Chapter 14: A Similar Life

Lu Yu's answer made Liu Zheng also stunned, originally he just wanted to squeeze Lu Yu, but he didn't expect Lu Yu to really dare to come to power.

The artists who had just stepped off the stage on the side also looked at the middle of the stage, Lu Yu is now a little famous, but it is limited to the host. The scrutiny of a group of artists did not make Lu Yu feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he felt excited, and even his body trembled a little.

He had indeed been away from the stage for too long.

However, Lu Yu's performance didn't make Liu Zheng feel anything, it was just a play, Liu Zheng had a good look on his face, even if you Lu Yu were on stage, what can you sing? Liu Zheng looked at Long Hao quietly, and turned his head when he saw that Long Hao didn't speak.

The first song after coming back, Lu Yu must be cautious and cautious, in his dream he broke into a great name, and most of this fame is because of his music.

After coming to the stage, Lu Yu closed his eyes, as if the melody was in his ears.

Limited by conditions, Lu Yu knew that he could sing a cappella, although he could compose, but how could he have the ability of the protagonist in the novel to prepare the accompaniment in advance.

But that's enough, Lu Yu didn't just talk about it.

"Hmm~~Hmm~~~~"

"Puff puff puff..." Although Long Hao and the others looked prodigal, but there were a few straw bales in such a circle, and their eyes lit up when they heard BBOX, there are ventriloquists in this world, but no one has ever studied such a thing as BBOX.

Everyone's eyes lit up, but it was only a light shot, and the next song was the most important thing.

"I'm smoking a cigarette like that"

"It's been almost another day"

"Time is about the same"

"I spent about the same amount of money"

"The taste should be about the same salty"

"To be a man is almost cheap"

"It's been about the same year to live on the edge of the other"

"A similar Kyoto city"

"There are about the same horses."

A large section of rap came from Lu Yu's mouth, circling from the field like a whirlwind.

Everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy. This tune...

"Pretty much the nightlife and the same drink"

"Listening to the same music and getting drunk almost the same mess"

"With almost despair and almost dreams"

"Dressed in the same clothes, the head is almost empty"

Yes, we listen to the same music every day, everything is the same, even the nightlife is the same, this almost makes us feel that we are all the same, not good, not bad, not sad or happy, which makes us numb and indifferent to everything. Let life decay, let life decay in such a circular life, we indulge, we live like this.

This song is one of the songs on the album "Mr. Almost" by MChotdog, the godfather of Taiwanese rap in the dream world, and is known for criticizing the living conditions of young people in society at that time. There is no such group of young people among them.

Lu Yu standing on the stage, his eyes are always shining, if there is a song that can make this group of young people raise a fire in their hearts, then this song is definitely in the first place, nothing is the life of this group of people, not how bad they are, but their circle determines their lifestyle.

Liu Zheng didn't have a good impression of Lu Yu, although this song was very inflammatory, but it didn't have much effect on people like him, and he was about to laugh at Lu Yu, but suddenly found the sound of panting around him, and then looked at the faces of this group of young people with the same status as themselves, and their eyes had already been flushed, and their eyes had tried to open their eyes to the maximum.

"The same repetition is always the same and there is no turning back"

"The same feeling is always almost sad and miserable"

"Almost lonely, almost lonely"

"I'm suffering a similar road"

Even Long Hao, the highest status among the people, had red eyes, he always walked along the path arranged by his parents, usually smiling, but when he was lying on the bed alone, when that overwhelming loneliness came, he would feel his loneliness, he would think about his own life, he judged his own way, and criticized everything that could be criticized.

And when the next day can only forget everything and rush back to the same path as everyone else, not only him, but everyone who sits here is like this, a circular life, maybe the owner of resources that most people can't have in their lifetime, but yearn for the ordinary life of others.

"Pretty much you, almost me, almost him"

"It's almost as good as it gets, it's almost going to be developed haha"

"He scolded the fork and fork and quack, and the coffee was almost the same."

"Almost, sir, he's like a joke, and he's scolding and scolding"

"It's almost impossible to jump, or it's going to jump."

"It's almost like a turtle, but the turtle is a turtle."

"Isn't this a good life?"

Is this almost the same life as wonderful? Everyone is asking themselves, they don't know the answer, like the life of a marionette keeps repeating, showing their status to those who are lower than themselves, and they can only bow their heads in the face of those who are higher than themselves.

Is this really what I want?

The word dream can be said casually, but can they say it? They can't have dreams, because they're all about the same, they don't want to be ostracized, they obey the rules, they follow the rules, and they maintain relationships that may not be called relationships.

We don't want that, right we don't want that.

Even if it is an arranged life, we have to live something different, just like everyone can't jump, I must be the one who can jump, just like a group of turtles on the ground, I also want to be the one who can bend up,

"Mr. Almost"

"Mine is almost natural"

"On behalf of me I am naïve"

"It also means that I am a slut"

"It's almost a life"

"Always in the seams"

"I'm Mr. Almost"

Lu Yu's rap paused after this sentence, he looked at the confused eyes of everyone in the audience, smiled slightly, and didn't care about looking at himself with a complicated face Liu Zheng, Lu Yu picked up his coat and walked out the door.

The hall that was supposed to be lively could hear the pins falling, and only the heavy sound of wheezing remained.

After Lu Yu left, I don't know how long, these people slowly got up, and the picture that they didn't speak was like a silent movie. Everyone was silent and lowered their heads, trying their best to hide the throbbing in their hearts, they wanted to calm their moods, but Lu Yu's song is like magic, the more you want to get out of it but fall into it, the lyrics seem to include all your life.

The crowd dispersed, there was no usual false greetings, no head-to-ear conversations, everything passed quietly.

The whole hall calmed down, the girl with heavy makeup was still sitting in her place, she didn't speak, Long Hao also moved to stand behind the girl, the girl who was in the sky just now was like a princess at the moment. Or maybe she's really a princess?

There may have been a lot of people who couldn't sleep that night.

PS: Burning the city, sorry, can only be changed today