"In the music industry, if a singer is doing well in something, their peers will give them a special honorific title. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 For example, Mr. Lin Youke, who is known as the 'King of the Scene' in the circle. Mr. Lin's scene was impeccable, as if he was listening to a record. There is also Sister Shanshan's 'soprano queen', in the eyes of many people, Sister Shanshan's treble is also unbeatable. Of course, there is also Hu Haihai's 'prosperous beauty'......"

"Calling ......"

Speaking of this, there was a wave of good-natured boos from the audience.

Hu Haihai didn't care, he was following the process: "I know you are amazed by my beauty, don't worry, I won't laugh at you, who made me a 'prosperous beauty'!" "Friends, even for my face, don't forget our performance!"

Lin Youke is still brilliant, Shang Wenjie is fighting against the water, Huang Shanshan is amazing to the world, the performance of each group of singers is beyond his expectations, compared with other singers, the rain combination does not have much bright spots. In order to get good results, Hu Haihai can only take advantage of the host to frequently canvass for himself.

Of course, he knows how to stop in moderation, and after mentioning himself a little, he turned the conversation to the singer who was about to appear.

"And the singer who will appear next, it is difficult for us to describe him with an honorific title, he is too varied and too good. Some people call him a 'poet of music'......"

"Wow, ah......h

As soon as it started, the scene was boiling, and under the leadership of the young audience, the scene resounded with enthusiastic cheers and shouts. The sound was so loud that even the sound of Hu Haihai was drowned out.

After the cheers subsided, Hu Haihai stretched out his hands and said with a smile: "It seems that everyone knows who the singer is going to appear next, but I hope everyone calms down, my lines haven't finished yet!"

"Haha......"

Hu Haihai's funny approach once again gained laughter, and the atmosphere became more and more intense.

"Some people call him a 'musical poet', not only does he have a gentle and elegant temperament, but every song he writes is as beautiful as poetry, and his singing is as bright as a picture. Some people call him the 'prodigal son of music', he is like a prodigal son who is not satisfied with the status quo, lingering among the flowers of music and discovering their hidden beauty. Tonight, he's set his sights on rock, how he's going to interpret it? Let's wait and see!"

After a pause, before the audience's applause rang out, he said directly: "Next, let's invite the last group of competing singers tonight: Liang Dong!"

"Boom la la ......"

"Liang Dong, Liang Dong ......"

In the cheers and applause in the sky, Liang Dong gently exhaled a breath of turbidity and slowly walked to the stage with his guitar on his back. In front of him, there was a path of light composed of light and shadow, and at the end of the road, there were countless eyes of expectation and excitement.

……

"Ah, Teacher Liang Dong, today is so handsome!"

In the live broadcast room of "Tianhe Commentary", the host Xiaoxi was full of peach blossoms, her eyes were shining, and she shouted at the throat, without a trace of reserve in her usual state.

"Xiaoxi, calm down, we're still live broadcasting, you have to refrain from it!"

Tian He was startled by the screams and knocked on the table to remind.

When Xiao Xi heard the reminder, her face turned red at first, but she couldn't help but say: "I also want to restrain myself, but I can't restrain it." Teacher Liang Dong, today is so handsome!"

With that, she turned her gaze back to the TV. On the TV screen, Liang Dong was walking with a leisurely smile, waving to the audience as he walked. Every wave of the hand can elicit an even stronger cheer from the audience.

Especially the girls in front, they have long abandoned their reserve, and they are like Xiaoxi and shouting.

It's no wonder they were excited, but Liang Dong's dress was too unexpected for them.

Denim shorts, white shirt, electric guitar on his back. A simple and fashionable dress is nothing for an ordinary youth, but when it is placed on Liang Dong, there are suddenly two special charms.

The convergence of suave and youthful fashion makes him less distant and more approachable. Of course, the most important thing is that Liang Dong is handsome enough, and under the lights, he is beautiful and picturesque.

"This world is really unfair, some people are not only talented, but also have extraordinary looks. There are such perfect people in the world, how should we ordinary people live!" Tian He couldn't help but sigh.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Teacher Liang, come on!"

The sudden shout not only surprised the audience, but even Xiaoxi was a little overwhelmed: "Teacher Tian, didn't you just say that I was too excited? Why did you suddenly cheer for Teacher Liang Dong?"

Tian He couldn't help but glance at her: "Who said that you are the only fan sister? I myself am also a big fan brother of Teacher Liang Dong!"

It's okay not to say it, after finishing speaking, Xiao Xi showed a panicked expression: "Teacher Tian He, you are also a fan of Teacher Liang Dong, miserable, with your appearance, the calm appearance of our fans......"

The words were not finished, but the meaning behind them was very clear.

"Teacher Tian, you have lowered the appearance of our fans!"

"Xiaoxi is really, telling the truth, isn't this hurting Teacher Tian's heart? Teacher Tian, I recommend you to be a fan of Teacher Huang Shanshan, and Teacher Liang Dong's appearance will be guarded by us!"

……

"Tianhe Commentary" is a live broadcast, and if Xiaoxi didn't say it, the audience all expressed it on the barrage.

"What, now that being a fan also has requirements for appearance?" Tian He shouted in surprise with an expression of disbelief.

Xiao Xi nodded hesitantly: "Although it is a bit of a blow to you, it seems to be!"

Tian He was completely desperate, lying on the table and wailing: "I hate this era of looking at faces!"

……

Liang Dong didn't know what was going on outside, let alone that his appearance had hit a host three times and twice, he had already walked to the center of the stage, and after the audience calmed down, he turned his head and glanced at Liang Xiaobo.

After Zhou Xiaoou's singing, some members of Group A began to leave, and members of Group B took their original positions. After all, it is not an overall exit, there will inevitably be accidents, and he needs to confirm with Liang Xiaobo.

Liang Xiaobo nodded at him, which was an agreed signal. Not to mention anything else, the band members he needs are all in place, and the singing can start at any time.

Liang Dong also nodded and bowed to them before turning to face the audience.

At this moment, he had unprecedented solemnity. The preparation time was too short, and it was only two hours from the time the song was taken out to the time it was put on stage. Of the two hours, the first hour familiarizes the band with the score, and the second hour allows for formal rehearsals.

How many times can a message be rehearsed? less than ten times. From the time the song was taken out to the stage, the band and himself only rehearsed five or six times.

The rehearsal time was too short, and he himself was not confident about the final result.

Liang Dong is not the only one worried, but the band members are even more worried. They weren't quite familiar with the sheet music yet. How to cooperate, what time period to enter the instrument, the band members are still a little confused.

Fortunately, this is a song that highlights the lead singer, and the band does not occupy a large proportion, as long as it plays normally, it will not lag behind.

No matter what, already standing on the stage, they only have to fight against the water.

Taking a breath gently, Liang Dong put his hands on the guitar, and while playing, a slightly vicissitudes and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"How many people walk and are stuck in place,

How many live as if dead,

How many people love but seem to be separated,

How many people laughed but were full of tears......"