Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

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I wrote this chapter listening to vivalavida, treasure papers can also listen to it, the effect may be better hahahaha

Dark stage.

Yan Lan walked to the side of the stage, sat on the piano bench, and put her hands on the keys of the attacking piano.

The big screen in the middle lit up, and VivalaVida appeared in chic golden fonts, and there was a slight exclamation from the stage.

The big screen dimmed, followed the light to the left, and the shallow exclamation suddenly turned into a bigger exclamation——

Shrouded in silver light, the prince-like Yanlan wears a white dress with a golden crown on his head. The brown wood grand piano decorated with golden carvings is simple and elegant. The unopened top cover seems to hide a secret that is about to be revealed.

Yan Lan closed her eyes and lifted her knuckles, and sang aloud against the background of a simple monophonic——

"Listen to the bells from Jerusalem,

The singing of the Roman cavalry choir shook the mountains and seas.

Be my mirror, sword and shield,

My defenders stand beyond the frontiers. "

He sings with a slow rhythm and a slightly sad voice, conveying a sense of grandeur that seems to span time and space.

After a pause for a few seconds, he played a brisk interlude smoothly.

At the end of the ending, Yan Lan lowered her head and immersed herself for a moment, then slowly stood up from the piano and walked towards the center of the stage.

Chasing the light followed him, and in the silence, everyone looked at him, at his proud posture, perfect figure and extremely firm eyes.

At the same time, another person sat silently by the piano in the dark.

Yan Lan stood in the center of the stage, and the audience was instantly brightened. The retro-style stage design with gold as the main tone presented the flashy luxury of the Western court, and the disorderly arrangement of objects created a decadent and desolate scene where everything is gone.

The audience was unabashedly amazed.

The admiration did not stop, the piano sounded, and the high-pitched octave legato freely showed the prelude to the verse.

It is completely different from the timbre and texture that Yan Lan was very familiar with in the previous practice, but it is enough to let him let go of all worries at this moment, make him full of a sense of security and strength in an instant, and let him once again believe that he can do this well. performances.

In the second chapter, Yan Lan sang passionate passages with surging emotions, showing a kingly demeanor that was extremely inconsistent with his age and debut time——

"The great world was once dominated by me,

The huge waves also surged because of my life.

And now I sleep alone at dawn,

Wandering lonely in the street that once belonged to me. "

……

Passionate singing can resonate most. Many people in the auditorium stood up, and many people waved and cheered.

That's the beauty of the scene.

Yan Lan felt a wave of emotion that had never appeared before, surpassed her skills in an instant, and sang the best effect ever.

The performer who was ordered in danger seemed to be infected as well, and his performance became more delicate and changeable. Yan Lan's chest resonated strongly, and he suddenly wanted to see who that person was, but because he knew that even a little movement would be infinitely magnified by the camera, so dare not.

He could only restrain, endure, and look forward to it.

Because of the next paragraph, he can read it openly.

After the second chapter ended, the piano superimposed layers of rapid scales and chords, like a storm, shaking the entire recording hall.

Yan Lan turned around and walked towards the end of the stage, bent down, squatted down, turned around and stood up quickly, and a golden scepter appeared in her hand.

The audience exclaimed again.

Yan Lan's eyes changed, as if she had personally experienced the wars and reforms, saw the endless blood and indifference in this world, and felt the countless successes and failures, joys and sorrows...

There is both sadness and hope in his eyes, both sadness and strength, he has a scepter, but he has lost his love, he is so rich, but so barren, his heart is desolate, and his blood is surging with life.

"For some reason I can't let go,

The gates of heaven will not open for me.

since you left,

There has never been, there has never been a hint of unkind words..."

Yan Lan sang a powerful elegy, and came all the way to the piano, propped up her right hand, turned her body and sat on the edge of the piano, her two long legs were bent one by one, and the other was hanging down gracefully from the edge of the piano. The shape of his legs is almost perfect. He holds the scepter across his chest, looking into the distance, and his singing is full of a sense of story.

The light once again shrouded the area where the piano was located, and everyone finally discovered that the original performer was dressed very similarly to Yan Lan, but instead of wearing a crown, he was wearing a golden mask with only his mouth and chin exposed.

At this moment, the two echo each other on both sides of the piano, as if the performer is the shadow of Yan Lan. Although they are doing different things, they have a common soul.

While exchanging breath between the two paragraphs, Yan Lan supported the piano surface, raised her legs one after another, turned over gracefully, supported the top of the piano with a scepter, raised her other hand backward, and knelt on one knee in an inviting posture .

He looked at the player, and the player's mouth showed a yearning smile.

This was negotiated in advance——

There are two different sides of a soul, one is sad and the other is full of hope.

Repeated practice allowed Yan Lan to infuse these movements and expressions into his blood and engrave them into his soul, but at this moment, he was surprised.

