He Zun and Li Xiangjie were indescribably excited, as if they had fallen into a whirlpool of happiness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He wanted to get up and say hello several times, or rushed to the idol to take a group photo, or asked for an autograph, rather than say a word or two. But seeing Leng Hui's humble attitude, he only opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Is this still the lead singer of the black snake photon high up on the stage? Is this still the proud man who shouts in rock songs that he will not give in to the powerful? Is this still the cold glow that has always flaunted his solitary behavior in the world?

The soul singer who used to face all the fans with an indifferent face is now like an office clerk, groveling to the man in front of him, with a dog-legged look on his face. sat next to Liang Bohua, and even dared to sit on the small half of his buttocks.

Countless contradictory questions hit He Zun's brain, and he was at a loss.

Liang Bohua stretched out his hand and introduced: "This is a military youth, and these are all friends of the military youth. "But he didn't point out the names of the few soldiers, and the score of the young soldiers was huge, so there was no need to explain it to them.

Qiao Song and the others became more and more frightened, and raised their glasses to toast with anxiety.

Look at the young soldier, his face is calm, his manners are elegant, his smile is kind, and his gestures are all big shots, and he is a noble son at first glance. Although he is dressed very sloppily, and the "Chashan Pesticide" advertising T-shirt on his chest is very dazzling, is it not a maverick who is not a noble son? Even if the superior likes to beg for food along the street and spend 30 yuan to find old vegetable peels for the night, do you dare to care?

I heard that the chairman of the committee is wearing black, white and gray trousers and shirts all day long, and he goes in and out like a township cadre, but who can't compliment him in person, that's the style of a king?

Song Baojun took a sense of proportion, smiled and asked the names of several people, and everyone said it.

"Mr. Leng, I heard you sing well just now, and several of my sister's classmates are your loyal fans, so it must be very popular. How many concerts are you going to hold next year?"

Leng Hui just sweated and said with a smile: "Thank you for your care, there are no plans to hold a concert yet." ”

"That's not good, a lot of fans are looking forward to it, no concert will be held, how disappointed everyone is. ”

Leng Hui smiled bitterly, how can this concert be held as it is said? It is not a popular star, there are only a few thousand loyal fans, even the record company does not buy it, there is a lack of funds, a lack of audiences, and there is no market value. If you say something nice, you don't care about the eyes of the world, and if you say something ugly, it's a stupid fork.

So he considered his rhetoric and said: "The military youth misunderstood, it is really very difficult to hold a concert, funds, companies, markets, all aspects have to be coordinated, we don't have too many people to take care of it, and there is not enough time, I wrote several songs last month, and I didn't have time to rehearse......"

"After all, isn't it because you're not popular?" Song Baojun smiled and interrupted his rambling words.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces showed a look of embarrassment. Even Song Jingtong couldn't help but tug at his sleeve and complained: "Brother, how can you talk like this?" slapped people in the face, which was too embarrassing.

Leng Hui had no choice but to laugh stupidly, this is a bloody fact, but the truth is embarrassing.

Song Baojun had heard of Black Snake Photon before, and knew that they were the idols of the trio, and their style was biased towards the non-mainstream killing Matt dark heavy metal. Today, after witnessing and singing a song, I felt more real, and then through the insight of obscene personalities and the analytical level of philosophical personalities, I have a new understanding of their impressions.

If such a style wants to become popular, then there will be problems in society!

"There are a few immature opinions below, do you know why you can't become popular, are you willing to listen to me?"

"I still hope that the army will teach you!" Leng Hui and Qiao Song glanced at each other, squeezed out a crepe word, and put on a posture of listening to each other.

Most of the people who have been playing rock for more than ten years are mavericks, rebellious in thought, decadent in attitude, and often think that they are the best, and it is not themselves but others who need to change, and they can't listen to other people's opinions or care about other people's ideas.

However, even if you don't want to listen to the opinions of the Entertainment and Culture Censorship, you have to listen to it, after all, you only have one life.

Song Baojun lit a cigarette and glanced at Leng Hui lightly: "May I ask what is the essence of Mr. Leng's music?"

Leng Hui was stunned for a moment before replying: "Music is an art of expressing emotions. ”

"And what is rock 'n' roll?" Song Baojun continued.

"Well, I think rock is the idea that comes with music. Every band, every singer has its own rock. ”

Song Baojun nodded, swallowed a puff of cigarette, and said: "Indeed, every kind of music and every song is a carrier of ideas, and even the ugliest "Mice Love Rice" has its meaning. Then let me ask you again, why is your idea not accepted by the public?"

Leng Hui thought about it for a while, felt that the question was not easy to answer, and circled around his mind a few times and replied: "The life of the public is too numb, everyone is like a walking corpse, living day after day mechanically. And our music is too intense, far beyond everyone's understanding, and it is normal not to be recognized by everyone. When they wake up, they may realize that my song is what they want. ”

Song Baojun said: "How can you be sure that the people will accept your ideas when they wake up? What is the essence of your thoughts?"

Leng Hui's forehead began to sweat: "Well, the main content of my song is like this, peaceful and anti-war. I believe that there should be no borders on the earth, and that people of every race can mingle, so that discrimination and war can be kept away from the world, and true racial equality can be achieved, and whether it is white, black or yellow, everyone can live happily together. ”

In response to the call of buds, two chapters were updated. 3 more today, and 1 chapter in the evening.

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