[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Competing song: "Summer Cicada"

Composer & Arranger: Ying Tianya

Lyricist: He Qianqiu

So he called He Qianqiu.

He Qianqiu answered quickly: "What's the matter?"

With the same familiar tone as always, accompanied by the gentle orchestral music in the background, Qi Yan suddenly felt guilty, stuttered and swallowed, "No, it's nothing, I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. He."

"I'm just listening to a new CD I bought, say."

Qi Yan immediately explained everything: "I can't understand the lyrics."

He Qianqiu: "Looking for a Chinese dictionary is more effective for this kind of thing. Do you want to teach you how to look it up? Next time I will equip you with a dot reader, so you can click wherever you don't know."

Qi Yan: "..."

This is, is it despised?

"That's not what it means, Mr. He. What I mean is that the purpose of a song is always to touch people's hearts and resonate. If you want to describe the hardships of ten years of sharpening your sword, isn't the allusion of the soaring roc better than the cicada?"

He Qianqiu put on the bluetooth earphones, left the music room, and took a small watering can to spray water on the rows of strelitzia in the living room.The wide leaves are more emerald green, reflecting He Qianqiu's eyes behind the lenses with a faint green shadow.

"Cicadas are very useful creatures." He Qianqiu said, "Cicada sloughs can be used as medicine, and the meat of cicadas has a special fresh and sweet taste, which is the top food in the heart of the gluttons. Although the cicadas are noisy, it is a symbol of summer. In the absence of air conditioning In the countryside, if there is no cicada singing in the hot afternoon, the whole town will be as dead as if it has been attacked by zombies. In winter and spring, it hibernates quietly underground; in early summer, it begins to crawl towards the ground; in midsummer, it sings The coolness of the shade, the fragrance of flowers and fruits; at the beginning of autumn, it laments its end, the withering of the sun."

Qi Yan didn't know whether he was infected by his voice or shocked by the pictures he drew, but he also felt that the cicada, a sap-sucking pest, was indeed as great as an old scalper and as poetic as Tagore.

He heard He Qianqiu ask again: "Do you remember when was the last time you heard cicadas singing?"

It should be when he was still in the orphanage, knowing the noise, as if wanting to bloom his short life in one breath, shouting desperately.The children's body temperature was high, and when they were crowded in the dormitory to take a nap, the room was as hot as a steamer, and the ceiling fan was buzzing, but it didn't help at all.

He was so hot that he was sweating all the time, and his vest was sticky to his body... Not a pleasant memory at all.

He counted with his fingers, "Twenty, cough, 11 years ago, right?"

He Qianqiu didn't care about his slip of the tongue, "How do you feel?"

"...it stinks of sweat."

He Qianqiu smiled softly at the other end of the microphone, his joyful laughter was like a magic wand lightly plucking the strings of the cello, making one's heart tremble, "You can't hear it in City B, right?"

Qi Yan seemed to have vaguely grasped his thoughts, and did not open his mouth as he pondered.

He Qianqiu continued on his own, "The non-stop cars coming and going day and night scared the bugs away. The trees were sprayed with medicine to prevent them from parasitic. The cicadas have accompanied the ancestors through the bitter summer for generations. Now Hiding in the ground for many years, he finally achieved a positive result, and when he wanted to sing, he realized that this city no longer needs him."

Qi Yan suddenly felt stabbed in the heart.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, he always felt that what He Qianqiu was talking about was not about knowing, but about Messiah.

Different from heroes in the traditional sense, when a crisis strikes, a hero will show up in front of others, show his might, repel the enemy, and then get people's thanks.

The mission of the Messiah is "prevention", and the ultimate goal is to nip the crisis in the bud. When everyone knows nothing, everything has been resolved.

After that, no one needs a Messiah anymore.

When thinking this way, strong unwillingness welled up in his heart, and Qi Yan couldn't help clenching his fists.

But He Qianqiu said: "Even so, I still have to sing."

This is a line from the chorus of "Xia Chan".

The vast and violent melody, like a hurricane, suddenly rose in Qi Yan's mind, washing over his body like lightning.

He took a deep breath, as if he understood something, his mind was filled with those melodious and pulsating notes, the singing wanted to jump out of his heart and blood, he didn't even know when he hung up the phone.