Although he did not stop performing, he suffered a huge shock, surpassing all the emotional shock just now. He looked at the lips, jaw, skin texture, and the arc of the smile outside the performer's mask...

Doubt, confirm, doubt again, confirm again, doubt again...

His eyes were unimaginably complicated, and he stared intently at the person in front of him. On this stage, under the golden light, the genius who played the piano with ease, the god who saved him and the performance he was most looking forward to...

He is so familiar, but it is completely impossible and should not appear here.

Yan Lan refrained from asking for proof, not because she was afraid of being caught by the camera, but because...

Don't dare to impose any more evidence.

He can only continue his performance with instinct and muscle memory.

According to the design, when he gets up, he will stretch out his hand, and the performer will also stretch out his hand. When the two touch, the posture of his rising will be more beautiful, and it also indicates that the performer will lift him up with the sound of the piano to complete the final A section of brilliance.

For some reason, when she reached out her hand, the tip of Yan Lan's nose was sore.

Even though it was only a few seconds of interaction, even though the moment of contact was extremely short, countless pictures flashed through my mind.

Accompanied by this song, the scene of seeing Zhuang Yunliu for the first time;

Formal acquaintance in the coffee shop, facing the indifference, he smiled at the scene;

The scene where Zhuang Yun Luming is arrogant, but he calls the chef to order food for him in the office;

He was threatened by extreme fans, and Zhuang Yunliu came to settle accounts with him on the surface, but actually stayed with him all night;

Knowing the truth about Zhuang Ruoren's condition, Zhuang Yunliu stood in a panic in the corridor of the hospital;

……

There is also Zhuang Yunliu who said that he would marry him, held his hand in front of his classmates, smiled and pretended to kiss him at the wedding, and... that time he really kissed him.

But there's more, more...

His indifference and indifference, his official business, his sharp edges and corners.

Marriage, divorce, children...

He distinguished everything very clearly, he once let himself cry and collapse to the extreme, he once let himself be cornered and unable to fight back, and he also...

Turn the tide for yourself right now.

Touching with his fingertips, a powerful impulse hit Yan Lan's heart. He looked at Zhuang Yunliu as planned during practice, but shed a tear unexpectedly.

He quickly turned around, stood up from the piano, put the scepter in front of his chest, stretched his other arm forward, and opened his five fingers.

The performance entered the final chapter, piano cadenzas appeared continuously, golden and silver flickering confetti were sprinkled on the top of the stage, fire trees and silver flowers sprayed out in front of the stage, and the audience cheered and jumped without hesitation. Singing a higher octave, he wasn't overshadowed by the grandeur.

For he is the center of all this grandeur.

He is his own warrior and his own king.

……

In the end, the excitement stopped abruptly, and the stage was instantly quiet.

There was only a bunch of lights left on Yan Lan's body, gold and silver confetti spread all over the floor, and a few were still slowly floating in the air, like the end of a feast.

Yan Lan lowered her head, with the scepter on her forehead.

The long eyelashes drooping one by one, the shadows are covered with crystal water.

He controlled his breathing, and finally ended with a cappella, singing a sad tune without words.

There was a little echo in the venue, and after complete silence, the only light source went out.

In the darkness, the silence lasted for a few seconds, and then there was a sudden burst of cheers that almost toppled the roof.

The stage lights turned on again, returning to normal together, but Yan Lan did not let everyone see his face, and directly stood in the center of the stage in a bowing posture.

After a pause in the applause, he gave up the back-pick, turned around and stepped off the stage without saying anything.

Glancing at the piano during the period, there was no one there.

At the exit, Zhou Ming, his agent, and the program crew were waiting. There were supposed to be filming and interviews, but he walked very fast with his expression on his face, and Zhou Ming understood it.

Signaling others not to disturb, Yan Lan went back to her lounge without hindrance, bowed her body and panted heavily as soon as the door was closed.

He so far...

I didn't dare to think carefully about what happened just now.

How, how could it be...

He never knew, never knew...

Pressing his forehead, he felt dizzy for a while, and hurried to the wall to lean against, gradually, exhaustion came from deep inside his body.

Deep exhaustion.

The performance just now cost him everything, and he seemed to have really fought a tough physical and emotional battle.

His hands are shaking now, his body is weak, his head is dizzy, and his stomach feels a little uncomfortable.

The palms pressed down on the lower abdomen, and the tight touch was more obvious than before.

He raised his head to adjust his breathing, and suddenly, his palm moved slightly.

!!!

His eyes widened unconsciously, and his heart was hit again.

The next second, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and Zhuang Yunliu walked in wearing a shirt and trousers, holding the clothes and the golden mask that he had performed just now.

Both of them were stunned for an instant.

Especially Yan Lan, leaning against the wall and facing Zhuang Yunliu with red eyes, he felt that his soul was almost gone.