When the music sounded, everyone found that Lin Zhenxing, the chief director who was originally standing on the stage, didn't know when he had stood in the corner next to him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As the poignant performance of the string orchestra sounded, Xue Jingtian held the microphone in one hand and slowly turned to Lin Rong beside him.

His singing voice had not yet sounded, but in the audience that swept through the big screen, there were already countless girls holding their cheeks.

But Xue Jingtian's deep gaze only stayed on the golden mask.

His serious look seemed to disappear from the world around him, and people couldn't help but think that the face under the gorgeous mask was the face he had once dreamed of.

"You should have rejected me a long time ago," the lyrics overflowed from his lips, like snow falling in the night, "you shouldn't have let my pursuit go." ”

"Give me the stories I longed for, and leave a name that I can't forget. He curled the corners of his lips slightly, and there was no color in his eyes under the light, and he looked faintly at her hidden eyes under the mask, as if he was looking at the memories of the past.

Some people are destined to be God's favorites. Even their voices are a gift from God.

It's like the glow that people see when they open a treasure box that has been sealed for thousands of years. When this sound appears on stage, all the instruments seem to lose their original timbre.

Even when he sings live, even without any treatment, his voice is like a delicate track played in the world's finest loudspeaker equipment, and it is impeccable.

This kind of perfection is not a technique that has been pondered repeatedly, nor is it a good thing that has been calculated repeatedly, but a kind of calmness and truth that is naturally carved and decorated.

Every syllable that is spit out, every breath that is breathed, is like brewing emotions that cannot be catharsized, and finally looking for it, finding an outlet, and naturally confiding it out.

And on the stage, under the faint and dim spotlight, Lin Rong raised his face slightly.

In the focused lament of this emperor-like man, her most beautiful curves are revealed.

"Time is hard to turn back, and space is fragile. ”

The red lips under the mask, as if sighing, sang words that made people sink.

Her eyes did not dodge, nor did she deviate, she looked straight at him in front of her, and there was no shyness or reserve in her watery eyes, only the stupid sigh.

It's like the thorny rose in the dark night, delicate and beautiful, but not easy to pick.

And in this short life, he bloomed alone for the man in front of him, and fell pieces of delicate petals.

"Twenty-four hours of love is a beautiful memory that I will never forget in my life. ”

Her unique coldness sings the hottest words.

Ice and snow melted at this moment.

But the man in front of her, his natural seductive voice, is like a devil in the dark who bewitches people to throw away reason and sanity.

Perhaps the lights were too dazzling, or the surroundings were too dim, but his elegant and indifferent gaze seemed to be a candle flame swaying in the wind.

He didn't hold the microphone in his palm, and slowly stroked the mask that covered her face.

Lin Rong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the beautiful timbre poured out, as if knocking on the sleeping world of winter, bringing the joy of fantasy.

He rubbed the broken diamond on her mask, as if he was looking at a private collection that he had been in the dust for many years, "Not enough time, love you well." ”

"It's long overdue to stop the amorous game. Lin Rong turned his face slightly, avoiding his touch, and the gaze that flowed through the mask was like a flowing year.

Like a big net falling from the sky, his voice encompasses her. Her voice also turned into a stream of fireflies flying in the sky, entangled with him.

"I don't have enough time, so I hate you. She shuddered, slowly lifted her face, and her slender hand rested on the handsome jade-like face.

"I finally understood that it is not easy to hate people. He held the wheat and leaned down slightly.

"Warm my face with your hand before the love and hate disappear," he slowly closed his eyes, "prove to me that I once truly loved you." ”

Lin Ronghong's lips also followed him, humming softly, "I loved you......"

"I have loved you......" The gentle big hand finally moved from the broken diamond of her mask to her small lips.

Her breathing, this moment, was in sync with him.

Their very different timbres completely overlapped at this moment, and then blended and became one.

Nightfall, re-advent.

As the last note faded, all the light dimmed.

When the world returns to darkness, it seems that the light just now, and the entangled sound of heaven are all the illusions of everyone present.

The lights on the stage came back on, and the two people who had just followed closely were already standing on one side of the stage.

Ding Han took the microphone and went on stage again, but no one present could take their eyes off the tall and graceful figures.

One, as if playing the emperor of the world.

One, like a frolicking Cleopatra.

They met, met, and fell in love...... Then, leave.

I loved, but I lost to time. When we reunite, we can only look at each other and sigh, reminiscing and mourning.

There was no applause, everyone in the audience stared at them deadly, not a single applause, not even a single cheer.

Ding Han stood on the stage, and he couldn't pronounce the words for a long time.

The sinking of the faces below, the stubbornness of the eyes one by one, did not want him to say the words asking everyone to vote.

Any sound will destroy the poignant atmosphere that will surround the venue for a long time.

In the audience, every breath is even cautious, for fear of ruining the beautiful work.

Dinghan struggled to pick up the microphone and put it down.

The empty seats in the judges' seats separated Zhou Weihua and Leslie Chan, but they looked at each other tacitly at the moment, and then smiled bitterly.

Finally, Zhou Weihua picked up the microphone and stopped at his mouth, and sighed a long and deep breath through the microphone for a long time.

This sigh seemed to be the code to unlock the seal of the scene, and suddenly there were sighs one after another in the audience.

"In addition to sighing, I really don't know what else I can give at this moment," the wry smile on Zhou Weihua's face became more and more obvious, "Any comment, in front of real art, is pale." ”

The black sunglasses on Chen Guorong's face covered his expression at the moment, but he held the microphone with both hands and didn't speak for a long time, but it already made people read that he was not calm at the moment, "Before giving my personal pale evaluation, I have a very small request. Please, let us hear your voices again. ”

"For five minutes, the low alcohol and the clear timbre, the high and low voices fit perfectly, and even your breath just now is blended and entangled without distinguishing each other. I can only say that if you never share the stage with each other in the future, you will definitely be thundered by the sky. ”

"If the voice has a partner, then there is no doubt - you are a natural pair!"