All-round superstar who started from the men's team

Chapter 144 Fireworks are easy to be cold ([-])

"It's raining, and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep.

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

It is we who are destined to take root. "

Zhao Yangyang, just in her second year of graduation, she has loved romance novels since she was a child.Since primary school, I secretly watched it behind my parents' backs, watched it after school, and also watched it in school.

When she was in college, she was forced to choose an accounting major, but she never gave up her hobby of reading novels.

In her spare time, she would always spend all her spare time on novels. Later, she couldn't find a novel that suited her taste, so she started her career as a writer.

But reading is one thing, and writing by hand is another. She just yearns for beautiful stories in novels, but she doesn't have the matching writing ability, so she didn't have a decent work until graduation.

But the sky paid off, and with her many years of experience in reading books, she successfully applied for the job of an editor.

It can be regarded as chasing his dream.

But she has never stopped creating, wanting to write a story of her own.

She never pays attention to the entertainment industry, because she feels that some TV dramas simply cannot produce the artistic conception in the original work, commonly known as destroying the original work.

And she doesn't have enough time to do her own thing.

Moreover, the area she is in charge of does not include entertainment stars, and even urban romances are rarely seen.

She is mainly responsible for ancient romance novels.

It is precisely because I like this type that I have higher requirements for the quality of my works, because this type requires the accumulation of gorgeous rhetoric.

How can you tell an ancient love story in bland vernacular, so that readers can be brought in.

This time "Assemble!"She didn't even know about the audience selection session of "Singer and Composer". At that time, she was still reading the submissions.

But that day she clearly remembered that a colleague in the same office suddenly stood up and shouted, his face turned red with excitement, and his salary was deducted because of it.

Only later did she know that this colleague had won a lottery, which was equivalent to a concert ticket.

At that time, she still snorted, concert tickets, if you have money, you can buy them, what's so strange.

But just the day before yesterday, that co-worker was busy and handed the ticket to her in tears, asking her to watch the "concert" on her behalf.

She had no choice but to agree. It just so happened that she was too tired to review manuscripts, so she might as well go out and relax.

When she searched the Internet and checked the lineup of guests, her mind was full of question marks.

Who are these?Why don't I know five or six of the eight.

But in the end she boarded the plane and came to the city.

Before coming to the venue, she still felt that the trip was a waste of time, and she was reading novels in the car.

Sitting in the allocated area, looking at a group of "starchaser" boys and girls of the same age around him, I feel contemptuous in my heart, and even want to just slip away, because I am completely different from them.

She didn't know what kind of Wang Hua Feng Cheng they were talking about, but it was probably the handsome ones on the poster.

Looking back, it seems really handsome.

I don't know how long I waited, and how many chapters of romance novels I read, the competition finally started.

She frowned and watched the whole process, and even wanted to plug her ears with her hands.

Looking at the young man shaking his head beside him, he sighed inwardly.

What's so good about that?One was crying and howling, and the other was squawking. I didn't feel very passionate, but only felt noisy.

Besides, it doesn't look like a star.

But she was fair and impartial and didn't cast a single vote.

Then, the third star came on stage. When that person entered the stage, she was still looking at her mobile phone. After being reminded by the person next to her, she put down her mobile phone and looked towards the stage.

As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black but looking spotless, bathed in white light.

That handsome appearance and faint smile immediately made her heart that had been dusty for many years beat again.

Isn't this the hero I imagined?
She has already begun to fantasize that this man has traveled to ancient times.

Okay, she admits that she is a Yangou, but she is too sober and knows that it is impossible to be with such an unattainable person, so it is realistic to spend her energy on pursuing her dreams.

Her originally listless eyes became brighter, and she didn't dare to take her eyes off the man's body.

Because, she seems to have found inspiration.

Just by Feng Cheng alone, she had a lot of images in her mind.

When the music sounded and Feng Cheng's singing sounded, her exhaled breath was trembling with excitement.

Because the story she imagined fits perfectly with the song.

