"I know that many people feel very difficult when they are faced with a situation like mine." When the applause faded away, Zhao Song said in a quiet and slightly hoarse voice.

There was another round of applause in the stands, which was a response to his words.

"No matter what, as a man, when faced with these things, you have to make a decision. So next, bring another song "Please Don't Cry on Other People's Shoulders". Zhao Song raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bright, and his expression was unusually firm.

Yuan Xiaomei's heart trembled imperceptibly, she seemed to feel some factors that made her uneasy, but she was still very sure of what she had mastered, there should be no problem, she comforted herself in her heart.

The audience in the museum also lifted their hearts, and it was known that he had made a decision, and in the next song, he would make his decision known to everyone.

As the music started to play, people held their breath and listened.

"If you have some teardrops on your face,

Please don't weep on other people's shoulders,

Back to me,

In my tender bosom,

Let me erase all your sadness,

Don't let me know where you are,

I can still bring you a little care,

Please don't weep on other people's shoulders,

Let me tell you,

How much I love you,"

How much I love you, he wants to tell her - how much I love you.

When the audience heard Zhao Song sing this sentence, everything was clear. Some people raised their hands high, and although they could not cheer loudly at the moment, they could show their support and excitement in other ways.

When the audience raised their hands, they stretched out their middle and index fingers straight to form a large V-shape.

At this moment, there is no need for a sound, only a strong and powerful gesture, which ignites Zhao Song's passion and pushes the atmosphere of the hall to a climax.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the arms in the hall rose one after another, and in a moment the red hall had become a sea of arms and a sea of V-shapes.

Yuan Xiaomei's heart twitched slightly, and the small mouth that opened the thin cherry lips slightly trembled.

Zhao Song's eyes moistened in this ocean-like enthusiastic support, and he made a bold move again.

There is also a sunken orchestra pit between the stage and the stands of the Red Hall.

Zhao Song went down the steps to the orchestra pit, and then walked to the stands from the steps on the other side.

What is he doing here?

The people in the sea of excitement were stunned.

The inspector cleverly opened the guardrail door separating the stands from the orchestra pit, and Zhao Song walked in, singing and walking, while reaching out and gently striking the hands of the enthusiastic spectators, the whole stadium was boiling.

Many female viewers could no longer suppress their excitement and screamed loudly, and people also called Zhao Song's name loudly, and some people shouted: "Zhao Song, we support you." ”

Finally, Zhao Song slowly came to the VIP seat area, and then suddenly stood still.

The audience was shocked, knowing that something was going to happen, as if they had been ordered, they sat down in unison and stopped making a sound, and there was no other sound in the hall except for Zhao Song's singing for a while.

"Don't let me know where you are,

I can still bring you a little care,

Please don't weep on other people's shoulders,

Let me tell you,

How much I love you,"

Zhao Song sang, slowly raised his hand, and stretched out to the end of the seat.

There, Wen Jie, who was already crying into tears, was pushed up by Yu Huayin, and when Wen Jie was hesitating when she seemed to be standing or not standing, Hong Sanhua slapped her on the ass fiercely.

Wen Jie's body flicked, and she stood up, at this moment, tears poured down, but since she had stood up, since Zhao Song had come to the front, the cool personality in the bones of this country girl was revealed, she stretched out her palm and wiped it on her face from left to right, regardless of the vertical tears all over her face, as long as her eyes were no longer blurry, as long as she could see the man in front of her clearly.

"If you have some teardrops on your face,

Please don't weep on other people's shoulders,

Back to me,

In my tender arms. ”

Zhao Song, who walked to her side, sang softly while slowly hugging Wen Jie in his arms, and when he raised his head, tears were already rolling down.

A snow-white pillar of spotlight hit the two of them.

When the song ended, the Red Pavilion erupted in thunderous applause, almost topping the roof of the pavilion.

Zhao Song gently patted Wen Jie's shoulder, which was trembling slightly because of sobbing, and whispered something in her ear, Wen Jie nodded, and the two held hands, ignoring the tears on their faces and the cheers of the surrounding audience, and slowly walked out of the Red Pavilion.

When there was a 'bang' and the door closed, the audience in the hall was suddenly stunned, what happened? What are they going to do? They're gone, what about the concert?

