Meng Ke told Yu Jirui that she sang at the "Trend Music Competition", and she was the improvisation god who wore a mask, which I thought was a plus, but ......

In exchange, Yu Jirui replied coldly: "You still have time to sing? You really can, don't you know how precious the author's time is, how can you update it when you spend your time on singing?" ”

Why do you have to take advantage of everything!

Meng Ke was speechless: "Boss, isn't my update fast enough?" Okay, okay, then I'll add another 10,000 words update, if it doesn't work, then add 30,000 words, make up a 100,000 integer, I have thought of the title, and add more for the beautiful and kind editor." ”

"You!"

"I'm so obedient, and when I say I'm done, I'll add it right away. ”

"Love plus or not. ”

"By the way, let's have a video call first, so that you can also listen to our songs, don't lie, it's really for you, this is a recording, you will be the first to hear it in addition to the live audience. ”

End the chat.

Meng Ke directly sent Yu Jirui a video invitation.

It took twenty rings before Yu Jirui connected, but Meng Ke turned on the camera here, but the screen was black on the opposite side. Forget it, it's black, it's black, anyway, I'll go on stage later, and I can't see the phone screen.

Glancing at the progress on the stage, it was probably his turn to have one more, Meng Ke looked around, and then found that a handsome young man sitting on the edge seemed to have nothing to do.

walked over and handed his phone to the other party: "Hey, buddy, do me a favor, and when I come on stage later, take a picture of me with your phone." ”

It's a coincidence.

This handsome guy is the boy who secretly hooked up with Meng Ke, in the face of the moody god, he was entangled for a while, this mobile phone, should he pick it up?

It feels like dignity has been humiliated.

When the master is looking for you, you love to ignore it.

You come to ask the master for help, do you have to get up to the?

"Okay, God, do you want to shoot horizontally, or vertically? I'll help you shoot steadily! "The handsome guy performed it in real life, what is called real fragrance.

If you rub it, you have to stick it up.

This is the mobile phone of the great god, and there is an illusion of inspiration when it smells, and life is so cheap.

Meng Ke nodded: "Excuse me?"

The handsome guy hurriedly replied: "My name is Xu Le, and the god calls me Xiao Xu, or Ah Le." ”

Meng Ke patted Xu Le's shoulder: "Then I'll trouble you, Ah Le, if you need my help in the future, just open your mouth, I'm a good talker." ”

emmmm...... The master put a hot face on your side for half an hour and stuck a cold butt, and you didn't spit out a word, this is called good talking?

Admire.

Admire.

The great god is the great god, with full marks for social skills, and he can forget all the embarrassing moments in minutes and give you a thumbs up.

With the momentum of singing for Yu Jirui, Meng Ke limped to the stage five minutes later.

After several stage experiences, Meng Ke is no longer afraid of these flashing and dazzling spotlights, but is quite excited.

When singing "Youth" for the first audition, to be honest, Meng Ke didn't look at the audience very much, and he was a little crazy. Now, his narrowed dead fish eyes are constantly glancing, as if he wants to see which row of fans shouts louder, if it is not a game, he must interact with each other.

It's in this aggressive glance.

Meng Ke swept to Meng Dalei at the very edge of the first row.

At this moment.

Meng Dalei was already excited beyond words, he stood up from his seat dancing, his buttocks began to writhe unconsciously, he opened his mouth as if he was about to shout loudly, and the next moment he was stopped by the staff on the side.

The excitement was suppressed from the apex to the trough in an instant, but Meng Dalei did not have a trace of frustration, but his face was flushed, and he applauded with all his might, making the audience next to him stupid.

"Is this uncle okay?"

"What a fan. ”

"Look at the applause of the people, the flesh is eager to be broken. ”

While applauding, Meng Dalei tried to explain something to the people next to him, his fingers trembling at Meng Ke, and then at himself, his mouth was huge, but he couldn't make a sound.

The audience next to him swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "I understand, uncle, this is the god of improvisation, you are really childlike." ”

Meng Dalei is not only childlike, but the whole person looks very nonsensical, and he has run to the recording site of the show, but he is sloppy, his cheeks are swollen, his eyes are protruding, and he has panda eyes.

Even so.

Meng Dalei is still excited, he has never been excited, he has never been there, he has never felt like he is glorifying his ancestors.

Excited.

Even began to shed tears.

Looking back, even if he was beaten by Zhong Jianhua and others that day, the simple and strong Comrade Meng Dalei did not shed a single tear.

At this moment.

Just watched Meng Ke stand in the center of the stage of a talent show, without speaking or singing, Meng Dalei became like this.

Just one eye.

Meng Ke's chest was a little stuffy and congested.

An inexplicable feeling welled up in his heart, and for him, it was also unprecedented.

The host of the program walked through the stage according to the process, introduced Meng Ke in a provocative manner, praised him vigorously, and then the professional judges began to give Meng Ke questions according to the script.

"In this issue of the direct competition, the improvisation topic given by the judges is love, there are many ways to be happy, but the most direct is to meet her in your heart, there is no indissolutable banquet in the world, but we can never be without love. Of course, love has sweetness and bitterness, and people will not be the same after all, some people bring dinner in the wind and rain, but it is not as good as someone's casual good night. ”

"You can choose the sweetness of love or the bitterness of love, create a song, it's still one minute, countdown, please start. ”

The voice fell.

The lights on the stage went out.

All that was left for Meng Ke was darkness and a pounding heartbeat.

Meng Ke had already got this topic yesterday, and he had already prepared the song, but at this moment, he suddenly couldn't open his mouth.

Because there is a shadow of a person who always occupies his eye sockets.

Meng Ke wanted to move away.

But the eyes don't allow it.

It's not just the eyes that don't allow, the heart, it seems, doesn't allow either.

Meng Dalei's clumsy and silly movements were like an arrow, piercing the distance of dozens of meters in an instant, and then, Meng Ke's heart was even more depressed.

It's so heavy that I can't breathe.

It's a little depressing and aggrieved.

It was so heavy that he couldn't speak.

Why?

Why do you feel this way?

Meng Ke asked himself: "This shouldn't be, isn't this scientific? Is there something I don't know, or have forgotten?"