In her eyes, Feng Cheng was a high-spirited young man. How similar was the determination in her eyes before she started singing to the young general she had been thinking about before?

She didn't even need to fantasize about her appearance, she couldn't construct such a delicate face with her imagination.

As the music sounded, a sense of desolation rose from the bottom of my heart.

Unlike the previous two, his songs were crooned slowly, and she could feel his emotion with every breath he took.

The picture in her mind became more and more bleak.

She immediately understood that the young man in front of her was not a proud general with great achievements in battle, but a defeated general who had returned from defeat and felt endlessly lonely.

What makes her different from many audiences at the scene is that she, who is engaged in literature, is particularly sensitive to words. While indulging in the story, she can't help but pay attention to the lyrics.

Her heart ached suddenly, and she understood, as if he would never find that person.

Even without her own fantasies, the lyrics completely conveyed to her the story Feng Cheng wanted to tell.

She didn't know why she heard vicissitudes from the voice of a man who was not as old as herself.After losing the war, he was seriously injured and couldn't return to the city where the war was raging.

There is only a dead end to go back, so he cultivated somewhere.From the lyrics, she deduces that the place is a temple.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he had to live, because he could go back and find his beloved woman.

Finally, the fighting subsided.The mountain gate of the temple had already collapsed. He extinguished the residual lamp and finally left this place.

Arriving in front of the mottled city gate, the most familiar place has become different.

He came to a dead tree, squatted down slowly, and touched the roots.

It was still alive when they parted, and it was the old place where they met.

On the stone slab above, he seemed to see the shadow of her playing the guzheng, and listening to her playing the zither was the happiest thing in the world.

Looking at the ruins around him, he already had a bad premonition in his heart.
A skinny man came out of the city gate, saw someone beside the stone slab, sighed, and told him that this woman was waiting for her lover here every day, but she never did.

The general didn't believe it, they made an appointment, she must still be waiting for him.

He searched all over the ancient city, hoping to find her shadow, but he never found it.

The desolate environment around him made him even more desperate, and the rain fell one after another, pouring on his shattered heart.

A person walked up to him quietly, but the general didn't look at him, and he couldn't recognize the old man with gray hair as an acquaintance he had known before.

He told him that she was always alone and that she was waiting for you until the day she died.
The general's head, which had never been lowered to the enemy before, was lowered quietly at this moment, and tears fell silently to the ground.

At that time, he rode his horse and left without looking back for the sake of the country.

I don't want to, in this life, I will never hear the sound of the guzheng again.

Zhao Yangyang hugged his arms, goose bumps covered his whole body.

An oath, a lifetime of waiting.

What kind of fairy love is this.

This person actually used one, no, half a song to write a story that no one else could write in thousands of words.

What kind of fairy is this?
Zhao Yangyang didn't know when tears flowed from his eyes.

Feng Cheng's singing was still in her ears, she looked at him, wishing that she was his lover and appeared in front of his eyes immediately.

She loves watching tragedies, but she has never been able to write tragedies herself.

She couldn't believe that she, who had no knowledge of music at all, had learned so much from one person's singing.

She really wants to write this story into a novel!

She could still hear Feng Cheng's singing style in the second half of the song seemed to have changed slightly.

"Listen to the laughter that greets youth,

Envious of many people.

The annals are gentle and unwilling,
The pen is too harsh.

Fireworks are easy to be cold, and personnel are easy to divide.

And you ask again,

Am I still serious.

After a thousand years of love

Who else will wait.

And how can Qingshi not be true,
Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are following, pass through the previous life.

Follow the mortal world and follow me throughout my life. "

Zhao Yangyang's heart hurt even more, the feeling of being on the scene made her seem to be in sync with Feng Cheng's emotions, and she hummed the melody in her heart following Feng Cheng's singing.

The auditorium was extremely quiet. I don't know if it was because the first two songs were too tiring. Anyway, no one has said a word now.

