The performance hall that can accommodate 15,000 people, when the audience cheers, the closed indoor venue really has a feeling that the ceiling is about to be lifted.

The cheers from the shop made the chief director who was watching the scene at the entrance of the backstage passage feel that the few hairs on his head were about to be blown away by the storm.

In the cheers of the audience, a whistle suddenly echoed in the huge performance hall.

The melodious whistle, lonely, sad, slow, melodious, once the lonely melody sounded, the cheers of the scene instantly quieted down.

"One Hundred Days"!

Known as the saddest song of the year!

Did Gu Xiaobai actually use such a song as an opening?

When the lonely melody sounded, almost all the audience at the scene clasped their hands.

The melody from the minor key itself has a melancholy temperament, and the whistle brings a hollow effect.

On the stage, a platform slowly rose from under the stage, Wang Haixia was wearing a blue school uniform, two hands in his trouser pockets, standing on the platform, he whistled and drooped his head, as if he was a little depressed.

When he was completely on top of the platform, he flew up and kicked something, as if he was in a bad mood.

Not far from him, another platform rose up.

Zhou Xianting's sharper, stronger whistle was also added.

In the rear, Zhao Mo also slowly rose, he was also wearing a school uniform, but he didn't bring the previous guest, but added a microphone to his feet, he gently stepped on the stage under his feet, and the beat of "pop knock, pop knock" came.

All three people appeared, and everyone found that Gu Xiaobai did not appear.

Hey, what about Gu Xiaobai?

Suddenly, someone saw something, opened their mouth wide and pointed into the air.

Many people looked up and discerned carefully, but they still did not see it.

It wasn't until his chanting voice sounded and the dim lights around him turned on that everyone realized that he had sat on a ring stage lamp hanging above the stage, more than 20 meters above the ground.

The light was on under the stand of the stage lamp, and he was in the dark, and he couldn't see his presence unless he looked closely.

At this time, the lights around him gradually turned on, but they still maintained a very low brightness, and he could only be seen holding his head high, leaning on the lampstand behind him, looking at the darkness above the stage lights, he was wearing a blue school uniform, a snow-white T-shirt, and a school uniform jacket hung down from his arms, like a blue flag fluttering gently.

He wore a white baseball cap with a low brim, so that his face could barely be seen from any direction.

One leg could only be seen bent up, and the other leg drooped under the circular stage light stand, gently swaying, almost chanting, descending from the sky and echoing throughout the audience.

In fact, the most conspicuous thing in the audience is the long legs that sway gently and a shoe.

Backstage, publicity director Chen Kun's eyes widened.

Wait, why didn't these shoes receive ads!

I want to take ads!

Phew, how much did the merchant of these shoes give you?

In the next second, Gu Xiaobai's singing sounded.

"If I finish writing a hundred papers

Will you ever look back at me

One Hundred Days...... One Hundred Days......

One Hundred Days...... One Hundred Days......

The last 100 days before separation......"

Gu Xiaobai raised his head and looked at the ceiling that was completely devoid of light, as if he was looking at a tomorrow without a future.

The lonely, slow, low, and sad voice gently repeated the words "one hundred days", and at this moment, the audience was quiet as if a needle could be heard, except for Gu Xiaobai's singing and whistling, there was no sound at all.

The song "One Hundred Days" plunged the whole scene into endless silence.

Everyone seems to be trapped in their own world, only the glass of bitter wine called loneliness in front of them, brewing, fermenting, and always accompanying themselves.

The four people on the stage barely made much movement, just singing so quietly.

When the last part of the polyphony was completed, all the people in the audience looked at the four teenagers on the stage quietly and were silent for a long time.

What about a hundred days?

365 days have passed.

Before I could react, 2019 had already passed.

This year, we still have a lot of regrets, and there are still many things we haven't done, just like the teenager who didn't confess after all.

Time, time, slow down, 2019, please come back.

If I work harder, if I take it harder, will I be able to come back yesterday?

It's a pity that the past can never come back.

It's like the "you" who left.

No matter how unwilling and hopeful you are, you can only welcome the fact that it is now 2020.

The lights on the stage dimmed, and the three teenagers standing on the stage were gradually swallowed up by the darkness, like 2019 that was finally going to disappear.

At this moment, only Gu Xiaobai, who was sitting in mid-air, still exuded a faint light on his body.

Then, he pulled a flute out of his hand and put it to his lips.

Like a whimpering flute, it filled the audience.

"That's great......" The chief director stood at the back of the stage, quietly looking up at the figure.

In mid-air, a young man sitting on a lampstand playing the flute alone played the horizontal flute, and let the sound of the flute sprinkle everyone's hearts.

In that melancholy and regret, I quietly recalled my 2019.

Some people, he doesn't have to say anything at all, he just uses his own music, he can speak.

Persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth.

The most precious thing is never those things outside the body, but the moments of hard work, ordinary bits and pieces, and the passing minutes and seconds.

Beside him, a staff member suddenly shouted: "Chief director, ratings! ratings!"

The chief director waved his hand and didn't go back to watch.

Xiaobai has already played.

It's no use to focus on that data anymore.

Believing in this teenager, maybe it's enough......

Even if the song is too melancholy, even if the ratings are down now, so what?

Because it's already now.

Believe that young man, he can work miracles.

The circular stage lampstand in the sky slowly lowered, and when it was still about two meters from the ground, the tone of the bamboo flute in Gu Xiaobai's hand suddenly changed.

From a hesitant minor key to a bright major key.

The atmosphere has changed all of a sudden, and the flute is such a magical instrument that can make you cry or make you proud.

On the stage, the bass sound of "bouncing" suddenly sounded.

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A light suddenly lit up and hit the stage, Wang Haixia held a bass, like playing a rubber band, playing a very elastic root sound.

"Bouncing - Bouncing ......"

Hearing the rhythm of this song, many people at the scene subconsciously shook their heads.

The melody of this song is so familiar, it's going to jump, it's jumping, what's it......

"Knock knock!" the drum sounded, and then the ukulele's voice rang out.

Gu Xiaobai, who was still two meters away from the ground, jumped suddenly, shook the clothes in his hand, put it on his shoulder, and then pressed it with both hands.

The sound of the demon piano sounded, and the beautiful seventh chord went up, making the audience seem to be about to jump.

This one is...... Be...... That's right......

"Hmph, I'm angry"!