Yuan Xiaomei gritted her teeth gently, her eyes were half ashamed and half frustrated, she didn't expect that she was defeated, and she was so completely defeated and so embarrassed. Zhao Song, this ugly and stupid man, can only be worthy of the wild girl from the countryside who can't be on the stage. Yuan Xiaomei thought hatefully, kneading the concert ticket in his hand in his palm desperately, pressing, as if it was the damn Zhao Song who humiliated her, the ticket was pressed very dense and hard, and it was said that it could kill a dog.

Hong Sanhua had tears in her eyes, she didn't expect that Zhang Xiangbei would be arranged like this today. At the moment when the two embraced, she was even in a trance, as if she had become the protagonist of this tear-jerking emotional drama, which made her cheeks flush with two blushes.

Yu Huayin bit her lip, her eyes were filled with tears, and she hated Zhang Xiangbei, a torturous guy in her heart.

The crowd began to stir slightly, and everyone looked left and right, not knowing what to do.

With a 'snap', the spotlight hit the stage, and the host Shen Mingyue walked up in a bit of a panic, and said to everyone with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, something happened today, and now I would like to invite Mr. Zhang Xiangbei, the music director of our Diamond Records, to speak." ”

Then I saw Zhang slip north and trot to the center of the stage.

The audience is a little quiet, but what do you do with a good Zhao Song concert and get a music director to come up?

Zhang Xiangbei said very seriously into the microphone: "Today's concert is over," there was a loud uproar in the hall, but before the strange sound was raised, he listened to Zhang Xiangbei continue, "This is impossible." ”

People who were fooled by him suddenly fell into the cavity again, and they only felt that the kid in front of him who was smiling a little thief was a little hateful.

"Dissatisfied viewers can get a refund," Zhang Xiangbei continued to say with a smile.

Many people in the museum raised their arms and coaxed.

"It is estimated that the performance unit will not agree." Zhang Xiangbei continued his flickering.

Now people understand that this kid who came up is here to gag, and it is estimated that Zhao Song has retreated to the backfield to prepare for the following singing, so he put his mind at ease.

Shen Mingyue next to her suddenly smiled: "Today, Diamond Records came to the three of us, and now one is gone, and you, the boss, are fully responsible." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Zheng's heart moved, did Shen Mingyue say the wrong thing? There are only three Diamond Records, when did Shen Mingyue become a Diamond Records?

"Then I'll sing a song for everyone." Zhang Xiangbei scratched his head helplessly, and said a little embarrassed.

"Are you the music director of Diamond Records, or are you the songwriter Bug?" Shen Mingyue inadvertently pointed out Zhang Xiangbei's identity.

The attentive audience immediately understood that the young man in front of him turned out to be the author of Zhao Song's passionate songs.

It's really unseemly.

"It doesn't matter what the identity is, but I don't sing many songs, and if the audience doesn't think it's enough for a while, you have to be on top." Zhang Xiangbei said with a smile.

"But my job as a host is already very promising." Shen Mingyue immediately protested, and then took the lead in raising her hands and applauding, causing the audience to also applaud, and then Shen Mingyue snickered and retreated.

"I'm still a college student, so this song is dedicated to every young person who is unyielding and brave on the road of his life, "My Future Is Not a Dream".

With the music, the bright and sunny singing sounded, and the songs had their own meanings, which instantly attracted the empathy of too many audiences.

After all, most of the people who came to see Zhao Song's concert were young people, young people who worked hard in all walks of life.

That kind of sunny and inspiring meaning is not only a yearning and expression of the author's own future, but also the heartfelt desire of all young people who are swaying their youthful sweat on the road of life.

Those who are struggling in frustration and silence, hearing this song, the haze in their hearts is dispelled at once, and they feel that although the injustice and pain they have suffered are unbearable, they will eventually pass, no matter how hard they work, no matter how persevering, no matter how patient, then the beautiful future will come.

And people in good times feel that this song is tailor-made for themselves, the future is not a dream, the future is under control.

Soon, after everyone became familiar with the melody of the song, they began to sing along.

Zhang Xiangbei didn't know if Lu Dao was intentional, but he sang this song twice, and after the end, the audience in the whole hall was singing loudly after him, the future is not a dream. People's faces were full of excitement, their eyes were full of anticipation and hope, they waved their arms, their upper bodies swayed, sentence by sentence, following the music, following the chapter to the north, singing, laughing, and joyful.

Hong Sanhua slapped her forehead, thinking that this Zhang Xiangbei is really good at tidying up the atmosphere, this good party was actually made like this by him, I don't know if Qu Li, who is in the background, will cry.

Today, in order to overhaul the opening chapter, the new chapter was not written a word, and the manuscript was deposited when it was published, and I felt tight.

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