I don't know how many people are as emotional as Zhao Yangyang, but everyone doesn't want this singing to stop.

This is a triple enjoyment of hearing, vision and feeling.

At this point they don't want to be called public review if they can.

Rather, the audience.

Feng Cheng has also forgotten himself at this moment, he has never deliberately thought about what the next sentence is, and how to do the next sentence.

"It's raining, and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep.

I heard that you are always alone.

The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

It is we who are destined to take root.

It is we who are destined to take root.

Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity~"

Garan Temple?
Zhao Yangyang finally knew the name of that temple at this moment.

If possible, she would like the song to be called "Galan Rain".

From the beginning to the end, Feng Cheng never showed the advantages of his clear voice, nor did he deliberately suppress his voice, so the emotion he showed was extremely abundant, and the interpretation of the whole song was extremely natural.

At the end of the last line sung by Feng Cheng, everyone woke up and realized that Feng Cheng's voice was so nice when returning to the singer himself.

After the ending, Feng Cheng lowered his hand holding the microphone.

Quietly looking at the auditorium, but at this moment, what he saw was not the audience full of urban atmosphere, but
The one who died alone for him.

Just when everyone thought Feng Cheng's singing was over and were about to applaud, the stage lights turned on, and the darkness behind the stage suddenly lit up. A delicate woman in ancient clothes and a guzheng in front of her emerged from the darkness. emerge in.

In an instant, the artistic conception of the entire song in everyone's minds was directly reflected in reality.

A person accidentally exclaimed, and a violent man next to him punched him violently.

Everyone felt as if they had traveled to ancient times. On the stage, Feng Cheng was still dressed in modern clothes, but he didn't feel any sense of disobedience.

Instead, it was as it should have been here.

The woman played the zither, and a melancholy but beautiful tune sounded faintly.

All the audience silently looked at the two people on the stage one behind the other.

There was a person whose little heart couldn't take it anymore, and he held his heart and dared not take a breath.

At this moment, it seems that the emotions of all the audience are connected in series. The moment the guzheng is played, it really makes people get goosebumps.

So, is she back?

After the guzheng sound dissipated in the aftertaste, Feng Cheng slowly raised his head.

Without any eye makeup, his eyes did not have the usual light at this moment, but were full of melancholy and sadness, showing a poignant beauty.

But the lower half of his face was a smile, not a wry smile, but a kind of relief.

When this shot is close-up.

There is only one word in everyone's mind:

Absolutely.

Even a few men were breathless.

At this moment, the house finally burst into applause.

This stage, or Feng Cheng's first stage, will definitely become his famous scene.

After Feng Cheng heard the applause, he finally got out of the play, exhaled a breath, it wasn't turbid, but he just felt refreshed when he exhaled it.

I didn't expect that I actually finished singing!There is no place on the way that I feel dissatisfied with!
For himself, it belongs to Super God.

He turned his head and waved to the girl behind him.

The girl changed her dignified image and trotted over with her skirt in hand. She couldn't stop laughing. She was very cute.

Seeing her like this, Feng Cheng also smiled, he was very excited.

When the girl ran up to him, the two exchanged a smile and bowed to the audience together.

Feng Cheng picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "Let me introduce, this is Ma Zining, a top student at Huaxia Opera Academy."

Then the girl took the microphone, "Thank you everyone."

Then she threw the microphone to Feng Cheng and hurried off the stage.

Then Feng Cheng bowed again and stepped off the stage.

This time, he really walked off the stage trembling all over, and ran quickly to avoid being discovered.

In the auditorium, a person next to him asked Zhao Yangyang: "Are you okay?"

Zhao Yangyang also knew that his embarrassing appearance was seen just now. After adjusting his mentality, he actually smiled, "I'm fine. Listen to what you said before, are you Feng Cheng fans?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"It's okay, we will be good sisters from now on!"

"Good sisters, good sisters! Let me tell you, go and listen to "Daoxiang", it's really amazing."

(End of this chapter)