Chapter 121

With his guitar, Lu Yuan slowly walked to the center of the stage.

He took a deep breath and looked around. He closed his eyes.

He's looking for feelings.

"Do you want to continue the original song today?"

"Yes, Miss Luo."

"I'm looking forward to you."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Is there a accompaniment this time?" Luo Dalu looked at the guitar in Lu Yuan's hand, pushed back his glasses and asked subconsciously.

"Yes."

"That's good."

Thank you

Lu Yuan bowed.

Eyes closed, of course.

He's still looking for feelings.

An Xiao sits on the judge's chair and looks at Lu Yuan in silence.

She was the only one of the judges who knew the real identity of the player in the dog's head mask.

To be honest, she was surprised to hear that Lu Yuan participated in the program at first.

She remembered the scene when she saw Lu Yuan for the first time. At that time, Lu Yuan appeared in front of her in a very wrinkled shirt with an insincere but shy smile on his face.

Clearly not a liar, but very funny to want to be a liar.

She was bold enough to cheat Wang Jinxue as the front desk of the company.

He's really not fit to cheat.

Because his eyes were so hypocritical at that time

An Xiao shakes her head.

To be honest, she had no idea that this ordinary looking man should be so talented. He is a director, an actor, a screenwriter, a pianist, a composer, a songwriter, and now a singer

Almost the entertainment industry can be involved, he is like a bastard, all set foot once, wantonly squandered his talent.

This kind of person has never been seen by an Xiao.

At the moment, he was standing on the stage enjoying countless lights, while she was watching him from the judges' seat below the stage.

At this moment, her eyes are a little complicated, and she doesn't know where the complexity comes from.

What kind of man is this?

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Lu Yuan opened his eyes and the expression inside the mask became serious.

He felt his form slowly returning.

He found a feeling.

It's a great feeling.

Of course, those standing in the middle of the stage are still so unaccustomed, and the lighting is still so dazzling, including the audience with different eyes from the bottom, looking at their own judges in silence not far away

But it's much better than when I was on stage for the first time.

Get used to anything you're not used to.

The light dimmed slightly and became less dazzling

Then the prelude began to ring slowly. Lu Yuan closed his eyes again, as if he had returned to the spring of that year.

That year, the grass grows and the Orioles fly.

That year, he met a girl, who made Lu Yuan learn guitar and piano.

Although the girl certainly doesn't remember Lu Yuan, she doesn't know that there is a stupid and honest person who wants to play the guitar and piano well and put on a lot of pressure in front of her. Although Lu Yuan is a failure

But now I think it all works.

It's great, isn't it?

"You say that you love lilac most, because your name is her, what a melancholy flower, what a sentimental person..."

This is lilac.

It was also the first time Lu Yuan learned to play guitar.

Lu Yuan has a deep memory.

When the memory slowly floating petals, when the nose seems to smell the fragrance of memory, Lu Yuan plays the guitar.

Then he sang the song with all his emotions.

His voice is no longer the madness of "love when you die", nor the clearness and changefulness of "let me be happy, let me worry", let alone the vicissitudes like "old boy", or even not very amazing

His voice became a touch of pure feelings, in a way of telling a story, all the feelings into it.

It's like something is being sacrificed.

Luo Dalu closed his eyes, and the melody along with Lu Yuan's singing easily penetrated into his heart.

This is a man with a story.

And it's a song with a story.

Even Luo Da Lu's heart can outline the beauty and melancholy of this story

"This man is very strange."

Lu Yuan's voice is not amazing at the moment, but it makes Luo Dalu appreciate the feeling that he has not experienced for a long time.

An Xiao didn't close her eyes. She was open.

She looked at Lu Yuan, still so silent, with Lu Yuan singing slowly up, she took a deep breath.

What is the story hidden in Lu Er Gouzi? How did he write such a sad but not offensive song? How did he write it?She didn't believe that this song was a temporary thought of by Lu Yuan. She would rather believe that the sow would go to the tree than believe it. She felt that Lu Yuan had written this song for a long time and had been precipitated for a long time.

It's delicious.

Others are right, you are a born singer!

It's not because you have a good voice, it's not because you can write songs, but because your emotions are infused into the song.

And it seems to give the song a soul.

An Xiao then closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

The other judges were a bit bizarre.

Lu Yuan's voice is extremely high. He has sung such crazy songs as "love when you die". Ordinary singers should keep up their efforts and sing the exciting rock and roll style so as to establish their own personal style

However, he is not the same. At the moment, the song is so delicate that it seems to see the floating flowers, flying birds and the touching moment in spring.

