The smile of the reborn king

The Night Is Wrong is unusual.

The interior atmosphere is both quiet and dynamic. There are hollowed-out sycamore wood compartments beside the corner walls, which are filled with tea and incense; the spacious corners also have exquisite and elegant green scenery, which is just rightly decorated; the hall is trendy yet still Elegant tables and chairs are located, and between the compartments and the greenery, the space appears to be layered and layered, which cannot be seen through at a glance.

But the wonderful thing is that no matter which corner the guests sit in, if they wish, they can see the performance on the stage clearly.

But on the other hand, if you look down from the stage, don’t even try to see who is present at a glance. They are all hidden by the combination of partitions, greenery and space, which adds a bit of mystery for no reason.

What's more, there is also the impact of light and dark light contrast, and the vision is even more blurred, making it impossible to see clearly.

So Lu Yu simply said hello, didn't glance down at all, just stood gracefully with downcast eyes, holding the microphone with one hand.

At this moment, the music started.

——Sure enough, it’s a trick!

When Lu Yu heard the music, he frowned secretly. This was not the fresh track "Drizzle Street" in his newspaper, but an English song "Angel", originally sung by Sarah McLachlan, an excellent girl with an ethereal and ethereal tone. Singer, really fits the tune of "Angle".

"Angel" is indeed suitable for singing softly in such an elegant high-end bar, but it is for girls with excellent singing skills. At this time, let him, Lu Yu, a boy with a standard male voice, sing "Angel". Suddenly, without giving him a little time to prepare, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him to trip up?

Fortunately, this is still a song with a prelude. If it is a song that needs to be sung a few lines at the beginning, wouldn't Lu Yu be directly ashamed today?When something like this happens in a fancy bar like this, it's going to be fun!

Lu Yu remained calm. Although this was not a major matter that he cared too much about, since someone was making fun of him, he would always give the perpetrator a proper "reward" afterwards. Is it Meng Xinyuan?Or the sound engineer is also involved in it?Even, is there anything about Sai Yan who purposely befriended him?

Many thoughts flashed across his mind in a flash, but on the surface he remained calm.

——He is a gentle and steady man, he will not let himself appear sharp or gloomy, so all along, in the eyes of others, he has not been a shrewd figure with all the tricks, although he is indeed not.

The prelude to "Angel" was not long, and once it started, Meng Xinyuan from the backstage sneered, squinting at Lu Yu, who seemed to him to be pretending to be safe on the stage, shook his head and chuckled, "Guess he will insist on singing in a low key." , or just say haha ​​and change the song shamelessly?"

The person next to him crossed his legs and smiled: "It seems that he is a little clever, but who cares, when he breaks the song, we will immediately use emergency measures to replace him, and there is nothing to say about that tigress. Sister Zhang Ying, get ready Come on stage..."

On the other side, the waiter Sai Yan's face changed when he heard the prelude. He secretly hated the sound engineer for eating inside and outside. It's not a thing. Now it's all right. I'm afraid that the seedling on the stage who is favored by Ms. Yanglan will even hate him up!

It really makes people inside and out.

Sai Yan is clever, knowing that it was too late to talk to Yang Lan at this time, his eyeballs were twitching, and he immediately turned his head, remembering that Lu Yu said he could play the guitar when he applied for the job yesterday...

He hurriedly turned around and ran to the backstage, took a brand new guitar, was about to come out, thought for a while, and insisted on changing the one commonly used by Meng Xinyuan's group, and then ran back, so that Meng Xinyuan's group could think about it. Find an excuse for Lu Yu to make up for the substitution.

Everyone in the audience has their own thoughts, but Lu Yu on the stage has a calm expression.

With the light prelude, Lu Yu did not deliberately lower the tone, but slightly lowered his voice to adapt to the song. The slightly magnetic voice of the young man was warm and clear, like the spring breeze floating on ice water, like the sunset glowing on orchids, with a standard pronunciation English slowly spit out:

spend all your time waiting, forth that second chance, for a break that would make it okay... in the arms of a fan angel, fly away from here...

There are relaxed laughter everywhere in the bar, and it is not noisy. The lights and decorations on the stage are like the dim sunset and clouds, reflecting this elegant and not spacious performance stage in a harmonious and natural way, forming a pleasing scene.

It was as if a teenager standing alone in the setting sun.

His figure was straight and slender, his posture was leisurely and generous, his clean white clothes set off a clean temperament like jade, and the sunset-like lights dyed him warm.

The people in the audience were attracted by the distinctive gentle male voice. Looking up, the young man's handsome face was focused and serious, his dark eyes were bright and drooping, and his straight nose and lower lips opened and closed gracefully. The undulating and clear voice is like warm water flowing and swaying, soaking people's hearts.

The original trace of laughter in the bar suddenly subsided a little and became quieter.

Meng Xinyuan and the others who were waiting behind the stage to watch the show froze, unable to utter a word; Sai Yan slapped his leg hard, gritted his teeth and glared sideways at them, and said in a low voice, "Okay! This kick Have you reached the iron plate? Still want to be like last time? See how you squeeze him away!"

"It is indeed handsome enough."

The key is that kind of innate demeanor that not everyone can imitate.

Xu Yang and Yang Lan were sitting together. They were sisters since they were young, and their names had the same pronunciation. When she saw Lu Yu appearing on stage, her eyes were clear and she stared at Lu Yu up and down. Scrutinize non-stop.

