Although there are not many, Luoyang obviously has a little bit of heat.

After all, the attention of this show is too high, no matter in front of or behind the scenes, as long as the report is written, someone will pay attention.

Luoyang originally wanted to refuse, but when he was full and had nothing to do, he would specially run back to the Celestial Empire from the rice country to accept some messy interviews.

But Hong Tao has an invincible reason.

"Mr. Duan is one of the partners of our program team, and he plans to come and talk to me about the show recently, so he will come too, haha, really, I just said that you are such a musical genius, how can no one pay attention, it turns out that Mr. Duan has long been favored by the discerning Mr. Duan, if it weren't for Mr. Duan talking about it, I wouldn't know about it, you haven't seen you for a long time, right? Come and take a look, otherwise he will run abroad in a few days. ”

Luoyang has no reason to refuse at all.

Even putting aside Mr. Duan's kindness to him, Mr. Duan's personality is also very respectful.

Mr. Duan really wants to do something for the Celestial Empire music scene without asking for anything in return.

Luoyang really wants to see him again and tell him about his progress and growth now.

Mr. Duan's main business is still a businessman, and it is said that he is involved in the jewelry business, so he always runs around the world.

If you miss this opportunity, you won't know when the next time we meet.

Luoyang pinched his fingers to see if he could rush back to Bieber's next rehearsal.

It turned out that there was time, but it was not particularly abundant.

There was nothing to hesitate about, Luoyang packed his things, dragged a suitcase with his guitar on his back and left.

Take a taxi directly to the airport, then buy a ticket and wait for your flight.

Finding a place to sit down, Luoyang looked left and right, boredly looking at all kinds of blonde and blue-eyed people around him, so as to pass the time.

Seeing that there was still almost an hour before the next flight took off, Luoyang simply took out his guitar and began to practice.

People always tend to think that the body has muscle memory.

Driving, cycling, playing a musical instrument, whatever it is, with a lot of practice, the body remembers the process.

However, in fact, the body is the body, it is just a complex mass of muscles, without any memory ability, and the "muscle memory" in people's common sense is, to put it bluntly, something stored in the brain.

It's just that this form of memory is more special, and it is not easy to forget than memories such as words and images.

With the disappearance of superpowers, the memory palace in Luoyang's mind has collapsed.

Although the memory will not disappear out of thin air, it is no longer as strong as before, if Luoyang does not often turn out the memory to use, then the memory that has not been used for a long time will gradually disappear.

The same is true of guitar technology, it was originally a string of memories forcibly fixed in Luoyang's brain by the life transformation plan, even if Luoyang does not practice, guitar skills will not regress in the slightest.

But now, he has to spend a certain amount of time every day to practice the guitar, otherwise he will be born and his technique will gradually regress.

In addition to the guitar, singing, piano, these memories are the same, if Luoyang does not go to review, his ability will continue to regress.

In fact, because Luoyang deals with music every day, all his music-related memories are quite intact.

And like the knowledge that I learned in order to perform alchemy before, because I basically didn't use it much, I have forgotten it now, and in a few months, it is estimated that I will forget it.

But Luoyang doesn't care very much, he is no longer a policeman, there is no need to fight with criminals anymore, these things are not used, even if you want to fight criminals, these things are not used, forget it.

"Da Da La, Da La, Da La, Woo Woo ~ baby~ The slightest warmth from the fingertips, looking at my moving eyes, like a pure white soft sweater, gently embracing me~"

Luoyang gently sang a song in the TTS Winter College, "Like You in Winter".

Although it is a song of Dongzhuan, it is so warm that people want to cry, and every time Luoyang listens to this song, there will be a feeling of inner exhaustion and trauma being healed.

Luoyang sang carefully, as quietly as possible, only a little louder than the noise around him, so as not to cause discomfort to others.

However, in fact, Luoyang thinks too much.

His current singing skills, under the guidance of the singer's skills and his own unremitting practice without a day of interruption, have long been different from what they used to be.

The people waiting for the plane around did not show any dissatisfaction, but looked at Luoyang with a little surprise, and then quieted down and listened carefully to Luoyang's guitar and singing.

They were touched by the song.

Luoyang was unaware of this, just immersed in his own world and continued to sing carefully.

The careful singing method did not detract points from this song, but there was a kind of shyness and heartbeat that did not dare to approach when I wanted to give a gift to someone I had a crush on.

The people around them all showed expressions of deep intoxication and nostalgia, and they didn't know what kind of warm memories they recalled in their hearts.

“… When you approach at the end of a tired day, it's really warm, you're like thick snowflakes, sparkling, falling from the sky~~"

"Smack. ”

Luoyang finished singing a song and held down the strings.

It seemed a little harder to sing so quietly than to sing loudly, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Maybe he can continue to practice and not sing.

But hearing the accompaniment but not being able to sing was more uncomfortable for him than singing quietly.

He took a sip of water from the bag he was carrying, then put away his guitar, intending to wait for the plane honestly.

"Hey, can't you do another song?"

Luoyang turned his head and found an old lady looking at him dissatisfied, and a tall young man was sitting next to him.

She had silver hair and wrinkles on her face, but her body still looked tough.

The tall white young man next to him folded his hands apologetically to Luoyang, obviously apologizing for his grandmother's offense.

Luoyang is a bit flustered.

It's the first time he's been dissatisfied with others because he doesn't sing.

He hesitantly picked up his guitar and looked around, only to find the expectant glances of many people.

This gave him some courage and he laughed and played.

After all, this is not a lively street, and he can't help but have a lot of worries, so he still plays relatively quietly.

"Nobody cares if you're noisy or not, because it's noisy enough. The old lady spoke again, and her expression was not like asking someone to sing, but like the boss asking the workers to do their work.

This kind of encore application is really a bit special and somewhat impolite.

But the old lady likes her singing, and Luoyang is still a little happy.

He stopped, scratched his head, and continued to play, but only slightly louder.

A special airport performance began.

Luoyang played happily, and the people around him also listened comfortably.

And then gradually, more and more people came together.

Anyway, it's all waiting for the plane, and being idle is also idle, and there are free shows, so why not watch it?

Therefore, Luoyang was completely let go later, and it was not until the boarding time came that he hurriedly put away his guitar, hurriedly bowed and thanked everyone for listening, and then dragged his luggage to catch the plane.

"Hey, boy!"

Luoyang stopped and looked back at the old lady.

The old lady waved her fist at him and shouted, "You should be a singer!"