Ordinary people can't do such an incredible conversion, but he did it, and it's amazing!

This is a monster!

This is a born song monster!

"The flowers in front of the grave are so beautiful that you yearn for it.

you see, all over the mountains and fields

do you still feel lonely..."

Lu Yuan slowly closed his eyes and looked up. The feeling in his mind became stronger and more lyrical.

Without exception, his feelings were released. After he was released, he felt relaxed, but there was helplessness in the lightness

What do you like and what do you dislike?

The past and the past become smoke

Some things left will not have, but always exist in memory, unforgettable things are always beautiful things.

Youth is always a pity, isn't it?

After a period of singing, he played the guitar and opened his eyes.

The feelings are completely integrated into it.

His movements are not as professional and dazzling as the other players, but his movements are very natural. With this song, everyone feels very harmonious.

His soul has penetrated into it.

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"The flower in front of the grave..."

"That you..."

"Who are these?"

Wang Jinxue silently watching TV, inexplicably feel some sentimental.

She originally thought that Lu Yuan was a heartless person. She only wanted to make money and trap people all day long. She was obviously very green, but she had some male chauvinism.

He doesn't care about people, never.

How can a person who can't take care of himself care of others?

But now she found herself wrong.

This is a man with a story.

The deeper the feeling is, the more indifferent he is. Maybe he usually laughs, but there is a scar in his heart that can't be cured.

Otherwise, he would not have written such a song.

"Is your past really as ordinary as you said before?"

Wang Jinxue lowered her head and suddenly sighed.

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"He can sing such a song."

"I never dreamed that he would sing this song instead of rock and roll!"

"Terrible!"

"Why do I want to cry so much?"

"Me too."

"I used to love a girl, the girl is very good, but now I left, that is my first love."

"Stop talking. Everyone is the same. I don't know why. I think this song is better than that Chen Han."

"I'm sorry, doghead singer, I've been blacking you all the time, and I've been scolding you all the time. But today I'm not black and you don't scold you anymore. I want to give you a compliment..."

"Me too."

"I want to like you too..."

“……”

On the Internet, countless netizens were silent after hearing the song, and then sent their own messages to praise the song. Some netizens thought of some past events inexplicably, and felt that the lyrics of this song were very sad. They should not listen to it, but they could not help listening. If they could, they would listen to it again and again.

It doesn't matter who wins or loses. What's important is that they like this song. If they want the audience to vote, they will definitely vote for it.

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This stage belongs to Lu Yuan.

Guitar melody, accompaniment melody, Lu Yuan's singing

Everything shows the amazing control of touchdown.

At the moment, Lu Yuan is not like a singer, but like a bard, telling a moving story on the stage.The story is vague, even not specific, but everyone is put in.

A few of the audience rubbed their eyes. They felt that the eyes were uncomfortable. They rubbed and rubbed their eyes into tears.

"The yard is full of lilac flowers

full of beautiful purple flowers

I am here to accompany her

to guard her all my life..."

When Lu Yuan finished singing the last line of lyrics, he slowly put down his guitar and took a long breath.

The guitar is still playing, the accompaniment is still on

But it's all coming to an end.

When he looked at the audience again, he saw that they were all silent.

The atmosphere somehow became very depressing, and the depression was uncomfortable.

When the last note was over, Chen Han's face turned pale and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He knew that there was a desire to compare with Lu Yuan, but he never thought that a rock singer could sing such Lyric Songs

It's really hard.

He bowed his head, but he did not admit that he had lost. Although Lu Yuan sang very well, he did not feel that he had lost

"Who are you?" Luo Dalu suddenly opens his eyes and looks at Lu Yuan, his eyes are very sharp.

"Ah?"

"I can't imagine that you are so changeable in the entertainment industry. Tell me, are you Lu Yuan?"

“……” Lu Yuan is silent.

He couldn't answer the question.

"No matter who you are, I will choose you..."

"Miss Luo, the host hasn't spoken yet..." The judge next to him reminds Luo Dalu to pay attention to his identity and attitude

"I know, but I'll vote for you! Besides, I can't guess who you are. When the real answer is revealed, I'm still not sure, so I won't guess! "

Before the host came to the stage, Luo Dalu cast his vote to Lu Yuan. After voting, he leaned back on his chair, and the song and melody continued to reverberate in his mind.

As if he had finished his task, as if the show had nothing to do with him.

"Well, Mr. Luo, don't get excited. The process and process still need to be done Cough After all, I'm the host, and I need face Otherwise, the director will fire me... "

At this time, the host came on stage awkwardly, picked up the microphone and began to laugh at himself

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