Yanglan snorted softly, her face still had a rigid iceberg expression, but what she said didn't match the surface: "Is he a hot-blooded and calm sexy little cool guy? His voice is more charming. You should taste it carefully and see if it is better than those dressed up in your company." Which of the so-called stars with all the bells and whistles is better or worse?"

Xu Yang didn't answer at the beginning, stirring the hot coffee with one hand, resting his elbow on the table with the other, resting his chin lazily.

Until I heard Lu Yu's greetings and his singing.

His voice is deep and warm, pure and magnetic, complementing his handsome appearance and sunny temperament, which makes people blush and heartbeat.

Xu Yang just smiled again, but he answered the wrong question: "Zheng Yi has a good eye, no wonder he is looking for it so much. Could it be that he once caught a glimpse and fell in love with this boy at first sight, so he searched for a needle in a haystack? But, I didn't hear it." Saying that he is interested in boys, is this a "decisive transformation"? Well, if so, this character alone...is much stronger than his brother..."

When she called Zheng Yi before, she said that Lu Yu would be on stage in a few minutes, but it was still early.

So after Zheng Yi came to say hello, knowing that he would have to wait, he didn't sit with them. He took the bodyguards and sat in another compartment, smoking cigarettes, exhaling smoke rings, leisurely in the smoky Watch quietly.

Before the person who was waiting for him appeared, compared to the previous ten days, Zheng Yi's expression was indeed relaxed, but he also had some nervous anticipation for the unknown, as well as an irritable gloomy ferocity. Just look at the trace of the corner of his mouth From the ruffian laughter that appeared from time to time, one could tell why his bodyguard held his breath.

Until Lu Yu walked step by step from the dark place behind to the clear and bright front desk.

Such a handsome and youthful boy, his steps are unrestrained, steady and light, step by step, like stepping on ice, step by step, like a murderous knife, he is calm and graceful, singing softly with downcast eyes, as if the whole sunset exists for him.

Zheng Yi was stunned for a moment, and then, the voice floating over suddenly seemed like an invisible heavy hammer, hitting his heart from the air—it was as sudden as a lightning strike, and he was caught off guard!

Zheng Yi's breathing was stagnant, his heart ached to death, his back was stiff while leaning on the bench, his pupils shrank again and again.

All of a sudden, he saw the young man clearly, and all of a sudden, he saw that handsome face clearly. He obviously didn't know him at all, and he had never seen him before, but it made him feel piercingly familiar. It made his entire chest suddenly oppressed and painful to the extreme!

"Ayu!"

In a trance, Zheng Yi heard himself panting out the name quickly and hoarsely, as if grasping at straws, as if calling for help out of instinct.

The chaotic fuzzy dream for more than ten days suddenly rushed to my eyes like this, it was still chaotic, like black mist, I don't know the plot, I don't know the scene, I don't know what happened in the dream!

——Since you didn’t let me know, why are you still pestering me?

Zheng Yi's heart was in a mess like a thousand needles, and he tried his best to grasp the fragments of the dream, but those dreams seemed to be like a flash of inspiration, and they were mixed together in an instant, so fragmented that he couldn't catch a clue, as if twisted into a meat grinder. The whirlpool held him tightly and pulled him down fiercely.

An angelic, clear, erratic male voice echoed in his ears, dragging him directly into the boundless hell.He wanted to break free and think, but he seemed to be haunted by a curse, and his thinking was erratic and ignorant, so he was dazed and motionless.

Then, all of a sudden, as if the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and all the hardships are coming, a clear and real picture flashed in his chaotic mind:

A strange but familiar room, it seems that his happy laughter remains here; an extremely important person who has never been seen before, it seems that this person once hugged him warmly and intimately... However, this person is so silently sitting against the wall , lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes slightly, the glaring blood spread from his chest to half of his body, soaking his rosewood pendant, and there was no sound...

Zheng Yi felt that his chest was tight and painful but he couldn't breathe.

This is the only clear picture in all the dreams. It seems that all the previous dreams exist to condense into this picture, making this dead scene like a terminator, ending all his entangled and chaotic dreams.

"call--"

All set free?

Fortunately, I came here, those depressive dreams that came inexplicably, whose content was not clear until now, finally left him inexplicably, and disappeared without a trace with a sense of sadness and despair that made him depress and suffer——finally Are you free?My heart suddenly relaxed like a spring, as if lost and found again, reunited after a broken mirror...

Lost and found, broken mirror reunited?Why do these two words come to mind?

Zheng Yi was in a daze, wondering why he didn't really relax after getting rid of more than ten days of torture; why did he continue to think and immerse himself even though there was no bad feeling of boredom and sadness to force him anymore? Isn't this self-inflicted?

However, I still want to continue watching, looking at the young man with a leisurely look on the stage, so sunny, so youthful, not injured, not like the mature, quiet, quiet and cold in that picture, who is still singing beautifully Song.

His breath, his look, his singing, have not passed away, are still alive, and are still alive in front of my eyes...

Suddenly I heard the bodyguard whisper nervously and cautiously: "...Second Young Master, Second Young Master?"

"Ok?"

In Zheng Yi's mind, he lost the shrewdness of the past. He didn't have time to think about it, and finally came back to his senses. He felt his face was wet and cold, and he reached out his hand to touch it. It turned out that he was crying.