18. Goku

On Friday, July 5th, night, the Happy Boys Finals 7 into 6.

Maybe it's because of the European spirit of a few young ladies, Han Fei's luck in the lottery today is so good that he directly drew the seventh place, this position can calmly watch the performances of the six people in front of him, and the pressure is much less.

Zhang Jie and Chen Chusheng are still as stable as ever, and they are indeed higher-level players, but Han Fei has this song as a foundation, so he is not panicked.

The ticket sent out by Han Fei is in a good position, 6 rows 20 to 23, which can not only face the stage, but also not be blocked by the extra-long cantilever camera.

After watching the singing of several people, Li Jingming couldn't help but sigh: "The hardware of this mango platform is stronger than that of the lychee platform, and the light area is much larger." ”

"Nonsense, people have successfully held two Super Girls in a row, and the sponsors are sending money like crazy, can you not do a good job of the hardware?" Zhao Ji followed.

Wang Xiaochen stretched his waist and sat for a long time, feeling tired: "The sound effect is not bad, there is no noise, why hasn't Han Fei appeared yet, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

"Come on, he's the last one, and he'll be the next one. Miss Jiang said.

"What kind of songs do you think he will sing?"

"Love songs, I guess. ”

"Maybe it's rock 'n' roll. ”

"What's there to guess, it's his turn soon, we'll see later. ”

……

"Next, please invite our last player today, No. 08, Han Fei!"

With Mr. He's introduction, the lights above the stage went out instantly, and after three seconds, both sides lit up, the left was the band of the program group, and the two players on the right, one played the guzheng and the other held the flute, and the last light hit the center of the stage, and Han Fei appeared.

He sat quietly in the center of the stage, holding the erhu in his left hand and the bow in his right hand, his head hanging so that his face could not be seen.

The program team didn't know where to get a set of golden performance costumes, and it seemed that Han Fei's whole person was bling bling.

As Han Fei's erhu made the first sound, all the lights on the stage turned on, and the band began to play as if they heard the starting gun.

At this time, his head was slowly raised, and the photographer quickly gave a close-up.

Wow, it turned out to be Facebook!

The audience let out an exclamation in unison, Han Fei actually drew the face of a monkey king, and he was wearing a golden hoop on his head.

The sound of the bamboo flute is clear and melodious, the sound of the guzheng is cheerful and agitated, the sound of the piano is peaceful and long, and the erhu played by Han Fei is like a general who leads the musical instruments of the audience.

"I'll go, he'll do it again. Wang Xiaochen was very shocked, and when he looked at the few people next to him, he was also stunned.

"Don't be noisy, listen carefully. Zhao Ji closed his eyes and savored the instrumental ensemble.

"The director team doesn't send out boxed lunches, you pretend to be so serious. Miss Jiang teased with a smile.

"Shhh Li Jingming, who has always been noisy, is the quietest at this time.

After the prelude, Han Fei looked straight ahead, the expression on his face could not be seen in the thick oil paint, and his voice was smooth and hoarse, as if he was deliberately suppressing his emotions.

"The moon splashes the galaxy, the long road is long, the wind and smoke are exhausted, and the shadow is alone. ”

"Who called me extraordinary, who made me love and hate the dilemma, and then my liver and intestines were broken. ”

As soon as the voice was opened, the audience held their breath invariably, for fear that the noise would affect the conduction of the sound, and the song and the voice fit perfectly.

The big screen on the left is a close-up, and the big screen on the right is the lyrics, everyone listens to the song and then looks at the lyrics, as if they really see that under the hazy moonlight, Sun Wukong is holding a golden hoop stick, walking alone in the wind and sand.

"The illusory world is empty, grievances are resting, enlightenment is lost, and the six dusts do not change. ”

"Angry, sad and crazy, whether it is a human being, a ghost or a monster, but there is a demon debt in his heart. ”

Singing this, Han Fei sped up the speed of the erhu plucking strings in his hand, the tune became excited, and the sound of the guzheng also became compact, like ten thousand horses in unison, and the sound of the bamboo flute became more high-pitched, like a broken brocade cracked silk.

"Call the Buddha, turn back and have no shore, kneel alone as a teacher, life and death have nothing to do with it. ”

"The realm of good and evil in the floating world, the truth and falsehood, the dust is scattered and it is difficult to break!"

This singing made the audience get goosebumps, and Han Fei used the flower cavity in Peking Opera, which had both surging passion and tenderness.

Finally, it was time for the band to show its strength, and at this moment, the electric guitar, bass, and drum kit played at the same time, and the zheng-flute played twice, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Han Fei put down the erhu, stood up abruptly, stretched the microphone stand hard, and then clenched the microphone stand tightly, as if grasping the Ruyi golden hoop stick.

"What do I want this iron rod for, and what if I have this change?"

"Still uneasy, still worried, the golden hoop is the head, and I want to talk about it. ”

In the pure land of Lingshan, there is a dispensable monkey head, and on Huaguo Mountain, there is a lack of a hot-blooded sage who dares to go to the sky.

Since you have entered the Buddha's door, you have no way back, and you can only obey it.

The more Han Fei sang, the more depressed he became, his voice seemed to be wrapped, soft and long, and there was actually a raging vitality wrapped inside.

"I want this iron rod drunk dancing demon! I have this change and confusion!"

"Stepping on the sky, being reckless, the world is dangerous, and it is impossible to escape after all. ”

Go to his fight to defeat the Buddha, there is only one Monkey King in the world, Han Fei finally let go of his voice, and all the oppression and grievances quickly melted away like the sun shining on the snow at this moment.

Monkey King, his body is like a dark iron, fiery eyes, immortality, seventy-two changes, just a golden hoop, how can he bind me?

The whole audience stood up, who among the Chinese has not watched "Journey to the West", and who does not know Monkey King?

When I was a teenager, I thought that Sun Wukong was an omnipotent sage in the heavens and the earth, but later I learned that the high-spirited sage was just a monkey who was only played with in the palm of his hand.

Who is not like Sun Wukong? Who is not high-spirited and high-spirited at the beginning? Only blame the sword for not being steady, and when he goes out, he will be forced by the wind and frost and the sword.

Han Fei tore off the golden hoop on his head and threw it towards the back of the audience, no, I want to be different, I want to be myself, I, never compromise!

"This stick—"

"Destroy you ......"

Han Fei used all his strength to shout the last word "extinguish", as if his spirit and spirit had also drifted away with Wukong after the song was finished.

The heart beat like a war drum, bang, bang, bang, every tremor was like a thunderclap in his ears, he was satisfied, to be able to sing such a song, no matter how good or bad the results were, it was enough.

"Han Fei!"

"Han Fei!"

The audience was wantonly shouting Han Fei's name, and even the staff of the director team lost their cool at this moment and shouted together.

Han Fei covered his heart, which was still beating, he bowed deeply, reluctant to get up for a long time, silently feeling the enthusiasm of the audience.

The four of Miss Jiang were already so excited that they couldn't speak, they only felt that they were being pushed by the surrounding atmosphere, and they shouted Han Fei's name along with the crowd.

Surprised, unexpected, I didn't expect Han Fei to have such strength.

Han Fei finally stood up, the oil paint on his face was drenched with sweat, and he was already a little sloppy, after he thanked him, he silently returned to the backstage, tonight, it's really worth it.