half blind

And Bai Yidong slowly walked to the piano and sat down amidst the waves of cheers, playing the prelude.

From the first sound of the piano, the auditorium exploded again.Because, by all accounts, it's one of Queen's most famous tracks: "Bohemian Rhapsody."

No one knew that Bai Yidong could play the piano.Bai Yidong's fans on the field were going crazy, shouting like they don't want money.

Not only that, but he also gathered a whole band from nowhere to accompany him, which is almost blatantly declaring war on Zhang Qing-I can also do your specialty, even better than you.

"Mama, just killedaman.

(Mom I just killed someone)

Putagunagainsthishead,

(I put a gun to his head)

Pulled my trigger no who's dead,

(Trigger pulled, shot dead)

Mama, life had just begun,

(Mom, life has just begun)

But now I'vegone and thrown away

(And now I'm walking away and forgetting about it)..."

From the moment Bai Yidong spoke, the cheers and applause on the field never stopped.

The whole scene was ignited by Bai Yidong, and he enjoyed the enthusiasm brought by the audience in the process, which made his performance even more exaggerated. Even if all the high notes were broken, it didn't affect the audience's crazy shouts at all.

After all, in this show, it is not the singing ability that determines the ranking, but the effect of the whole performance.

Bai Yidong said that he saved his trump card for the finals, he was not false at all.

Zhang Qing felt a tightness in his chest and took several deep breaths.At this moment, a hand covered the back of his hand.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Nanchen asked softly.

"I'm fine." Zhang Qing smiled at him, "I didn't expect this kind of situation. This is the final, and everyone is very strong. It is impossible to win the championship easily."

Even so, the conversation with Kong Yishan couldn't help but surfaced in Zhang Qing's mind.

——"If I lose in this competition, I will do whatever you want."

——"Oh, the young people nowadays are really pushing the waves ahead. Their hearts are higher than the sky—it's a pity that their lives are thinner than paper."

"Whether you can win the championship is not the most important thing." Zhou Nanchen interrupted Zhang Qing's thoughts, and he raised his head to look at his lover.

"Why did you agree to Kong Yishan's show at first?" Zhou Nanchen asked, "Is it just to defeat Bai Yidong, to gain fame, wealth and resources?"

"I want...to show everyone my true appearance. I want them to see that Zhang Qing is not just a cold-blooded murderer." Zhang Qing said slowly.

"Then the most important thing now is to show your true side and perform the show you have prepared, right?"

Zhang Qing smiled, "Yes."

Then he lowered his voice, "If it weren't for being here, I really want to kiss you hard."

"Then count it as you owe me a kiss." Zhou Nanchen also lowered his voice, "Remember to pay it back when you get home."

Zhang Qing smiled and pushed him, "Okay, you go to the auditorium and sit. I want you to see my complete performance off the stage."

"Okay." Zhou Nanchen said, "I'll cheer you up below."

Zhang Qing watched Zhou Nanchen leave the backstage, and he didn't stand up until the host's announcement sounded.

I don't need you to cheer me on.

You just have to watch it well.

Look at me, Zhou Nanchen.Keep looking at me, don't take your eyes off.

"Thanks to Bai Yidong for bringing us wonderful rock and roll. The next contestant who will play has had his share of controversies, and he also has a strong style of eye-catching performance. Every performance brings us unique surprises. I don’t know How will he overwhelm the audience this time? Let us welcome——Zhang Qing!"

Zhang Qing could hear the shouts and applause from the audience in the background.As soon as the host finished speaking, the lights on the stage went dark.

Zhang Qing took a deep breath and walked onto the stage with the guitar in his arms.To him, the auditorium was pitch-dark. He couldn't see the faces of the audience clearly, and couldn't see where Zhou Nanchen was sitting. Only the pitch-black applause and cheers oppressed him.

The next moment all the spotlights were on him, the cheers from the auditorium gradually stopped, and the whole theater was silent.

Contrary to what the audience expected, Zhang Qing only wore the most ordinary casual T-shirt and jeans, with a walnut-like carved necklace hanging around his neck, holding an old and damaged guitar, as if sitting at home Sitting center stage like a living room.

"I thought a lot about what song to sing in the final, and prepared several songs. I practiced each song for a long time, but I finally chose it."

Zhang Qing looked at the dark auditorium and smiled, "Because I want you to see my real appearance, not just the appearance in front of the stage, not just the appearance in front of the screen, but also who I used to be, who I am now and who I will soon be. me."

