ps:As for the problem of the protagonist being too pretending to be x.,The next chapters try to dilute a little.,If it's updated.,When you get 10,000 recommended votes, you will explode a 10,000-word update.,That's four or five chapters.,I hope you vote more.,Xiexie supports.。

Friday, eight p.m.

The live studio of "My Name is a Singer".

Sitting in the lounge, the singing of the singers outside reached his ears, and Zhou Xing's slender five fingers contracted and clenched into fists.

He has not had a stage career for many years, and he can't help but feel a little nervous and apprehensive.

How long has it been since you took the stage again?

Three years?

Three and a half years?

Or four years?

For such a long time, he once went to be a resident singer in a bar, sang on the street to exercise his live ability, lived a worry-free life, never regretted being born to maintain young trainees, rigid and proud, but never appeared on the real stage again.

Panic, embarrassment, pain...... My mind was inextricably linked for a while, and I didn't know how to soothe it.

At this time, there was no one to comfort him or cheer him up. Everyone is busy, and the agents arranged for themselves in the program team are busy going to other singers to cheer him on, which is almost equivalent to giving up on him.

And at this moment, the two people who support themselves are not here.

The person who gave him the song is thousands of miles away at the moment, planning for his performance, preparing to promote it endlessly among his readers, and the friend who will become his boss is still busy with his album, hoping that if he becomes famous in one fell swoop, he can ride this wind and completely praise him.

Zhou Xing knew that he owed them too much.

It is precisely because of this that I faintly feel a little ashamed.

Especially the sixteen-year-old boy, considering that he and his boss are not good at the moment, he didn't even ask for the use of this song for the time being.

He's not the kind of person who doesn't know how to be grateful.

That's why he's been practicing this song all these days, day and night, thinking about every syllable, hoping to do his best.

At this time, the singing outside the lounge stopped, and thunderous applause rang out from the scene, and the host was applauding the singer and preparing for the next singer's singing.

And the next singer is him.

Zhou Xing suddenly got up from his seat and walked into the elevator leading to the stage.

While in the elevator, he closed his eyes and didn't move, only the slight sound of breathing proved that he was still alive.

When the elevator reached its fixed position, he opened his eyes and calculated how long it had been since he had sung.

One thousand four hundred and thirty-seven days.

Yes, more than three springs and autumns.

It's a distant time, so long that it's almost impossible to count.

Step by step to the stage, the dazzling and dazzling lights fell on his body, in front of him was the long-awaited microphone, and under the stage was a dark audience, at this moment, his heart was completely calm.

In my mind, only one thought was circling.

He's going to sing.

Sing the voice of your heart that has been depressed for nearly four years.

Approaching the microphone, he bent down, touched his lips with his two fingers, and then let those two fingers kiss the stage instead of his lips, and muttered to himself, "It's been a long time, friend." ”

As soon as the music sounded, he stood up, facing the five hundred spectators, his mind cleared of all complicated thoughts, and his chest was full of enthusiasm and tension, and began to sing the song.

When the first lyric that had been rehearsed hundreds of times came out of his mouth, he already had a hunch that he would sing this song very well.

It's unbeatably good.

Because, that's the cry that has been accumulated for four years.

Because, compared to him four years ago, the singer is more powerful now!

Sitting at home, Gu Yangjing waited for 12 o'clock in the morning.

At this time, it is not a fixed time for the press fee, nor is there any special agreement with Xu Yuexun, but I am just waiting for people who are far away from countless mountains and rivers to finish the stage that they have not been on for a long time.

The clock is ticking and ticking, unchanged, just like the night when he first came to this shijie, monotonous, but also full of the unique charm of life.

In a blink of an eye, it's been almost half a year since I came to this shijie.

In this half a year, he completed the second high school entrance examination in his life, met a quiet and persistent girl, wrote the first book that became popular on the Internet, and sent the singer's first rock music from his previous life.

Really...... Beautiful haode for half a year.

Like flowing water, six months of life passed like this, as if yesterday was a patient who was still lying in bed and dying, and now he has stood at the moment of youth, and the dying soul has been saved by Shijie and can welcome a new life.

In this half year, there has been no waste.

And the next life will be even more exciting.

Seeing that the clock was pointing to half past twelve in the morning, he made a phone call, and there was no long "Didi" sound, and five seconds later, it was connected.

"What's wrong? The result? ”

"Well, it's not bad."

This answer made Gu Yang settle down, and he was silent for a while, and then continued: "Actually, Gu Yang, I really thank you, without you, I don't have the confidence to stand on this stage at all." ”

"Don't say that, everyone who has talent deserves the opportunity to show their talents. Our fit is the most haode, isn't it? ”

"Well, haha, you're right, but I'm still worried, every trace of this program group seems to tell me that I may be eliminated in the next show, I heard that the substitute singer has been found, and it is an old singer who was very famous before." Hearing this, Gu Yang sat up from the bed, his eyelids slowly drooped, and his gaze was pressed to half of his usual field of vision.

"Don't worry, I know in my heart, I've prepared for the worst, I have a way, I believe Boss Ma is too. Moreover, these things are not something you need to worry about, all you have to do is just sing. ”

"Well, xiexie you, Gu Yang, go back and drink with you."

"Haha, are you kidding a teenager to fight for?"

"Haha, who dares to say you're underage? You're a lot better than we are, well, let's talk about it, we'll have something to do later. ”

"Well, hang up."

As the phone hung up, Gu Yang's pretended smile slowly converged, until there was no expression on his face, he thought calmly for a few minutes, and finally set his eyes on the computer with a dark screen.

"It's time to strike."

On the Wenluo Forum in the middle of the night, it was again noisy.

In the post full of who's book breaking through 3,000 and becoming a high-quality product, the plot of who's book is too bad to read, and a small theme pops up.

"Revisiting and transforming into a musician, claiming that the work should be sung by the singer among the singers I called"

The title of this post is very attractive, and it has attracted countless people to click on it.

The content is even shorter to the extreme, pasting the short ps at the end of the chapter, plus some introductions to the column group I call the singer, the total adds up to only two or three hundred words, but it set off a roaring wave on the entire forum, in just one hour, hundreds of floors were built.

"Tonight: Isn't it? Revisiting so fiercely? Even if you write well, you can still write songs? ”

"Street Maniac: Silent tears, the difference between the great god and the street is too great."

"Life is too boring: I really look forward to it."