Note: "Bohemian Rhapsody" - Queen

The version of Faye Wong's cover is also very recommended

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"I don't know if Han Jue will appear today. ”

"Probably not, didn't the organizers say that Han Jue wouldn't be on stage? Well, because of technical reasons. ”

"Again, for technical reasons. ”

"Who let him out of that way?"

"Hey, don't say it too early, what do you think about Weite? The hacker is framing Han Jue, and he may not have really hacked the computer. ”

"Hey, man, you're outdated. It's ...... Half an hour ago, the hacker updated Weite again and posted a few videos copied from Han Jue's computer. ”

"Shet......! Why didn't I catch it, are you sure it's not onion news?"

"Hahaha, if you don't learn Huaxia well, you can only read second-hand information. You can search for it later, there should be an Englishization team or porter on Twitter who translated the video. ”

"Well, if that hacker didn't lie, then Han Jue deserved it...... But to be honest, if it weren't for Han Jue today, this music festival wouldn't be interesting. ”

“...... Couldn't agree anymore. ”

Two passers-by conversed in front of Cobain, who passively took in the conversation.

Similar discussions, Cobain has heard no less than ten times in the short fifty meters from the door.

Most of the audience who came to the festival today were more or less talking about Han Jue. For example, he saw two little girls unexpectedly appearing in anticipation of Han Jue's appearance, five hippies with national flag patterns on their faces agreeing with the organizers' removal of Han Jue, two college students dressed in jerseys feeling unfair to Han Jue, three Sven middle-class students discussing whether to treat the works of artists with questionable morals fairly and objectively, and the rest were more people who felt sorry for missing Han Jue's scene.

It's all boring, and Cobain is boring about these discussions.

He knew Han Jue and had heard Han Jue's songs, but he only liked a few of them. He didn't have any thoughts about what happened to Han Jue recently, he just felt that if he was Han Jue, then he would definitely choose to die. Isn't it good to die in shame or grief? The former can calm the anger of fans, and the latter can slap everyone who misunderstands him, which is a kind of performance art, using death to mock the world, and using death to refuse to be in the same league as this world full of garbage. If he was Han Jue, he would definitely do it.

Well...... Should be able to use a gun. While thinking about it, Cobain changed the direction of his pace, away from the two passers-by who were still chatting with Han Jue, and walked to the small shop selling drinks at the festival venue.

There were a lot of people in the shop, and he finally got in line and wanted to buy wine, but there was no wine to sell in the shop.

Cobain couldn't think of how bad a music festival could be when you couldn't drink. But everything in front of him is still within the scope of Cobain's patience. Despite today's festival, he was forced to come.

He's not much of a festival-loving music fan, and his favorite music is heavy metal rock, which is usually only heard underground. And all the music that can be performed at the festival, he thinks it is too popular, too mild, too boring.

Cobain didn't plan to attend any music festivals, but his sister Amy dragged him out of the room, saying that he hadn't been out for too long, that he was lifeless, and that he needed to soak up the sun and feel the music.

Cobain couldn't resist his sister's interruption, so he had to accompany her out.

After paying three times the usual price for two drinks, Cobain left the shop, dodged through the crowd, and returned to where his sister Amy was waiting for him.

When Cobain saw Amy, she was holding her phone and looking at something with an indignant expression.

"Damn!" she cried out through gritted teeth.

Cobain handed the drink over, not intending to ask what had happened.

Amy seemed to know this, so she took the initiative to explain the matter.

"You know what? That hacker really came up with new evidence! It's disgusting!" she chewed the gum in her mouth as fast as she could, with each blow.

Cobain knew that his sister was a loyal fan of Han Jue, and he grabbed the tickets to the music festival early, largely for Han Jue.

"Hmm. Cobain replied coldly, he knew about it just now after listening to the conversation. However, even if he didn't hear the conversation of passers-by, and now that it was the first time he heard such a thing, his reaction would not be anything other than flat.

"Let's go, the front begins. Cobain reminded Amy. They arrived relatively late, and the front of the stage in front of them was already crowded with people, and a few people who could not see their identities and faces were adjusting their instruments on the stage, proving that the show was about to begin.

