The sound of "buzzing" permeated the Madison Square Garden, and the faint flickering fluorescence could still be captured in the darkness of the field, like the stars hiding in the thick clouds above the dark sky.

The audience closed their mouths tightly, too nervous and too excited, and even their breathing became cautious, lest their recklessness break the order of the scene, but the continuous beating of the heartbeat in the chest made the boiling blood continue to be restless, and it was impossible to calm down at all.

William Taylor forced himself to calm down, but it was definitely not an easy task.

He secretly told himself that this was his graduation ceremony. In the future, Lan Li will still be an indispensable part of his life, he will still go into the cinema to watch Lan Li's works, he will still browse Lan Li's news on the Internet, but after all, he still can't follow Lan Li's footsteps to explore the world like now.

The lights dimmed, and William realized that the countdown to the concert had officially begun, and he secretly reminded himself that on the "one-man concert" two years ago, Lan Li's appearance was ingenious, and tonight's folk concert is estimated to be the same, he has no need to be at a loss for excitement, but ......

But the beating of the heart is getting more and more ferocious, in the thick and mellow darkness, the vision is weakened and the hearing is magnified, and the ears seem to be able to hear the bubbling sound in his veins, the palms involuntarily begin to sweat, and the excited cheers are stuck in the throat, ready to move, and may break through the shackles at any time.

Time flies, but the enthusiasm remains.

At this moment, a spotlight lit up on the stage, focusing on the center of an empty stage, "Ah", almost subconsciously, William couldn't help but start screaming feverishly, even if there was no movement on the stage now, even if it was just a beam of light, but he still pulled the trigger, and the emotion broke through the crater and erupted.

William wasn't the only one.

Hope also stood up suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, and screamed in oblivion, and in this way all the enthusiasm and all the excitement in his chest burst out, and he had really waited for too long, so long that he almost thought he had forgotten the madness, but it erupted without a gap tonight, and his body began to tremble slightly because it was so fierce.

Cecilia sat quietly in place, without speaking or roaring, but the hot tears in her eyes quickly accumulated, and her vision instantly blurred and hazy, like a nervous disorder, she sat with tears in her eyes, just quietly staring at the light on the stage, full of emotions that could not find an accurate word to describe, just enjoying it.

The crowd began to surge, the shouts of the mountains and the tsunami were like thunder in the Madison Square Garden, and then the layers of tide spread out, wave after wave shook the audience waiting outside the stadium, even the cold wind under the night of New York became insignificant, and the rotunda in front of me was like an erupting volcano, warming the whole city.

"Ahhh

Even the spectators outside the stadium couldn't help but start roaring and cheering, jumping in place because they were so excited, as if they were in the stadium, witnessing the spectacle with their own eyes, and then joining the party, all it takes is a cheer and a fist clench to be one of them.

This is the real party!

Cheer. Still cheers. But there was still no movement on the stage for a long time, and gradually, the cheers were mixed with a hint of doubt, and the audience began to look at each other, asking each other what was going on, and the sound gradually calmed down a little

Don Quixote, who had participated in the "One Man Concert", showed a tacit smile, and there were many fans such as Justin Timberlake and Ed Sheeran tonight, as well as moviegoers of "Drunken Country Folk", who obviously didn't understand Lan Li's style of acting, even the concert was bound to be unusual, not to mention, they obviously didn't notice the theme of tonight's concert.

"Dream back to kerosene lamp bar".

This also means that tonight will be back to the kerosene lamp bar, without the grand fireworks and lights of the concert, and without the grand opening ceremony of the concert, everything will be as simple as the real kerosene lamp bar in the 60s. A similar scene is presented in the movie "Drunken Country Folk".

The shouts and roars of the audience gradually subsided, and the air once again swelled with restless and boiling emotions, scattered sounds continued to roll, but the confusion and confusion began to gradually spread, in stark contrast to the comfort and cheerfulness of Don Quixote.

Sure enough, at this moment, a figure appeared on the stage.

