"A song, "The Nameless"

Xiang Yang rewound the blood-stained bandage little by little, bit a strap with his probe, and stretched his right hand to tie a knot vigorously.

Xiang Yang dragged the broken acoustic guitar with one hand, opened his right hand, slowly placed it on his chest, and bowed to everyone in the audience with a gentlemanly bend. The slightly curly long hair was messily draped on the side of the face, and the smile was accompanied by the blood stains on the corners of the mouth, brilliant and charming.

The audience in the audience was quiet, it was really Yun Xiangyang who was too crazy. He stood there as a kind of power supported by will, the kind of belief that people gave their lives to die for a belief, and the visual impact and psychological touch were indescribable.

They are even a little skeptical that what was rumored on the Internet before is true.

How could such a paranoid madman, a person who doesn't even want his life for music, who regards his sense of faith as more important than his life, do such a thing as plagiarism!?

The evidence that had been in front of them suddenly became a little unreal, as if there was a very violent and strong impact that broke the wall and fortress they had built in their minds from the middle.

Such a person......

"I'll go, Qin Wei, this kid in your team is really a madman, this is a life...... This voice has been completely split, how can you sing in this state, this is completely suicidal singing!"

"It's a madman...... musician cares most about his voice, and this guy really doesn't care about anything...... But it feels a little familiar.

Qin Wei nodded, raised his glasses, looked at the young man standing on the stage with the microphone stand, and muttered.

"Do you feel like he's alone?"

Qin Wei thought of something, and turned his head to ask Jiang Li.

"Who? No...... I feel a little familiar with that when you say that......"

......

"Teacher, it's okay. ”

Xiang Yang tilted his head and nodded to the teacher who was screening.

The stage was completely dark, Xiang Yang hung his guitar on his shoulder, held the microphone in his right hand, and closed his eyes slightly, feeling the last dark time before the dawn sun rose on the stage.

Feel the touch of the darkness with your body and mind, the entire recording studio was silent for a few seconds, the crystal blue beam hit Xiang Yang's fair and abnormal face, stroked his long hair, which was fluffy and silky and slightly curly, and irradiated the blood stains that slipped from his lips to his chin.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The slight, soothing, slow-to-breath sound of a person much slower than usual, with a calming power and a strange sense of rhythm, inadvertently spread through the black microphone throughout the room.

But with the breath of every audience in the audience, it involuntarily slowed down. There is a feeling that the heart is slowly being accumulated, tightened, tightened and tightened, and the heart is pinched. Everyone was inexplicably uncomfortable and sad.

“duang!”

The sound of a gong.

"Crying and opening your eyes

Laughing and walking forward

Confused you stranded

Disillusionment in silence"

The electric guitar sound is swept and the hoarse sound is mixed with music. It's like a wave crashing on the beach, finally escaping the endless sea of nothingness and loneliness, leaning on the shore, and before it can adjust to this hard-won sense of security, the tide is receding...... Endless loneliness and darkness mercilessly dragged it back into the abyss.

He loved music so much that the rhythm of the notes flowed into his whole blood. He thought that music was a safe haven for his lonely child, that he would always be guarded, that he would always be protected from it, that he would give him warmth and companionship.

'Xiao Yang...... I'm sorry! I'm sorry...... I can't live a day like this!I'm sorry...... You're having a good time with your dad. ’

I don't want this child, but give it to his father. ’

Don't expect me to teach you anything, you'll have to fight it yourself. ’

'Bang!'

'Dad, you're drinking again?'

'Get out!, why don't you go with that, you oil bottle!!, get out, get out of my sight!'

Sentences of redundant words echoed messily in his unconscious mind, and the divided nerves crumpled these memory images into fragments one by one, squeezing in front of his eyes.

He had looked forward to it again and again, but was hit by disappointment again and again.

He was like a child who hadn't grown up, expecting, expecting someone to see a child curled up in a corner crying, expecting someone to rub his hair when he was scared and tell him it was okay to have us. What's more, even if you beat him, scold him, and reprimand him, don't completely ignore him.

But no, in the end it was the music, the rhythmic notes that saved him. The beautiful sound of those instruments was like that of a very gentle and gentle elder, and whenever he was alone in a huge dark room and curled up in the dark night of thunder and lightning, he would always take him into his arms and tell him, 'It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here.' ’

He didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination that he was too afraid of in his childhood, but it was that sentence that has sustained him to the present with hope and endless enthusiasm. Music was his paranoia, his guardian, his desired salvation, something ten thousand times heavier than his life.

He thought that he had favored him for so long, and that the music that had saved him so tenderly would never leave him, and would not abandon him, a child who had only him.

But he seemed to have lost Him.

He cried, laughed, was confused, was silent, struggled, but in the end everything was disillusioned.

All the bridges in his body that could connect him to music were cut off, he couldn't sing, he couldn't even remember the music that he played with him over and over again when he was a child, he lost his sense of musicality, inspiration and singing voice.

He had lost all hope of singing to find Him back.

But he was unwilling!

Therefore, he sang with his broken body and his already broken voice, and tried to redeem it.

"Find the light of love between the ups and downs

The edge of the haze touches the blue sky

It's like a fireworks."

"The shattered dream is still there

Give back a future tomorrow!

How life is full of helplessness

How to bloom wonderful"

"This one

Angry crazy nobody

The persistent and strong do not know how to retreat

Persist in fighting against the wrong and right in your heart

I don't kneel down."

"The humble pride of my kind

The inextinguishable brilliance of life in his eyes

I vow not to be the chicken ribs of our world

What is so terrible about broken bones!!"

......

"Give tomorrow a good time

Silent waiting in the dark

Small dreams will eventually bloom

This one

Angry crazy nobody

The persistent and strong do not know how to retreat

Persist in fighting against the wrong and right in your heart

I don't kneel down."

"The humble pride of my kind

The inextinguishable brilliance of life in his eyes

I vow not to be the chicken ribs of our world

What is there to fear from broken bones!!"