After the waste wood is dropped, A explodes the world

Chu Xun turned off the phone and said, "Come in."

Two well-dressed policemen opened the door and walked in. One was in charge of questioning and the other was in charge of taking notes.

"Do you have any enemies on weekdays?"

"Enemies?" Chu Xun thought for a while, and immediately thought of Li Shixiong's big family, and blurted out, "Li Shixiong's family."

The two policemen looked at each other, "You mean the husband of artist An Ling?"

"That's right." Chu Xun was categorical. Although he didn't want to expose Chu's mother's scars again, but the matter has come to this point, I have to say, so I have to tell it in detail.

The policeman recorded his statement verbatim, and continued to ask: "Except for Li Shixiong's family, have you ever had conflicts with anyone else on weekdays?"

Chu Xun raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, then rolled his eyes, "Does a competitor count?"

"Calculate."

"That's Gu Chuan, um... and his group of fanatical fans."

The police questioned him in detail, and they didn't leave until night. Chu Xun's mouth was so dry that his throat was almost smoky.

In the days that followed, Liu Xuan brought him meals every day, but he seldom spoke. His understanding of Liu Xuan was still limited to what his name was, what his job was, and how many people were there in his family.

A week after he recovered and was discharged from the hospital, the finals finally kicked off under the eyes of everyone.Due to physical injuries, Chu Xun decided to listen to Ji Qinglin's opinion while he was in the hospital, and changed from playing the piano to singing, and scribbled and rewritten the lyrics overnight.

Speaking of singing, he felt that his singing was rubbish, but Ji Qinglin listened to his voice and said it was okay.Let's just make do with it, whoever told me to memorize a little bit, the limbs just rested at this time.

The layout of the finals was much more grand than the previous ones.

On the stage, colorful lights complement each other, from red to purple, from yellow to green.In the auditorium, all kinds of light boards are shaking, and the names of the players are interspersed among them, from long to short, from short to long.Outside the field, fierce shouts came and went, from high to low, from low to high.

The grand event was unprecedentedly high, creating good opportunities for some "scalpers" who made money.

The contestants were even more energetic, all of them dressed in costumes, performed on the stage one by one, striving to shine on the stage and become a blockbuster.

Currently, Gu Chuan ranks first with a high score of one vote, and Chu Xun is still the last one to play.

He walked onto the stage gracefully in a neat suit, and the sad melody sounded, and the noisy auditorium became quiet. Chu Xun put his hand on the microphone in front of him, closed his eyes slowly, and began to sing.

"The drizzle was drizzling, and everything lost its color.

The ancient streets and alleys have no trace of you anymore.

At night, you linger in my dreams.

During the day, you stay in my heart.

Separation, you stay in my thoughts.

A thousand-year dream, at the flick of a finger,

The past is like water, gone forever.

At the end of the song, people also scattered,

Waking up from the old dream, Fang Jue, the world has been thousands of years.

......"

When he sang to the emotional part, Chu Xun opened his eyes, and his gaze was exiled to the auditorium. Even though there was a sea of ​​people, he still saw that person at a glance, and those red eyes with a little inexplicable emotion.

Liu Xuan sat behind the judges' seat, folded her arms and stared intently at him on the stage.

At the end of the song, thunderous applause erupted from the audience, and the host dragged a long dress onto the stage, smiling all over his face.

"Thank you very much for Chu Xun's wonderful performance. Next, please come to our voting area with Gu Chuan and Chu Xun."