Qi Yan only cared about beating the time lightly and humming softly.This time, it seemed to be a matter of course, and the enthusiasm was vented without any hindrance.

After practicing twice more, the young man's eyes brightened, and he ran back to the dressing room excitedly.

The place where he stayed before was at the end of the corridor in the work area. After he left, two figures came out of a nearby room one after the other.

The leading man was tall, and his custom-made suits were made in Italy. Italian suits were known for their lightness, slenderness and variety of patterns, but they still couldn't ease the man's sharp aura.

He just stood there, like an unsheathed dagger, shining with a cold and sharp light, as if to stab everyone who came close.

If Qi Yan saw it, he didn't know whether he would frighten his legs or punch him directly.

This person is naturally Tang Yue.

Qi Yan didn't participate in the semi-finals in his previous life, and of course he never appeared on TV.

The young man behind Tang Yue was a little shorter, and lowered his voice to remind carefully, "Mr. Tang, it's time for the meeting."

Tang Yue nodded slightly, still looking out of the corridor, Qi Yan had long since disappeared.

He was originally here for a meeting, but he was attracted by that person's singing. Although he hummed in a low voice, ordinary people should not pay attention to it, but Tang Yue was born extremely sensitive to music.

The young man was full of sunshine, soft, warm, and full of vitality, like a glowing laurel tree, with a pleasant energy.

Literally and figuratively, a completely different species from him.

As Tang Yue walked towards the elevator, he casually ordered, "Go and check that person."

The young man's eyes darkened slightly, but he nodded without hesitation on the surface, "Okay."

The butterfly effect is getting bigger and bigger, and even the meeting process of these two people has completely changed.

What impact this change will have, no one knows yet.

He Qianqiu took off his earphones, handed the watering can to the nanny, and turned around to see his stupid brother leaning on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, looking at him mockingly.

The writer didn't change his expression: "Is there something wrong?"

He Qianming snorted through his nose, "Didn't you say last time that because that kid was always as noisy as Zhizhi, you wrote him a song about Zhizhi? Just now you made up such a literary lie, brother, you blush No?"

"Children need dreams. If you tell him the truth, the kid will cry." He Qianqiu said as he walked over, rubbing his head neatly, with a calm expression on his face.

He Qianming screamed, and quickly rolled away from the sofa, "My hair! You messed up my hairstyle again! Big brother, I can't stop talking to you!"

He Qianqiu sat down with a half-smile, and the nanny brought him black tea. While drinking tea, he sank comfortably into the soft leather backrest, "On my site, why can't you think about it with me? Big stars are so idle, don't work?"

He Qianming's face froze, and he sat back again while arranging his hair, his eyes circled twice, and when he was thinking about how to justify his words, He Qianqiu had already picked up the tablet he had dropped and looked at it.

"So it's like this, you broke up with your girlfriend again?"

"Why do you all like to talk again!" He Qianming's eyes widened, "Lan Xin is actually a rotten girl, that's fine, I can bear it. But she is still from the Dao Ming sect!"

He Qianqiu answered absent-mindedly, "Young people's nouns are becoming more and more incomprehensible."

He Qianming is still aggrieved, "CP, CP, it's Tang Dao x He Qianming, nnd she actually YY is the one below! Tang Dao is a fart, I'm taller than him, stronger than him, more handsome than him, stronger than him The technique is good, so why should you be the next one!"

He Qianqiu: "..." Do you care about the issue of up and down rather than sexual orientation?

"So we broke up?"

"Nonsense!" Tsundere Queen Ming, who is well-known all over Weibo, slapped the table hard, with a menacing look and messy hair, a bit like a lion king, "What kind of woman would want her boyfriend to be treated badly? She still wants to drag me to the charity dinner tonight. Tang Dao is also going, her intentions are too obvious, she can't take it anymore, this time she will definitely break up! Brother, please don't tell her I'm here."

He Qianqiu looked down at the Weibo page, "So you lied about taking a hot spring in Tangshan?"

He Qianming grinned, his handsome face glowing brightly, "I specially searched for the photos I took at this time last year to post, and they are absolutely flawless."

He Qianqiu really couldn't look directly at this stupid brother, so he covered his face with one hand, and handed him the tablet with the other hand: "They were all smashed into a sieve."

