Become a heartthrob after wearing an adult

Zhang Feimang's head was dizzy, and he didn't dare to look around when he was walking, for fear that some soldiers who had seen him here would recognize him—although in his memory fragments, the mermaid was always hidden in a dim glass box. Closed, you can't see the outside, and it's unlikely to be seen by others.

But Zhang Feimang was trembling, clutching his chest, even ignoring the feeling of soft feet.His mind was muddled, so he left the contact ID behind in a daze, and then left the Marshal's mansion floating away.

By the time I got back to the rescue center's house, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.Lang Bo also called him. Seeing that he was really not in good condition, he had to change it to tomorrow night.

After turning off Lang Bo's video, Zhang Feimang finished drinking the bitter nutrient solution, and kept staring at the piano bag while leaning against the bed to relax.

He could already feel the physical and mental exhaustion, and the shock he experienced at the end of the day was no less than when he escaped.

But now, as long as he thinks of the musical instrument in front of him, all his exhaustion will be washed away, and the only thing left is to be eager to try!

"Fuck-"

As the zipper of the gig bag was opened, the blue and white guitar case was exposed, with a little metallic reflection, the blue and white slowly flowing, staring at it reminded Zhang Feimang of the deep night sky he had seen when he was a child .

"Boom-"

The strings moved slightly, and the sound was extraordinarily full. It reached Zhang Feimang's ears and ignited his desire for music with a bang!

It is true!All this happened for real!

He can use musical instruments and voice, and can continue to explore and create in the world of music!

Zhang Feimang took a long breath. Only then did he realize that he had been holding his breath just now. He stretched out his hand to hold the body of the piano, and carefully took it out of the bag.

He blinked, held back the tears in his eyes, put his slender neck on the depression of the piano case, leaned against the neck of the piano, and hugged it with both hands.

This is a very devout hug, and only Zhang Feimang knows how many regrets from his previous life are contained in this hug.

At the age of 17, he will have 14 years. There is only music in his life, and he only dedicates his life to music.

But a sudden car accident took away his musical talent and cut off his musical career.

A drop of tear seeped from Zhang Feimang's long eyelashes. The tear was light blue and turned into a round pearl, which rolled down to the ground.

Pat-pat-clack-clack-clack-

Zhang Feimang cried happily holding the guitar, a circle of blue and white pearls had already fallen under his feet.But he didn't care, he looked at the piano intently, his eyes fell on the strings and strings, and he didn't miss every detail.

The feeling of holding the strings again is too solid.Zhang Feimang laughed, the dimples were shallow, the strings of the qin were slightly stirred, and in an instant, the small room was filled with the sound of the qin.

"Buzzing—"

Zhang Feimang looked up at the bracelet on the bed. He felt so comfortable immersed in the music that he was a little reluctant to move.But when he saw the word "Xiao" on it, Zhang Feimang stuck out his tongue, and it was over. It turned out that two hours had passed so quickly.

Originally, I just wanted to play the guitar and then work, but now the work came to me.Zhang Feimang held the guitar to reach the optical brain.

"Hello? Xiao——sorry for keeping you waiting—"

There was a bang over there, followed by painful gasps, Zhang Feimang's heart tightened.

"Xiao? What's wrong with you?"

After a while, the panting over there gradually stopped, and Xiao's calm voice sounded:

"Good night story."

Nothing seems to happen?Zhang Feimang was suspicious and wanted to listen again, but he didn't hear anything. His hand hit the piano case with a thud.

"what sound?"

"Oh, this is the new guitar I bought today. I was playing the guitar just now, so I forgot to call you, sorry! I'm going to read you a story now—"

boom!

There was another sound.Xiao's voice is much lower than usual:

"So annoying. Can't sleep."

"Then shall I tell you a story now? Are you really okay?" Zhang Feimang held the optical brain tightly, but there was no movement on the other side, and his other hand fell on the piano box, "Otherwise I Play the piano for you, I'll sing for you, maybe you can fall asleep."

Xiao's voice is very magnetic, making people's ears itchy, but when it gets low, the sense of majesty increases.Zhang Feimang didn't know what kind of mentality he had, maybe he was too happy to get the guitar and wanted to share it too much.He continued:

"I can sing you a song from my hometown, which is very soothing and suitable for listening to before going to bed."

If there is no rebuttal on the other side, it is tacit consent.

The dimples on Zhang Feimang's face swirled again. He flicked the pearls on the ground casually, listening to them make a sound like salad and rain, and Zhang Feimang's memories flew back to the small town in the south of the Yangtze River.

Outside the window, there are white walls and blue tiles, heavy rain curtains, and the sound of rain, accompanied by the sound of his piano, day after day.

He patted the piano box, and made two dull humming sounds, and moved his fingers on the strings. The melody that came out was like a breeze in the rain, blowing the dull dark clouds, pushing the two humming preludes to the ground. farther.

"The stream is shallow—I used to wet my shoes and socks when I was young—"

The ethereal singing and the soothing piano sound are intertwined, as if the air is also moistened by the sound of rain.