"No, wait, I'm going to take a good look at what the hell is posted. You know, technology is very advanced these days, so the hacker may be sending a face-swapping video or a post-processed video...... "Amy is holding her phone and refuses to move forward."

Cobain was not interested in music festivals in the first place, and since Amy was not in a hurry, he naturally would not be in a hurry.

Amy stared at her phone, but there were too many people at the scene, and the environment was too noisy, and she couldn't hear what was being said in the video even if she wore headphones, so she could only use her hands to shade the sun above the screen, barely watching the silent picture.

"I fell a dog and ate, and then I was knocked down with a punch, okay...... Fack, it's really Han Jue, Fake! Could it really be that the hackers hacked into Han Jue's personal computer? Damn!"

Amy put away her phone, sat down by the flower bed for a while, and then got up and walked to the front.

Cobain followed Amy. They stood almost at the back of the crowd, as if they were hundreds of meters away from the stage. Cobain thought to himself, it's good, another day wasted.

Amy was still obsessed with the hacker's new video, muttering, "How do I feel familiar......?

Amy's reluctant thoughts were interrupted by a cheer from behind.

The show has begun.

Singers appeared on the distant stage and waved to the audience, who cheered enthusiastically and responded.

The first to perform on stage was an old singer, who was very calm, and after interacting with the audience with ease, the old singer picked up the guitar and went directly to the topic and started the performance.

Amy slowly entered the atmosphere of the scene, the expression on her face slowly brightened, and sometimes she sang along.

Cobain put his hands in his pockets and just listened silently.

This five-year charity music festival really gathered big-name singers from all over the United States, and every singer on stage is a well-known and powerful singer. Even if I don't usually listen to each other's music, I have at least heard each other's names many times in my life.

The singers came up to the stage one by one to sing, and then came down, and slowly it was time for Han Jue to appear as originally planned.

"I hope Han Jue will appear, I hope Han Jue will appear......" Amy folded her hands and prayed that Han Jue would make a miraculous appearance.

I don't know how many people at the scene did it in their hearts.

But the miracle didn't happen in the end.

After the previous singer of Han Jue in the list performed, the next singer who appeared was the singer after Han Jue in the list. Han Jue was really harmonized by technical reasons.

Cobain clearly heard a sigh of embarrassment from the scene.

But the atmosphere was quickly heated up by the rousing music.

After listening to a few more singers' performances, Amy's interest slowly decreased, and finally she leaned into Cobain's ear, saying that she wanted to go back, and it was too boring here.

I didn't see Han Jue's performance, the purpose of this trip was basically invalid, and the performances of the other singers were just like that, during which several classics were reinterpreted, which ignited the audience, but the old singer's singing skills were really bad, the scene was like a car accident, and some chicken thieves sang the most difficult part a little, so they handed the microphone to the audience, and they were interacting with the audience.

Amy didn't want to stay here anymore.

Cohen didn't have much of an opinion.

And the two men rushed out.

There are not a few viewers who also have the intention of leaving. Cobain and Amy heard some people swearing about what was happening in front of the field. Just now, an old rock band played together again after many years, and the audience was very excited, jumping and singing along, but was ordered by the security guard with a cold face not to dance. There was also a singer who wanted to jump off the stage to interact with the audience, but was held down by a group of security guards and pushed back to the stage.

"If you want strength or not, if you want atmosphere and not atmosphere, you might as well go home and listen to tapes!"

Cobain and Amy slowly walked to the periphery of the crowd.

At this moment, a person who seemed to be the organizer stood on the stage after a certain performance, holding the microphone, as if to say something.

Some of the audience members who were about to leave gradually stopped, intending to hear what the guy on the stage was going to say, but Cobain and Amy were still walking out, but after listening to the first sentence, Cobain was pulled by Amy.

