms, and searched for his mobile phone all over the room.

He didn't realize it until he came on stage, wearing Lowe's scarf on stage, what an intimate thing this is!It is estimated that Party A will feel that they have become good friends when they see it, and they paid 10 yuan overnight.

After Zhang Yu's performance was over, the parents' meeting was coming to an end, and the voting session began. Each student could have three votes.

Xing Jiangzuo bought milk tea for many students and canvassed for Xing Yuxing. These students will definitely vote for Xing Yuxing.

Everyone in class 5 was a little uneasy. Originally, Xing Yuxing should be stable in this competition, but he didn't know that a rap came out halfway. The key point was that Zhang Yu's performance was impeccable in the eyes of the group of people who hated Zhang Yu.

Fang Jingsheng looked around the crowd several times, looking for Zhang Yu's figure, but he didn't see him in the crowd, and he wanted to go backstage again.

Zhang Yu said that he didn't want to see him, and he didn't dare to really look for someone, he just wanted to take a look from a distance, he wanted to know if Zhang Yu was still crying.

Since the little tail suddenly appeared behind him a few years ago, he has always been reaping the contribution of the little tail Zhang Yu, and he has never thought about what Zhang Yu's life is like.

He didn't know what Zhang Yu went through, and he didn't know if he was living well in his stepmother's house.

At that time, his test scores were poor and he was afraid to go home. Zhang Yu was afraid that he would be afraid, so she sat with him on the street for a long time.

At that time, Zhang Yu was the person he relied on the most.

But when Zhang Yu was homeless, he was comforting Xing Yuxing.

Did Zhang Yu's pain include him?

Suddenly recalling these things, Fang Jingsheng suddenly felt violently uncomfortable. He wanted to see Zhang Yu soon, and hoped that it was not too late.

He finally walked to the small path leading to the backstage, but saw two people walking side by side from a distance.

Luo Wei was taller than Zhang Yu and walked much faster, but at this time he seemed to slow down on purpose, waiting for Zhang Yu to walk together.

He looked down at Zhang Yu, frowning, but stubbornly lifted up the square scarf in his hand. Zhang Yu's entire face was instantly covered by the cloth, and his eyes were also covered. He couldn't see the road, and almost hit Luo On Wei:

"When will you return the kerchief to me?"

The voice was flat, still without much emotion.

Zhang Yu lowered the scarf a little, exposed his eyes again, and played a rogue: "Let me find my mobile phone, I want to keep a souvenir."

The square scarf that Zhang Yu wore on his face belonged to Luo Wei.

Fang Jingsheng's expression went blank for a moment, as if suddenly there was another person in his once unique memory, who shared that kind of concern and intimacy with him.

While the conversation between the other two didn't stop, Lowe responded casually: "What do you commemorate? I'm not dead."

Zhang Yu's heart skipped a beat suddenly, remembering the ending of Luo Wei in his previous life.

"Stop saying such flag-setting words."

The two walked farther and farther, and did not look back at the end.

Half an hour later, the votes were announced.