Zhang Feimang leaned casually at the foot of the bed, fiddled with the round pearls with his white toes, and the singing voice flowed out from his comfort, swimming like a little fish.

The other end of the optical brain is quiet, as if someone is listening, and it seems that no one is there.

"The stream is shallow—where can I find it when I grow up?"

This song is more touching than the one Xiao Ji heard at the Royal Concert.Even Xiao Ji, who has been fighting with iron and blood all the year round, suddenly remembered that the last night he met his father, the water flowing slowly in the camp of the First Legion, but later that water was filled with the blood of soldiers.

The mental riot left the house in a mess, the only thing that was not destroyed was the optical brain that was quietly lying in Xiao Ji's hand and was now placed next to his ear.

If it weren't for the other party's singing, he might have rioted for a long time.

Xiao Ji moved his fingers, his whole body was exhausted due to the mental riot, and he lay powerlessly among the ruins, but the gentle and comforting singing in his brain continued, this was the first time he felt that after the mental riot, he still felt Can have a little comfort.

"I'm done singing, Xiao, are you asleep? Good night, have a good dream."

Xiao Ji tried his best to agitate his throat, unable to utter a word.

Communication hangs up.

One second he could hear Xiao Busy's smiling voice, and the next second the communication was cut off, Xiao Ji felt a sense of regret and impulse, wanting to drag the person on the other side of the brain over...

Xiao busy, what kind of person will he be?

Xiao Ji's mind suddenly flashed the boy's face he saw during the day, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep in the ruined room.

……

Zhang Feimang is not very good at the guitar, and usually uses it to adjust the boringness of singing and practicing the piano. He has not yet reached the point of arranging with chords... But he randomly searched for an arranger on the star network, and he found The money he couldn't afford.

"Hey—electronic arranger?"

Zhang Feimang's blue eyes widened, and there was a hint of surprise and novelty in them.Sure enough, the interstellar world is different. Can AI really arrange music?Entering the main theme, Zhang Feimang waited expectantly...

...Wait, what's the matter with such a rock melody?In addition, Langbo seems to have mentioned today that pop music is heavy metal rock music.How can such a chord with such a strong sense of rhythm be matched with his "Country Song"?

Zhang Feimang sighed deeply, but quickly mustered up his fighting spirit again, and waved his slender hands in the air.

Give up now?No, he will not give up, the world of interstellar music, he has just begun!

Although it was painful to drink the nutrient solution, it could keep you from being hungry for several hours. Zhang Feimang directly poured another nutrient solution in the middle, and stayed up all night before playing and singing the determined sheet music and lyrics again.

Fingers were numb from playing, so Zhang Feimang chose the version he was most satisfied with, re-uploaded it to Xingwang's video site, and then crawled onto the bed and fell asleep hastily.

The popularity of the original version of "Country Song" has gradually decreased. After all, this is really not the trendy music of the Newell Empire, and it is incomprehensible.However, those who have clicked on the original version of "The Country Song" will be smartly pushed to the new version of "The Country Song".

Lin Baona swiped it in the morning, and she felt unlucky when she saw the dark screen preview, and just about to turn it off, the following title jumped into her eyes: "New Production of "Country Song"".

"Heh, what's the matter?"

The last time I left a message under the other party's video, I was attacked by some people, of course Lin Baona knew it.

But she doesn't care at all, she is so venomous and true, her goal is to become a clean stream in the interstellar entertainment circle, to wash away those filthy things.Those who have no strength and want to tarnish the art of music and dance are not worthy of entering the entertainment industry!

"One little rabbit, two little rabbits..."

At the beginning, the clear male voice was saying last time, what is he doing?Is this singing or reading a story?The voice is still so small and soft, the girls are chirping?Lin Baona pursed her lips and wanted to open the comment section, but saw a few barrages floating across the black screen:

"Albeit: I followed the last video, and I finally understand it."

"I don't want to study: I ​​don't understand, what is this doing at the beginning? Is there any show operation?"

"Talent double s: Please stick to No. 30 seconds, it's not bad after 30 seconds! Strongly recommend two minutes and ten seconds, very good!"

"Shanshanshuishui: That sounds strange...I'll listen to it again...Help, I can't get out!"

Unexpectedly, there are still many people who say that he sings well?

The coherent and soothing chords came over, Lin Baona raised her eyebrows, there was something wrong.

In the first video, this man sings a cappella. The voice is good, but he doesn't understand the singing at all. It's nothing good.But with the accompaniment of the guitar sound, and the lyrics changed into words she could understand, the song sounded...it didn't seem...so bad?

Lin Baona, who was going to criticize again, has forgotten her original intention, and is listening to the lyrics and emotions carefully, and even tuned back to listen to the other party's control of the voice in some places.

Although the radio is very rough, but the basic ventilation and voice control can still show a lot. The more I listen to Lin Baona, the more surprised I am:

The man's singing ability is actually not bad.

But this song is too bad... No, I can't say it's bad, it's just indescribably strange, so strange that my ears can't get used to it.

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The author has something to say:

Princess Baona: How strange!What a weird song!

Afterwards... Lin Baona: It's really weird...it sounds nice!