The silver-faced man is dressed very, very beautifully today.

She wore a small, silvery-white mask that covered her entire countenance, leaving only a pointed chin, which looked very endearing.

Wearing a bright silver dance dress with many sequins, many silver ribbon spikelets hanging from the waist, moving slightly, the spikelets will shake, very dynamic.

Her legs are very thin, and she wears a pair of flesh-colored stockings and a pair of silver riding boots, and the overall look is very eye-catching!

She wore long, bright silver gloves on her hands, which accentuated her slender arms.

The silver-faced man slowly walked to the center of the stage, and the light shone on her, setting her off like a goddess from the fairy world.

Standing in front of the stage, she raised her chin proudly, her eyes projected from inside her mask, sweeping from left to right under the stage.

The audience was silent.

At this moment, she is the queen of the whole scene! Unsurpassed!

Whether on or off the field, everyone's eyes were focused on her, obsessed, sober...... She is the focus of the audience, and the feelings of the audience rise and fall with her ups and downs, and with her ups and downs.

As the music sounded, the silver-masked man began to sing.

She groaned: "I always say I'm okay, and pretending that love is not cruel. The person smiling in the mirror is actually just a beautiful shell. Maybe love is what I should give up the most, and I ...... persistent"

She sang: "Goodbye love, wave your hand, from now on, I let you go, and I let go." Take off the mask, re-possess, the freedom to shed tears, the freedom to love......"

It was as if she was telling her own story, her own face.

The audience fell silent as they looked at the silver-faced man on the stage, as radiant as a goddess, and at the disfigured face beneath her mask, and at the song she was singing now.

There was an unyielding in her voice. An unwillingness. But more than that, it's a kind of vulnerability.

She actually wants to fight against the injustice of fate. She wants to change, to get back to what she looks like. It's just that she can't get it, and she can't get it again.

Just like the love in the lyrics.

Yes, a woman's appearance is linked to her love. Therefore, when the silver-faced person looks in the mirror, he will see his disfigured and fragile self in the mirror, and he can also see his glamorous self after wearing the mask.

Her love is gone, it is the love she once shed tears and couldn't bear to let go......

Singing and singing, two lines of liquid dripped from under the silver-faced man's mask, dripping silently onto the empty stage.

On the huge stage, only a few beams of light shone on her, illuminating her glowing body even more insignificant.

She is glowing, and she sings seamlessly, without any blemishes. Even because of her super devoted, she is even higher than Zhong Xiaofei's previous songs in terms of singing.

Without any suspense, the silver-masked man's song ended, and there was a dead silence under the stage. The vast majority of the audience has yet to recover from the pathos of her songs.

The silver-faced man stood quietly on the stage, holding the microphone in his hand, his head slightly bowed. She still couldn't recover from her deep pain.

Every time she sings this song, she always thinks of her face, her love, and her future.

"'Mask' is dedicated to myself and to all my friends who like this song." After singing, the silver-faced man spoke softly.

The audience was silent.

Five seconds, ten seconds......

Fifteen seconds, twenty seconds......

At the twenty-eighth second, the audience finally came to their senses, and one person applauded: "Pap, papa, papa!" ”

Then, as if he had just been woken up, the audience thundered with applause. The entire Red Sun Entertainment Hall suddenly became lively.

The audience nodded and exchanged ideas with their friends sitting next to them. Everyone is praising the silver-faced man for his super level performance this time.

An Ran also stood up, clapped his hands, and waved at the silver-faced man with a smile.

After the silver-faced man bowed to the audience, she was stunned the moment she turned around.

Because she clearly saw An Ran waving at her, his smile was so sincere, and her sincere appearance touched her heart at once.

"What a good singing!" An Ran put his hands to his mouth, shouted in a trumpet shape, and stretched out two thumbs to signal to the silver-faced man.

The silver-faced man looked at An Ran, who was extremely excited, and was stunned for two seconds, and then suddenly burst into tears and laughed.

The tears on his face hadn't dried yet, but the silver-faced man didn't pay attention to it at all. She thinks that An Ran is really a very good person, obviously the two are opponents, and An Ran will come on stage to PK with her in a while, but An Ran is vigorously praising her for singing well at the moment.

What a funny person! She decided that even if the two of them were now standing on opposite sides of the PK, after the PK, she must get to know this young boy who looked quite young.

Next, it was Enron's turn to play.

An Ran touched his nose, suddenly reached out and asked Bai Ke for something, wiped it on his face, and jumped onto the stage with a neck tie.

When Enron appeared in the spotlight, the audience was in an uproar!

Even the silver-faced man who stood on the edge of the stage and wanted to listen to An Ran's singing up close was stunned.

I saw that An Ran was also wearing a mask on his face, a golden mask similar to the image of the silver-faced man's mask!

Someone in the audience was whispering: "Gold mask, silver mask, this is really a competition!" ”

"It's just that it's not much different in appearance, but the color is different. That is, this person...... It's a little short! ”

"Shhhh......h

An Ran listened to the whispered discussions in the audience, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

He doesn't want to be so short, okay? He's only fourteen years old now, and it's unlikely that he'll be as tall as an adult!

Handed out the sheet music that had been written in his hand to the band members who rubbed their hands excitedly, smiled at them peacefully, and greeted: "Brother will cheer up for a while, don't play it wrong!" ”

"Don't worry, boss! We can't go wrong! Boss, are you a new song? ”

"The boss is amazing! New songs every time! ”

"The boss is mighty!"

……

The music played, and An Ran, wearing a gold mask, stood quietly in the center of the stage, the microphone raised to his mouth.

He sang: "One day in a certain year, a certain month, ......"

The silver-faced man felt a sudden brightness in his ears.

"It's like a broken face." An Ran sang again.

The silver-faced man was like being struck by lightning, and his heart was sad: Is he singing about me? A broken face, a broken face...... I'm the only one who listens to him singing now and I have a broken face, right?

"It's hard to say goodbye, so let Yiqiē go away. It wasn't an easy task, and we didn't cry......"

When the silver-faced man heard this, he was left with a numbness in his heart.

Yes, that day, my face was gone from me. If you can't say goodbye, you will go far away...... Thinking about it, the silver-faced man couldn't help but be stunned, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down again.

Tears flowed down the river!

PS: It's a chapter today, and there are a lot of things going on at home. Thanks to Oniy123 for the reward, thanks to freeman007's 5888~ sprinkling flowers, the first deacon in this book was born gorgeously.