Zhang Qing's fingers danced on the guitar, playing a chord, "The name of this song is Half-Blind."

The whole theater was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. There was no accompaniment tape, no performance, and nothing but Zhang Qing's singing and guitar chords came from the stereo.

"The cat sees the butterflies in autumn,

The season you parted from me.

playground shoes,

Become a soft lie in the clouds.

That summer can no longer knock on the door,

The naive still hang around.

......"

Zhang Qing closed his eyes, and his memory floated back to the Fanyin studio seven years ago with the melody played by his fingertips.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Qiankun slammed the script on the table, as if he wanted to smash the table with anger, "First the main character ran away, and now it's both the arrangement and the lyrics. If you want to take the college entrance examination, why don't you fucking take this job? The other CVs are all recorded, and now we can't even release a preview! Fuck, what's the matter!"

"The main character is actually easy to find. Who wouldn't want to play against the famous Qing Mo." Later, Erlang crossed his legs and chewed bubble gum, "The difficulty is that no one writes songs for us now."

"What are you looking at me for?" Xiaojun straightened up vigilantly, "I declare in advance that I can only sing but not write, and I am just a good-for-nothing with a voice."

"You guys might as well ask Mo'er to write one." Xiao Ai laughed beside him, "I remember he can play both the piano and the guitar, but he's a genius."

This is good, everyone's expectant eyes are all on Zhang Qing.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Qing almost jumped up from the chair, "I warn you, don't take your advice from me—"

"Moer!" Qian Kun grabbed his arm, "Are you going to die without saving him? The fate of our entire studio is in your hands!"

After a stalemate for a long time, Zhang Qing was finally defeated, "Fuck, okay, I'll try, find me a guitar. But don't expect anything from me."

"Xiaojun, where is your guitar? Hurry up, hurry up and bring it here!"

……

"Actually we can flee,

Swallow all the edge of the city.

Before the mountain wakes up,

You know we can escape,

Like a lone wolf whose morning light never shines.

......"

"Isn't this very well written!" Xiaojun said pleasantly, "Whether it's words or music, it's very artistic!"

"That's good." Zhang Qing let out a long breath of relief.

"The lyrics are written so sincerely, let's be honest, is this a little love song written for some girl?" Xiaojun showed a smirk, and slapped the lyrics book.

An imperceptible blush appeared in Zhang Qing's ears, "You don't care who I wrote it for, anyway, you sang it, not me."

"Don't tell me, I think you are quite talented in singing." Xiaojun pushed Zhang Qing and pressed him in front of the microphone, "Would you like to record it?"

"No, I haven't finished writing this yet..."

"Oh, just record it and listen to it!"

Zhang Qing sighed, really unable to hold back the other party, "All right, all right, you have to buy me milk tea."

With a creak, Qiankun pushed open the door of the recording studio, "Hey, it's so lively, what are you doing?"

"I asked Mo'er to record the finished part of this song." Xiaojun turned around excitedly with a monitor on, "I think his singing effect is better than mine."

"Although he's not as professional as you, he's actually quite distinctive." Qian Kun also moved a chair and sat down next to Xiaojun, "The effect is really good, after all, he wrote this song."

"Just let him sing the song this time."

"Aren't you jealous?" Qian Kun laughed.

"I have nothing to be jealous of, you think too narrowly of me!" Xiaojun shoved Qiankun in dissatisfaction, "It doesn't matter who sings, what matters is how to play this song."

At this time Zhang Qing came out of the shed, and Qian Kun quickly waved to him.

"Mo'er, you sing really well, do you want to consider singing by yourself?" Qian Kun asked.

"Oh, let's talk about it, I have to go to the exam first." Zhang Qing waved his hand, "I will have time after the summer vacation, and I will talk about it when the song is finished."

"Okay, let's make an agreement, and wait for your final draft!" Xiaojun gestured to him with an OK sign.

Zhang Qing also returned him an OK gesture, picked up his schoolbag and walked outside.

At that time, he would never have thought that he would never step into this recording studio again, and never finish writing this song.

...until today, seven years later.

"where are you now?

Will you still fall asleep on the sketch paper?

Will you still smile?

Is there still light in the pupils?

Is there anyone else to wipe the wound on your face? "

The sound of the guitar was like a dream, echoing in the air of the whole theater.

Zhang Qing closed his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings under the light.

"I had a long dream,

I can see nothing but you.

you are my tears,

It is the blessing of my soul.

I can see nothing but you,

You are the bind of my soul.

You are my unfinished escape,

It's the absurdity that runs in your blood. "