Chapter 375

In the bedroom of a large flat in the suburb.

At midnight, Wang Qiang is still on the phone with the company:

"if Xianyu doesn't sing in November, our schedule will be in November. Anyway, now that the new season is cancelled, we don't have to give way to the new people in November. The new people have their own list..."

Before the merger, November was the new season for Qinzhou.

Every November, only new singers are allowed to sing. Singers who have already made their debut will not sing in November.

This is the most acclaimed protection system for new people in Qinzhou music circle.

After the merger of the States, the number of singers became more and more, and November was no longer enough to provide protection for the newcomers, so the Arts Association issued a new rule -

to cancel the rule of November as the newcomer season!

This is not to squeeze the living space of the new singers, but to protect the new singers. In the future, the new singers can sing at any time, but their works no longer compete with the established singers, but have a special list of new singers.

After the regulation came out, everyone was happy.

New people don't have to wait for November to make their debut, and singers who have already made their debut don't have to give up competing for the new list in November.

There are even music companies that will keep watch on new people's new songs, trying to dig people when there are good candidates.

"All right."

The humanitarian on the other side of the phone: "let's see what happens to Xianyu this month. I'll ask xingmang people about it. You'll wait for my good news first."

"Well, hang up."

Wang Qiang looked at the computer. It was already 12:05.

"Anxious to listen to the song?"

"Well, let's see if the exit of the three of us is the right decision."

"Yes, I'll listen to it, too."

When the phone hung up, Wang Qiang looked at the computer.

In October, three first-line singers gave up, and Wang Qiang was one of the three first-line singers who announced the change of schedule.

He stayed up so late just to wait for the new song of Xianyu, so after hanging up the phone, he put on the headset for the first time and found the released "white rose" which occupied the largest banner of the player.

Lyrics: envy fish

composition: envy fish

singing: sun yaohuo

seeing sun yaohuo's name, Wang Qiang's eyes flashed a trace of envy, and then click the song to play.

The prelude is very familiar.

is as like as two peas.

If you don't look at the title of the song and just listen to the prelude, everyone will think it's red rose.

But with the beginning of the later singing, this idea was immediately broken:

"white as white teeth, passion was swallowed up, the champagne had evaporated completely; white as white moth sneaked back to the world and looked down on the throne; but love changed suddenly, just like dirty and filthy, don't mention it; silent with smile, rose with thorns, only trust defense..."

Wang Qiang slightly raised his eyebrows.

If you read it in Putonghua, it doesn't rhyme or even obscure.

But sun yaohuo was singing in Qi language, so he immediately felt like singing.

The melody is still so beautiful. The rhymes of every word are very neat. The ending breath is often in the most comfortable position. The purity of sun yaohuo's tone is enough to make the ear pregnant.

The sound breaks the barrier of obscure lyrics.

And when the main song comes, even those who don't know Qi understand what the song is singing. Recalling the version of red rose, the sense of substitution becomes profound.

In fact, the music is not gorgeous, there is no explosive drum, there is no gorgeous arrangement, only sun yaohuo's voice is a little hoarse and helpless:

"how cold but still beautiful, can't get the precious, in a disadvantage, how not to attack the mind, show awe to test your laws and regulations; even if the nightmare is still beautiful, willing to set the bottom of your noble; a handful of roses imitate the heart." When love has passed away, the next life... "

Wang Qiang's research on Qi language is not deep, but he never falters when he hears it.

His eyes were suddenly sour.

Red rose and white rose

For men, two roses symbolize two women.

If the red rose is already got but not cherished, then the white rose is far away and out of reach.

No matter how cold, no matter how reserved noble, men are also happy.

As if it was a cruel dream, destined to be unable to grip, but how also do not want to sober.

Xianyu wrote about the fury in the red rose.

And the white rose explains the source of the commotion.

It is the same melody, but it tells a connected story, one is the habit and fatigue of red rose in life, the other is the dazzling and enchanting of white rose in dream.

The former forbearance, the latter collapse.

At this moment, in Wang Qiang's memory, a forgotten figure seems to reappear, like a nightmare he doesn't want to recall.But I shouldn't think about her.

He has a new partner by his side, and the former White Rose got married and had children last year.

But memories are just unreasonable.

The more restrained Wang Qiang is, the more numerous emotions are in the chrysalis, like being in the mire of reincarnation created by songs, unable to escape.

All of a sudden, the voice in my ear eased down again:

"Bai Rubai was so busy that he was destroyed. What he got was not the one. Bai Rubai was thrown into the world by mistake and died..."

Wang Qiang's heart, suddenly quiet, seems to be a little bit broken, and slowly reshape.

As if aware of Wang Qiang's emotion, the sound in the headset is still going on, but it doesn't intend to continue.

"Even though the nightmare is still beautiful, you are willing to set the bottom, set off your nobility, give me roses, come to the funeral, the past is invalid, when I have passed another life..."

It's the same melody, but it shows a sense of desolation.

Wang Qiang suddenly breathed out a breath, took off the earphone with a smile, and completely walked out of the whirlpool of confusion.

What if I get it?

It's just a riot.

What if you lose it? It's just another life of samsara. If you split it into two parts, how can you tell who is the white rose and who is the red rose?

It's just the devil in the heart.

Wang Qiang showed a smile. I don't know whether he is glad to get out of the quagmire of the October season or to walk out of an emotional vortex.

He opened Xianyu's tribal account and wanted to pay attention to it, but he saw that Xianyu sent a message.

"Every man has had two women, at least two. If you marry a red rose, over time, the red one turns into a mosquito's blood on the wall, and the white one is still the bright moon in front of the bed. If you marry a white rose, the white one is a rice stick on your clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on your heart. "

At this moment, Wang Qiang was completely relieved.

The mosquito blood on the wall is actually the cinnabar mole. The sticky rice on the clothes is the white moonlight. You can't get it. It's not the reason for your commotion. Please be kind.