"Hey, hey?"

Xiang Yang patted the microphone, listened to the echo of the microphone and said with a smile:

"Looks like the microphone is working. ”

"Okay, now it's my time, right? ”

Xiang Yang dragged the microphone to the front of the stage. Facing the noisy audience under the stage, the army of black fans who rolled up their sleeves at any time and wanted to stand up on stage to denounce him, the director of the program group who squinted at him dangerously, and the only two mentors left on the mentor seat......

smiled casually, with a kind of casualness that saw everything and the courage that life will be squeezed dry and burned, as well as a kind of confidence that he is not afraid of death and has no scruples.

Let him do it, it doesn't matter.

didn't speak, just dragged the broken acoustic guitar with one hand, supported the microphone stand with the other, chuckled and waited for the noise under the audience to quiet down a little.

There was no answer to the swearing and questioning from the audience, no reply, and no anger, just waiting with a weak smile.

When the noise subsided a little, the hoarse and tearing sound was heard through the microphone throughout the venue.

Xiang Yang's fingers supported the black microphone stand and barely stood up, his index finger was attached to the pale lip, and a sickly begging voice enveloped the entire recording hall with an indescribable dangerous aura.

"Shhh~ Next is my time. Don't spell my voice, I can't spell it now. As you can see, my throat is terrible. Every word I say is like a steel needle pierced in it, and my voice can only speak to this extent, but it can't cover your voice. ”

After the audience quieted down, hearing Xiang Yang's voice clearly, whether it was the fans or the staff of the audience's recording, they all unconsciously shivered physiologically, and had goosebumps. It's not that it's good, but the sound is like the sound of a blunt saw rubbing against wood, which makes people's scalps tingle and their eardrums tremble.

Let everyone who listens know how difficult and uncomfortable it is for the speaker to make such a sound.

They were all stunned for a long time and didn't speak. They all clearly knew how amazing and beautiful Yun Xiangyang's voice was before, that feeling was like a natural spring of flowing water, every time they listened to him speak, it was like their ears were being washed, it was too clean.

That's why Yun Xiangyang's voice is called a natural sound by the propaganda media, it is indeed beautiful and charming, like a voice that has been kissed by God. Each sound is like the sound of an instrument tuned to its best, and it is extremely beautiful.

So this beautiful porcelain was suddenly broken into this, ruined to such a tattered appearance, the sense of disparity made everyone who was not mentally prepared for a while a little awkward and uncomfortable, and could not accept the feeling.

Listening to the silence in the audience, Xiang Yang's eyes, which had been squinting weakly, opened slightly, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with a chuckle:

"Good, thanks. ”

"I know what you want to ask, and I'll answer when I'm done. My voice is in a bad state, and I don't know when I will suddenly lose my voice. If you use your voice to a certain extent, you will lose your voice, and I think the last thing that will remain on this stage is my singing voice.

Maybe someone has noticed my physical state, and I could fall on this stage at any time. To tell you the truth, I had an injection this morning, and every word I say now, even the movement of standing, is my perseverance. In one breath, I collapsed. ”

Xiang Yang almost supported the strength of his entire body on the microphone stand, and the pole was curved, as if it would break at any time, but it was extremely resilient and strong. It's like the young man who shook for a moment while holding the pole, cold sweat covered his forehead, but he smiled casually and uninhibitedly and didn't care.

The whole gives people a very visual and psychological impact.

The music teacher was debugging the stereo and playing a demo, and Xiang Yang's limbs were relaxed and swaying slightly with the rhythm of the music.

Looking at the crowd looking at him in the audience, the pink and black girls holding up the lanterns scolding him seemed to be sobbing when they wanted to say something.

The shaking head tilted his head slightly and leaned closer to the sleeve, opened his mouth and bit the black sleeve slightly and pulled it off.

Undo the bright red and oozing bandage, revealing a hideous wound that had not fully coagulated with black clot residue and thick blood.

The wound makes people look at the goosebumps are up, and under the clear display screen, people can cast the horrible wound and see the bare white tendons moving inside.

Anyone can see how determined the person who did it was at that time to die, and he was completely rushing to end his life.

"Ahh

"Yun Xiangyang...... Ahh

Many timid girls staring at the big screen in the audience were shocked and screamed. His eyes widened and covered his mouth.

The eyes were full of horror and bewilderment, and the audience was speechless for a while, which was an instinct as a human being, the painful instinct to see a life almost pass away. Shen Ren's wound makes people's scalp tingle.

They thought that Yun Xiangyang's appearance was deliberately drawn by makeup, but they didn't expect him to really hurt.

Looking at his slightly trembling body on the big screen, it seemed that every shaking showed what kind of pain he was experiencing. Everyone in the audience felt physically uncomfortable, clenched their fists and frowned, and their hearts were pinched.

"Hurry up, cut off the big screen! Nonsense! How can he be on stage in this state. ”

Director Li also subconsciously closed his eyes when he saw the wound and avoided the picture. Why is this child so psychologically fragile, this is no longer fragile but paranoid, how can he do it to himself.

In this way, he felt a little uneasy and awkward in his heart with the money.

Hearing the screams from the audience, the director frowned and hurriedly asked the staff to cut off the picture on the big screen.

"Wait......"

The staff's shoulder was held down by Li Jiangwei.

"Let him sing. ”

"It's not nonsense......"

"You can leave it unaired, but let him finish singing...... If there is any bad influence, what happens, I will bear the consequences. ”

"You ......"

Li Jiangwei paused, looked at Xiang Yang with complex and deep eyes, and said slowly.

......

Xiang Yang leaned his head closer to the black microphone, and the thin lips without blood against the black background were even more morbidly pale, hoarse as if the crackling and popping sound of dead wood burning was transmitted through the microphone to the entire recording studio.

"I'm not that strong, but I have the faith, persistence and love that I'm willing to give my life for, please don't insult me with plagiarism.

I'm not standing here trying to win that final championship, I don't care about it. When I woke up this morning and realized that I wasn't dead yet, I didn't care about anything. I want to burn my life to go crazy, and sing crazy songs. Finally, sing a few more songs on this stage. That's all. ”

"Ahem...... I'm just a nobody, but I also have my dignity and love, don't insult me. A song "The Nameless". ”