"Because of technical reasons, Han Jue has confirmed that he can't perform......" Someone in the audience let out dissatisfied boos, but these boos were drowned out by the applause of others, "But! We have invited another heavyweight musician who is no less powerful than Han Jue this time, that is——"

There are still heavyweight musicians in the United States who are no less powerful than Han Jue?

Who? Why wasn't such a musician on the list before?

The curiosity of the audience was aroused at once.

The audience fell silent, waiting for the suspense to be revealed.

The organizer announced the answer: "...... That's - Gu An!"

The audience below was stunned for two seconds, and then suddenly the warm water boiled and made a noise.

In the United States, as long as a person listens to music and listens to Han Jue's music, then this person must know [Gu An]. It is said that Han Jue can be a god, and this mysterious creator named Gu An has made great contributions. Although the organizer deliberately confused Gu An's strength with Han Jue's strength, and was suspected of touching porcelain, the audience still cheered in unison when they heard Gu An's live performance today.

Compared with Han Jue, who is now full of controversy, the rumored ghost musician Gu An has always been loved by the American people from beginning to end. According to legend, Gu An was born in the United States, grew up in China, has good composition, is innocent, powerful, and is determined to contribute to the development of American music. The news of Gu An's appearance was indeed a surprise for them.

"Finally, I can finally see what Gu An looks like!"

"Although I am also very excited, with Gu An's singing skills, ......"

"Just because Gu An's singing skills are rubbish, it is very likely that he will only sing this once!"

Most of the audience was a joy of "make big, make big!".

Amy grabbed Cobain and walked back into the crowd, she said excitedly: "Wait and go!!"

Cobain shrugged indifferently and said he could stay, not minding wasting another ten minutes of his time.

After the organizers ignited everyone's expectations, they trotted off the stage without wasting a second.

The audience fell silent, and everyone waited for Gu An to walk from one side of the stage to the center.

They only knew that Gu An had created songs with various styles, but except for Han Jue, no one seemed to have seen Gu An's true appearance. They were full of curiosity about everything about Gu An.

However, the stage was always empty, and there were no bandmates who were accompanied by the band.

After a while, the big screen behind the stage suddenly appeared.

A recording studio appears on the screen with a piano, guitar, drums, bass, and various other instruments. A man in a black sports sweatshirt walks into the frame, with no face visible, and the person walks up to the piano, turns his back to the camera, and sits down.

The cheers below became stagnant like cement, and gradually turned into a cacophony of chatter.

"What the hell, is it a remote singing?"

"People still haven't been there......?

"What's the difference between listening to his songs like this and listening to them on the computer?"

“......”

The audience was disappointed.

The person on the screen didn't seem to be able to hear the sound outside the screen, so he pulled the microphone next to the piano, pressed it on the computer next to him, and began to sing on his own:

【Is this the real life，Is this just fantasy

Is all this real, or is it just an illusion?

Caught in a landslide，No escape from reality......

Trapped in a landslide and unable to escape the cage of reality......]

The song starts with a cappella singing, which sounds like a chorus, but if you listen closely, you can hear that it is the voice of one person recorded on multiple tracks.

After two sentences, the audience immediately became agitated.

The reason for the commotion was not the clear opening, but just through these two lines of singing, most of the people present could hear which singer the voice came from.

"Isn't it Gu An's performance? This is not Gu An! His singing skills can't be so good! And this voice is a little familiar, where did you hear it...... Shet!!"

“OH MY GOD......”

"Han Jue??? is Han Jue ??? or not?"

"Why is Han Jue here?"

"Han Jue is...... Gu An???"

“What The F......”

"Ahhhhh Where did she think that Han Jue would perform on stage in this capacity.

In the next second, Amy covered her mouth with both hands, because she didn't want to miss Han Jue's song. Especially this new song.

And Cobain, who was calm from beginning to end, had long focused his attention on the song.

On the screen, the person who was suspected of being Han Jue put his hands on the keys of the piano and sang:

【Open your eyes， look up to the skies and see

Open your eyes and look up at the sky

I'm just a poor boy，I need no sympathy

I'm just a poor kid and I don't deserve sympathy

Because I'm easy come， easy go

Because I always come when I say I come, and I leave when I say I go

Little high，little low

Sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low

Anyway the wind blows， doesn't really matter to me，to me......