He Qianming didn't know, so he took it, and saw that there were already hundreds of comments and thousands of reposts on his Weibo.

The first time he saw Baomantou—the head of Tang Dao.Tang Dao commented while reposting, brushing up two in one breath.

@He Qianming His Royal Highness

The weather is good, the hot springs are delicious, so pleasant.I'm in Tangshan, I won't go back tonight! @蓝蓝路路啊啦 [图]

@唐刀大人

In view of the fact that both quotients of a certain person are far below the average, I kindly teach you to be a good boy. When you want to deceive people, first delete the location in Weibo.You are so stupid, does your brother know? [picture]

The screenshot accompanying the picture is clearly visible under He Qianming's Weibo, "I am in Wolong Haoting" - the community where He Qianqiu lives.

@唐刀大人

For a person with an IQ similar to that of a capybara, he must not know that digital photos have EXIF ​​information.Remember to delete the EXIF ​​in the photo before you lie next time. [picture]

The accompanying picture is a string of data, and Tang Dao specially framed the DateTime item in a red frame.The date shown above is June 6 last year.

He Qianming was stunned, "He actually hides the date in the photo? Who knows about such a thing! What is a capybara?"

He just opened his mouth, and the client gave another reminder, and Tang Dao's third comment jumped out: @唐刀大人I guess someone must not know what a capybara is, don't expect a brother with a worrying IQ to become smart people.

He Qianming was furious, and slapped the tablet on the table, "You are the brother-controller, so you have the nerve to call me!"

He stood up, turned around twice, and dialed Lan Xin's phone: "What time tonight, send me the address. Nonsense, I'm going to chop him up! Let that idiot [beep——] wash his neck and wait! Yes Ah, just wash your neck, otherwise why else? Me? I just wash my hands! That’s it, I’ll pick you up when the time comes, bye!”

He Qianming hung up the phone, cracked his finger bones, gritted his teeth and sneered, with a murderous look on his face, "Xiang, you are dead."

He Qianqiu looked at the newly popped up Weibo.

@蓝蓝路路啊啦

Poisonous Tongue x Tsundere Don't be too cute!How much thought did I put into making this pair together.It's a pity that Gong Shou's height is reversed><Someone commented below that she was unkind to a flirtatious straight man, Lan Xin replied, "You don't have to worry about how I treat my boyfriend!"

"Xiao Ming."

"what!"

"Are you sure you have a girlfriend?"

He Qianming glared at him, "Nonsense! Let's go!"

The elevator door opened, his arrogant and stupid brother finally left, and the room became quiet again.

It was finally time for the live broadcast on the TV station. Both Qi Yan and Du Feng changed into costumes. Du Feng had a white shirt and white trousers. Only the student's tie was black.

Qi Yan wore a black shirt and black trousers. The collarbone was exposed on the shirt, and the silver necklace was looming.The skinny casual suit sets off the slender waist, which is extremely sexy.

He escaped from the hot eyes of the makeup artists and hair stylists, caught up with Du Feng who was one step ahead, and grabbed his wrist, "Xiao Feng, what do you think?"

Du Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Well, I'm fine!"

Seeing no special circumstances, Qi Yan couldn't help thinking depressingly, it seems that this pudding bonus is only valid for system holders?

Backstage standby, Luo Yiping nervously helped the two men straighten their collars, straighten their cuffs, and tug at the hem of their clothes. Qi Yan laughed, and pulled his arm to stand up, "It's okay, don't worry."

Luo Yiping smiled, "You are so relaxed."

Qi Yan also laughed, he is an old man with seven years of experience on stage, he is no longer Wuxia Ameng, and he can still look at other singers calmly at this moment.

There are two groups, the other group is three young girls, and the solo singer is two girls and one boy. They are all young and beautiful, with nervous expressions. The three girls are talking quietly, and the others are sitting separately, no one speaks.

Soon, they received a notice from the field control, and a group of people cheered up and went on stage.Waves of applause, cheers and dazzling spotlights came together, enveloping this group of young singers in a glamorous scene, as if as long as they walked over, there would be a bright future in front of them.

The first China Original Star Singing Contest, five into four semi-finals officially started.