Beautiful strong and miserable boy group

Ruan Mengxi walked out of the Peking University gate a little dejectedly.

The wind in the summer night is cool, and the street lights are dimly lit, projecting down through the shadows of the trees.

He walked aimlessly, and somehow reached the music square near the company.

He suddenly didn't know what to do.

Brothers in this world don't yearn for the stage, they all have their own lives and don't need him to save them at all.

The small wooden house that had just been erected suddenly lost its pillars and collapsed, with rubble everywhere.

He suddenly remembered the boy singing rap in front of the music fountain.

He wanted to ask this stranger why he insisted on singing on the street, why so many people didn't understand but insisted, did he yearn for the stage?

After nightfall, the fountain square is lit up with neon lights.

Colorful lights shone among the crowd, printing faces of various colors.

Several teenagers holding musical instruments surrounded them, and one of them directly grabbed the opponent's audio cable.

"What are you singing about!" The leading boy was tall and strong, holding two drumsticks in his hands as if he was going to fight, and he also brought his own equipment, which looked very intimidating.

"Brother, you've been singing for a long time, should we change it? Anyway, no one listens to you." The thin monkey-like boy interjected with a grin, seemingly discussing but mocking.

The companions who followed echoed, "Yes, let's also listen to the voice of the masses!"

The boy surrounded in the middle was still wearing a mask, and his bangs on his forehead almost blocked his eyes. He raised his head slightly, showing a little edge.

He didn't speak, but he didn't give up a step.

"Come on, brothers, help this buddy move." The leading boy immediately started to pick up the other party's speaker.

The boy who had been silent all this time took a step forward, with long legs, he went straight forward and grabbed the opponent's hand.

"Ah, ah, let go!"

The boy looked thin, but it was the tall and strong guy who begged for mercy first.

Passers-by became interested, this fight was much more interesting than listening to music, many people flocked over.

Those who came first introduced the situation enthusiastically to those who came later, and commented bitterly, "Hey, this little brother comes here to sing every day, and I don't know what he sings, and I can't understand it anyway."

"No, another group came today. The bands wanted to grab the place, but the other party refused to let it go. There was a commotion."

"If you want me to say that it's better to change to a more lively one, it's boring for him to sing alone."

Ruan Mengxi pushed through the crowd and walked to the innermost part.

"roll."

The boy's men worked hard, but without seeing him making much movement, he threw the opponent out directly.

The companions hurriedly helped him up, still acting like a victim.

The thin monkey even asked the surrounding people for help, "Everyone come to comment, why should he occupy this place by himself in a public place? You have to be able to sing songs, and those who do this kind of rap It's time to go to the speakeasy!"

Some people in the crowd like to watch the excitement, especially when they see this group of people holding guitars, basses and drums. They look very professional at first glance, and they can't help booing, "Yeah, yeah, we want to listen to the band! People change!"

The thin monkey immediately gained confidence and stood in front of the boy with his hips akimbo to provoke him.

The boy was probably not good at words, but he just squeezed the Mylar wind in his hand.

Ruan Mengxi couldn't understand it, so she stepped forward and helped him connect the audio cable back.

"Hey, who are you, what are you doing!" The thin monkey was still holding a thread in his hand, and immediately shouted when he saw Ruan Mengxi helping.

Ruan Mengxi turned around and walked over, pulled the thread out of his hand, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a flat voice, "The place is public, but the thread is private, please let go."

Shen Shushi looked up and looked at the back of the person in front of him. The white pug on the sweater looked very familiar.

The thin monkey stared at you silently with a pair of overly good-looking eyes on the face of the previous person, making one unable to help but feel a bit shorter. By the time he reacted, the thread in his hand had been taken away.

He reacted, and said a little embarrassingly, trying to save face, "Then you ask your friend to move his personal things away!"

"You said it was a public place just now, why, now you have to occupy it yourself?" Ruan Mengxi turned her head and asked strangely.

Use your own spear to attack your own shield.

There was a roar of laughter from somewhere in the crowd.

A few girls were whispering in low voices, they were obviously amazed by Ruan Mengxi's outstanding appearance, and immediately turned their backs.

"Since we are all playing music, let's have a competition. Everyone will be the referee. One yuan counts as one vote. We will perform one by one. Whoever loses will not come to this stage again. How about it? Dare you?" Ruan Mengxi proposed a solution Method.

Sihua trains its artists in all aspects, especially in the stage of trainees. They have experienced singing on the street and performing commercial performances in squares. Before standing on the stage that attracts everyone's attention, they have been honed a long time ago.

So Ruan Mengxi is no stranger to this kind of battle for the place.

Shen Shushi frowned, he was confident in his songs, but singing these days didn't give him much corresponding results.

The puppy proposed this method, but he was not sure, but after all, he did not directly refuse, but acquiesced to the other party's approach.

The other party is standing up for him.

"Okay, let's compare, who is afraid of whom!" The thin monkey obviously has two brushes, and it is true.

He knew very well that for a lively performance in this kind of square, of course the band would take advantage of it the most.

"Well, it's a deal." Ruan Mengxi stretched out her delicate palm.

The other party was taken aback, it was the first time he had seen such a ceremonial match, but he still stepped forward to give a high five.

However, before he touched that delicate hand, Shen Shushi pulled him behind him.

Shen Shushi always said few words, "I'll do it."

