Dressed in a black tunic suit, he has a slender figure and his long hair is casually tied in a short braid at the back of his head.

Lu Qingsong's expression was a little dazed, and the flash lights on the top of the audience flickered again and again, and he seemed to have returned to that day.

"Die, Die Glass!"

"Disgusting!"

"Die!"

Panicked, helpless, confused.

I didn't!

He tried to speak, but he couldn't, and the overwhelming flashing lights illuminated his world in a miserable white, with no place to hide.

Excited, angry faces swirled around him, blood-colored lips and white teeth as if they were about to gnaw off a piece of flesh from him.

What did I do wrong? It's a question he's been figuring out for years.

It's just that at the age when I first fell in love, I had a slight impression of excellent people, but it was not the same choice as most people, and I suddenly became a criminal.

Am I not even allowed to have my own thoughts?

The pale light shone in his eyes again, and he tried to escape, but his feet stuck like nails on the stage.

"You still can't listen to rock 'n' roll!"

A sharp shout woke him up.

What is the spirit of rock 'n' roll? Everyone has their own way of understanding, and when Cao Wu asked him if he still listened to rock 'n' roll, he was asking him if he had given in.

Have you taken it?

Just hide it?

Why!

I'm coming back!

I will stand up to all prejudices! Foolishness!

Come back!

Let's make the storm more violent!

I'm not afraid!

Lu Qingsong suddenly looked at the ** camera, as if he was looking at everyone, his eyes were firm!

As soon as he raised his hand, Lele moved in response to the situation, and the bass sounded.

In front of the synthesizer, Cao Wu had a smile on the corner of his mouth and lit the black key.

Knock knock!

The top-level radio equipment perfectly presents Batu's drum sound, and he is as stable as a metronome, no less than Zhao Muyang at the peak of the year!

"Contradictions, hypocrisy, greed, deceit. ”

"Fantasy, doubt, simplicity, fickleness. ”

Lu Qingsong half-squinted, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and lazily read the lyrics in a hoarse voice.

The soft tone, but it seemed to carry countless knives, along with his eyes, pierced into everyone's hearts.

Everyone remembered that day and the event that caused a sensation throughout the country.

The black snake on Lu Qingsong's cheek seemed to be questioning everyone, did you also show your fangs on the network and bite wantonly?

With the twitching of the facial muscles, the black snake seemed to come to life, and the cold words seemed to come out of its mouth.

Unprecedentedly, the scene of tens of thousands of people was silent, everyone looked at the granite-like figure on the stage in a daze, and listened to him spit out those words as cold as a glacier, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Countless people realized at this time that it turned out that this song was written for everyone.

Have you ever spoken ill of others in your life?

Have you ever been biased against people in your life?

Have you ever despised others in your life?

Have you treated others as your own in your life?

No one can escape this song, everyone is the person in the song!

"Where is happiness?"

"Where is happiness?"

Lu Qingsong's dreamy singing voice fluttered to the sound of drums and bass, like a slippery snake swimming through everyone's neck, giving people goosebumps!

This song?

This song!

The song!!

Many people really understand this song for the first time, and at the moment they have only one thought in their minds.

Is this why music is classified as art?

After singing a song, the scene was actually pin dropping, many people unzipped the down jacket, unbuttoned the jacket, and they heard a sweat!

Lu Qingsong sang completely, he bent down and picked up the electric guitar from the ground and put it around his neck.

The effects were right at his feet, and when he stepped on it, the distorted guitar sounded like noise.

Lele also flicked his thumb and struck the bass strings to add another layer of noise to the noise!

Batu joins, casually, there is no pattern to speak of, it just makes people more irritable!

Cao Wu tunes up the timbre of electric steel and adds the most maddening high-frequency messy piano sound to this farce!

The noisy and chaotic noise made everyone uncontrollable anger, uneasy, and sat in the seat and twisted their buttocks unnaturally, like sitting on pins and needles.

Picked up the mineral water at his feet and took a sip, it was winter, but Lu Qingsong directly poured the remaining water from his head!

It's like the rainy night when he walked down the street, hungry and faint

Running quickly on Batu's drum platform, Lu Qingsong suddenly jumped down from above!

As he landed, the music instantly changed from messy to neat and orderly!

Lu Qingsong began to run on the wide stage!

The audience in the front row couldn't help it, they jumped on their seats and shouted!

Run!

The audience in the back row also stood up, waving fists that had clenched out of anger at some point!

Everyone has had the experience of being wronged and aggrieved, and for some reasons, they can only hold back to the bottom of their hearts!

But sometimes, we can't help but think.

Why!

Why do I have to hold back!

I'm going to fucking vent!

That's what punk is all about!

"The world we live in!"

"It's like a garbage dump!"

Rumble!

The angry flames rolled over, Lu Qingsong's short braids were scattered, and his hair was scattered messily, a little embarrassed.

It's like the time when I was jokingly slapped on the butt by the guest, and after the guest was scooped with wine, I was beaten by the boss and my face was swollen and locked in the utility room.

He stretched out his fist!

Fist side out!

It's tattooed!

"People are like bugs!"

"In this, you fight for me!"

Money is hard to earn! is hard to eat!

But in order to live, money has to be earned!

Aggrieved?

Of course aggrieved!

Usually there is no place to vent, this is the place to vent!

Exercise!

"Eat with conscience!"

"It's all about thoughts!"

"You can see it, you don't know it!"

"You can see it, you don't know it!"

"You don't know!"

Lu Qingsong ran to the synthesizer and slammed the keys violently, like crazy!

Many male viewers began to sing along with this song that they didn't really like, even if it was sung in a broken tone, the tune was completely absent, just roaring!

However, most of the female audience, when they saw Lu Qingsong's crazy appearance on stage, only had a complicated expression, with a trace of distress in their eyes.

"Is there any hope!"

"Is there any hope!"

"Is there any hope?"

"Is there any hope?"

In the original song, this lyric was only four times, but Lu Qingsong kept repeating it, repeating it countless times until he was exhausted.

He was not like this in rehearsals, but now he is in a state of madness.

Cao Wu, Batu and Lele didn't stop him, but just cooperated with him to repeat it over and over again.

"Is there any hope?"

"Is there any hope?"

Lu Qingsong sat paralyzed on the stage, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling.

The audience who fell into a frenzy gradually came back to their senses and looked at the embarrassed Lu Qingsong with a somewhat complicated expression.

Suddenly, he stood up and returned to the synthesizer.

Cao Wu silently moved aside, Lu Qingsong stroked the keys with trembling hands, hoarse voice, and said into the microphone: "The next song, 52 Hz, is for everyone." ”