It doesn't matter to me where the wind blows......]

Slowly, everyone shifted their attention from the singer's identity to the song.

They felt that this song was not an ordinary song. This contains the extremely personal feelings of the creator.

Lyrics ...... "Listening to the music, Amy's fiery heart not only calmed down, but also gradually cooled down. She thought of what had happened to Han Jue recently.

From what happened to this afternoon, after everyone knew about it, they were busy standing in line and making judgments.

She heard Han Jue's pain of being tormented by the reality in front of her in her singing, and heard Han Jue's prayerful plea for everyone to open their eyes.

Amy suddenly had a hunch that she might never hear the song again.

There were tens of thousands of people at the scene, and it suddenly became very quiet, and only the sound of the piano on the screen could be heard, and Gu An, or rather, Han Jue's singing.

After a cold piano sound was repeated twice, Han Jue sang softly:

【Mama， just killed a man

Mom, I just killed someone

Put a gun against his head

I pointed a gun at his head

Pulled my trigger now he's dead

The trigger was pulled, and now he is dead

Mama， life had just begun

Mom, life has just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

But now I'm gone

Mama， oooh， ooh， ooh， ooh

Mom, oh...

Didn't mean to make you cry

I don't want you to shed tears

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

If I don't come back by this time tomorrow

Carry on， carry on， as if nothing really matters

Let life go on as if nothing had happened]

This lyric seems to say that a man runs to his house to say goodbye to his mother after killing someone.

But after listening to it, Cobain suddenly heard something else.

He felt it was a confession of a suicidal man. The person who was shot and killed in the lyrics was none other than the person who shot himself.

It is said that parents are a barrier between children and death, and many people feel sorry for their mothers after death, so they dare not die.

And what about Han Jue?

Han Jue's mother died when he was very young, he is like the [poor child] in his previous lyrics, even if he is about to commit suicide, the parents he wants to appease are also parents who exist in fantasy. If Han Jue dies now, the whole world will only cheer, how many people will be sad about his death?

The voice in Han Jue's singing voice was like crying and complaining, and it was so helpless. He couldn't rely on anything.

That's what's bad about the world. People don't know what a terrible behemoth is when a person is forced to die, they never feel that it is their own fault, they will only say that the people who commit suicide are cowards, they are already wrong, if it is right, why do you want to die? Even if public opinion finally reverses and the wind begins to feel sorry for the deceased, they just pretend to light a few virtual candles and then turn around and attack the next person.

Cobain thought of his previous thoughts, thinking that if he was Han Jue, he would hurry up and die. In fact, he did think about dying on an ordinary afternoon, not as Han Jue, but as Cobain. Shoot somewhere where no one is and say goodbye to this boring world.

Looking at his sister Amy, who was crying silently in tears, Cobain felt that if he died, Amy would be very, very sad.

Compared to Han Jue, he should be considered lucky, right?

Cobain suddenly felt a little chill on his face, and reached out to wipe it, only to realize that tears were flowing from his eyes at some point.

【Too late， my time has come

It's too late, my destination is coming

Sends shivers down my spine

My spine began to tremble

Body's aching all the time

The pain was unbearable

Goodbye everybody， I've got to go

Goodbye guys, I'm leaving

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

I will depart from you to be judged by reality

Mama， oooh， ooh， ooh， ooh

Mom, oh...

I don't want to die

I don't want to die either

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

There are even times when I wish I hadn't come into this world.]

With tears in her eyes, Amy couldn't help but shout loudly, "NO!!"

She wasn't the only one here doing this. Many spectators at the scene couldn't help but shout "no" loudly when they heard this.

She has long known that her brother has a tendency to be depressed, so she has learned some information about depression, and she knows that patients with severe depression will have the instinct to ask for help before the last step, sending a distress signal to the people around them, if people ignore this signal, then the patient will lose the last bit of hope and completely sink into the deepest quagmire.

Amy felt that this song was Han Jue's distress signal.