His palms are broad and slender, but the strength in his hands cannot be ignored.

The thin monkey was concerned about his face, even though his hands were numb from being squeezed, he still refused to make a sound.

Shen Shushi snorted coldly, turned his head and bumped into the puppy's smiling eyes, he was suddenly embarrassed.

Was it too naive just now?

"Do you still have a microphone?" Ruan Mengxi didn't embarrass the other party for too long, and soon took the initiative to speak.

Shen Shushi shook his head, raised the broken microphone in his hand, "I just use this, it's enough."

It was only now that Ruan Mengxi heard that the voice of the other party was very nice. Just now, the other party was jumping up and down with two words, and the voice was changed by the poor sound quality of the microphone before, and he didn't notice it.

"I still need a microphone." Ruan Mengxi replied very naturally.

"You?" Shen Shushi frowned slightly, not because he looked down on the other party, but he didn't expect the other party to want to perform with him.

Ruan Mengxi thought that the other party doubted her own strength, so she raised her chin, "Don't underestimate me, I'm a serious trainee, I won't hold you back."

"That's not what I meant." Shen Shushi quickly explained.

"I wrote this gauntlet. How could I be a deserter?" Seeing that the other party wanted to refuse, Ruan Mengxi patted the other party's shoulder on his feet, and turned to ask the crowd.

"Does anyone have a microphone?"

There are often performances around the square here, and there are also street performers who have passed the afternoon show or have not occupied a seat, carrying their own dicks on their backs to watch the excitement.

That's why Ruan Mengxi asked this question.

Sure enough, a punk girl with short hair and a guitar in the crowd raised her hand, "Me! I have it here."

The other party took out two topics from the bag, one pink and one blue, and handed them to Ruan Mengxi.

"Thank you." Ruan Mengxi thanked, and took out a red ticket from his pocket by the way, "It's my rent."

Wearing a leather jacket with iron chains, the girl who looked like she was playing rock and roll suddenly blushed, didn't dare to lift her head, and waved her hands, "It's okay, it's okay, no money is needed."

Ruan Mengxi lowered her voice and said, "Just think of me as the one who bribed the referee first, and then I can sing and vote for us."

After the boy finished speaking, he showed a sly smile, which made the girls around him gasp.

Ruan Mengxi turned around, glanced at his opponent who was still busy building a drum kit, and handed the blue microphone to the person beside him.

"Do you sing anything besides rap?"

Shen Shushi looked at the pink microphone in the boy's hand, and subconsciously took the blue microphone handed over by him.

Probably thinking, the other party used pink, so what if I use blue, it looks quite good this way.

"Pop songs will also be a little bit."

The other party was indeed someone who knew rap, this realization made Shen Shushi happy, as if a bunch of fireworks had been set off in his heart.

"Did you write your rap yourself? Can you show it to me?" Ruan Mengxi thought about it for a while. Since it is a competition, it's better to use your best tricks. Otherwise, even if you win the opponent, you still feel that the victory is invincible.

Shen Shushi hesitated for a moment, and took out a notebook from the bag next to the stereo. He said it was a notebook, but it was just a few A4 papers stapled together.

The paper is kept very flat, and it can be seen that it is stored carefully on weekdays.

Ruan Mengxi took it and opened it carefully.

The other party's handwriting was a bit scribbled, but at least it was clearly readable, and there was even a simple hand-drawn stave beside it.

Shen Shushi looked at the boy with downcast eyes, with a serious expression, the neon night light just turned to cool blue, imprinted on the boy's side face, it was extraordinarily moving, the second half of the song he had been thinking about for a long time seemed to come to life all of a sudden. outline.

He quickly walked to his bag, took out a piece of draft paper and a pen, and wrote a few words smoothly.

"Whenever I face the sun and I want to embrace it, he is like a flower blooming in the corner of the dark."

He subconsciously wanted to share the lyrics in his hand with the other party, but he suddenly stopped after taking a step.

The other party and him are just strangers.

No one like him would want to be friends with him.

Ruan Mengxi looked at the score and lyrics, tried to hum, raised his head and waved to his teammates, "Let's sing this, you are in charge of the rap part, how about I come to the melody?"

Shen Shushi looked at the lyrics the other party pointed to. It was the first song he wrote, and it meant a lot to him.

"Let's try to sing it first?" Shen Shushi was afraid that the other party wouldn't understand his words.

"Okay." Ruan Mengxi thought that the other party was still doubting her own strength, but according to the numbered notation, some places were still not clear, so it would be good to combine them again.

The author has something to say: Thank you "Yi Ranying" for throwing two mines!bow!

Stone finally made his official debut after serving as the background board for two episodes!

applaud!

The lyrics of Stone's sudden inspiration come from "Hot Boys", a collaboration between Gai and Xu Weizhou. Personally, I think it's quite nice.

By the way, by the way, the song sung on the stone background board was from Sun Xuanyang's "Waiting for You to Grow Up".

Thank you so much for the variety shows

Whether it was the previous "The Rap of China" or the later "The New Generation of Rap", not only did I get to know a lot of powerful rappers, but also added a lot of raps I found to the playlist.

I like rap a lot because of the words they write

It's not the kind of one-bet-double-bet gimmick

It's the kind of real emotion that moves

I hope the cuties can also like the stone~

A real rapper!