From the left side of the stage to the center of the stage, a silhouette can be faintly sketched in the shadows, but the outline of the face cannot be recognized, and it is impossible to make an accurate judgment from the body shape alone. From the outline, it can be seen that the figure is carrying a guitar on his back, holding a square stool in his left hand and holding two microphone stands in his right hand...... Staff member?

Although it is somewhat absurd, it is not impossible.

On the huge stage, the figure walked into the spotlight unhurriedly, and the figure gradually became clear, but the audience felt a hundred thousand critical blows, so shocked and too surprised that they couldn't speak, and all those cheers and roars were stuck in their throats.

The visitor was wearing a simple white shirt with blue jeans, without any fancy or superfluous outfits, and even the shoes were simple white canvas shoes, looking like an intern college student who had come to help;

The man lowered the bench in order, then set up two microphone stands, one for singing and one for the guitar, and then sat down under the bench, carefully adjusting the height of the microphone to make sure that the sound was transmitted accurately, and then began to lower his head to adjust the strings and confirm the details before the performance.

Under the watchful eyes of the audience, he completed his work slowly and unhurriedly, and it seemed that he was completely a staff member, but everyone in the audience knew that it was not a staff member.

That's Ranley Hall.

Lan Li finally finished all the preparations and whispered into the microphone, "Sorry, it's late." ”

Not a greeting, but an apology, without the scale of a concert, as if it were just a normal daily performance at a kerosene lamp bar.

"I just stepped on the snow outside the field, and my boots got into the water and almost froze into ice. I hurriedly found a pair of canvas shoes, and I hesitated whether I should go on stage barefoot, but in the end I chose to keep the soles of my feet warm, otherwise I was not sure if the chord would be played accurately. ”

Witty and ordinary conversations, as is the norm in bar performances, have a strong sense of life, some self-deprecation and some ridicule, but they can bring the performer and the audience closer together. In a trance, the restlessness of Madison Square Garden slowly settled, revealing a hint of the calm of a kerosene lamp bar.

"It's cold tonight, isn't it? So, whiskey should be a better choice than beer, but I'm not sure if folk is a better choice than jazz, you know, jazz bars are always warmer, and the nice girls. The light-hearted joke made the audience chuckle.

"But now that we're here, let's get down to business, maybe you've heard this one before. If a song is never new, but it is also not outdated, it is a ballad. In this way, the folk song is not a wrong choice. First song tonight, I'm not quite sure if you guys like it, but ...... That's it. ”

Without too much nonsense and politeness, Lan Li gently sketched the strings.

A light, a chair, a microphone, a guitar, and that makes up the whole stage.

The clear and moving guitar string sound spreads through the impression, the crystal clear notes spread their wings between the light and shadow, all the irritability slowly settles down, and the eyes are firmly locked on Lan Li's body, and the huge world is reduced to the size of that spotlight, unreservedly displayed in front of him.

"Hang me, oh, hang me, I'll die soon. ”

He sang.

Suddenly, a tear welled up in my eyes, as if I had returned to the kerosene lamp bar in the "drunken country ballads", as if I was listening to the lonely and lonely song of Levien-Davis again, as if I had returned to the rainy and misty sixties again.

The blue ceremony on the stage in front of him is not coincidental, there is no superfluous decoration and no cumbersome embellishment, just a voice to turn back the time, and the audience who truly appreciates the essence of "drunken country ballads" can deeply feel that those memory fragments about the movie have begun to become vivid.

In the hazy teary eyes, he looked at Lan Li like this, his singing voice seemed to be more vicissitudes and more chic than the performance of "Drunken Country Ballads", not only because of his beard, but also because of the relief and bitterness hidden at the end of his voice, which faded little by little in the guitar strings.

It turns out that music really needs to be sung with the soul, and only by experiencing it with the heart can you feel the real emotions behind the melody and lyrics, and the passage of time and the carving of the years will leave their own traces in the singing, quietly telling those stories.