But she couldn't do anything, she couldn't change anything.

For those murderers who pushed Han Jue step by step into the abyss, she had no way at all.

Amy hugged Cobain's body and buried her head and cried.

But all the cries are muffled by a sad electric guitar solo.

On the big screen on the stage, the sound of the electric guitar gradually weakened, and just when people thought that the melody was slowly becoming softer, Han Jue's singing voice and the style of the song suddenly changed.

Like a strong wind, like a shower.

【I see a little silhouetto of a man

I saw a small figure

Scaramouche， Scaramouche will you do the fandango?

Harlequin, coward, do you know how to do the Fontango

Thunderbolts and lightning，Very， very frightening me

The thunder and lightning really scared me

Gallileo， gallileo......

Galileo, Galileo......

Magnifico-o-o-o-oh

Your Excellency

I'm just a poor boy， nobody loves me

But I'm just a poor kid, and no one loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

He was just a poor kid in a poor man's house

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Spare this freak's life

Easy come， easy go， will you let me go

I'm always being called, will you let me go?

Bismillah! No， we will not let you go， let him go

In God's name! No, we won't let you go, let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go， let him go......

In the name of God, we won't let you go, let him go......]

The singing tone and form of the opera suddenly appeared, and the audience was dumbfounded, as if they had suddenly been drenched in a pouring rain in grief.

In today's festival, no, in the entire history of music festivals in the United States, there has not been a song that was mixed up with opera. No one thought about it, but it was so suitable.

This opera is a trial.

Han Jue seemed to be facing tens of thousands of people alone, and the sound he made alone was always muffled by the sound of the other side coming out together. Some of the voices on the other side were shrill and harsh, some were oily and smooth, and some were vague and hesitant, but when they were put together, they could pretend to be solemn and righteous, and they were about to judge Han Jue on the spot.

It's like people's judgment of Han Jue in reality.

In the [Me Too] campaign, Han Jue emphasized the truth through official explanations several times, cooperated with the police investigation, and the results of the police investigation were all released, but no one listened. Everyone felt that the truth they had mastered was the truth, everyone felt that Han Jue and the official teamed up to cover up a lie, and everyone was immersed in the pleasure of the wall falling down and everyone pushing it.

What a farce.

【So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

Therefore you think you can stone me and spit on me

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

That's why you think you can love me and let me die alone

Oh， baby， can't do this to me baby

Oh baby, can't do that to me, baby

Just gotta get out， just gotta get right outta here......

I have to get out, I have to get out of this place......]

Han Jue's singing suddenly became playful.

Amy, as a fan who has always believed that Han Jue is innocent, is also in high spirits at this time. She heard the counterattack in Han Jue's lyrics.

There is a story in John 8 of the Bible to the effect that a good man brought in a woman and said that she had committed adultery and that she should be stoned to death according to the law of the prophet Moses. As he stooped down on the ground and drew words, Jesus said, "Whoever is without sin among you, let him be the first to stone her." When they heard this, they all hung their heads and dispersed.

Han Jue used lyrics to mock those who stoned him but were not innocent at all.

He also mocks fans and fans who once loved him dearly, but now suspect him and spurn him.

In the passionate music, Amy became happy, thinking that Han Jue would fight back after being denied as before, but the music gradually became gloomy again in Amy's stunned expression.

In the soft sound of the piano, Han Jueyi sang happily:

【Nothing really matters

Nothing makes sense anymore

Anyone can see

Anyone can see it

Nothing really matters

Everything doesn't matter

Nothing really matters to me

It doesn't matter to me anymore]

He was tired, forget it, and wanted to quit.

Han Jue sat in front of the piano for a while, and no one made a sound at the scene. There was no applause, no cheers, people just looked at the man's back. They want the person on the screen to say something.

However, from beginning to end, Han Jue didn't say anything except singing, or maybe what he wanted to say was in the song.

After more than ten seconds, Han Jue stood up and left the piano.

After a few seconds, the big screen suddenly went black.

It was as if Han Jue had cut off his last connection to the world.