"Lee."

"Ah Zong, have you come back from the same courtesy?"

"Lin Feng, what are you writing about Azong's life? And it seems to have written about Azong's heart. ”

In Kyoto, in a half-dimly lit villa area, Duan Santai was watching TV and muttering to himself.

Li Guangzong's actions just now reminded him of the past again.

Once, Li Guangzong had a very young name - Lee.

This is what he called himself when he first debuted, and it was also what he was called by both insiders and outsiders at that time, because Li Guangzong at that time was like the salute he had just performed on the stage, which was very polite. And his etiquette always makes people feel cordial, unlike some people, who are called and done in place, but they always give people a sense of form thousands of miles away.

It's just that later, at an unknown time, Li disappeared and was replaced by the eldest brother, and the eldest brother, although he was smiling all the time, people could still feel cordial, but it was very inexplicable, and people always felt that the most profound memory was the polite Li.

Li became the eldest brother, naturally not because of the growing fame over time. In everyone's change, there will always be a story. Lee Kwang-jong, a master figure in the music world, is no exception. Li became the eldest brother, and there was also a story in the middle, and Duan Santai was one of the few people who knew about this story, so he had the muttering after feeling the changes in Li Guangzong.

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"Maybe everyone thinks I'm exaggerating, but please listen carefully to the next song, this period of Li's life, after listening to it, everyone will know that no matter what changes have been experienced, Li is still the Li who doesn't hold people's feet."

The thoughts that flashed in everyone's hearts, Li Guangzong didn't know, he took care of himself. Again, he saluted the audience.

After straightening up, he raised the microphone again to the level of his mouth and said softly.

"I've come across the ocean to see you, thank you."

Ignoring the audience's reaction, he turned his head and nodded to the band.

"Drifting across the ocean to see you, Lin Feng, is this the song you wrote for Ah Zong? Ah Zong, do you see it like this? Li Guangzong's words made Duan Santai, who was thousands of miles away, resounded again, and between the words, there was a lot of emotion again.

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"It's a long name, it must be nice. Just listening to the rhythm is very feeling. Some viewers thought of it.

"Although I still have a skeptical attitude towards Master Li's voice, Brother Feng's production has never disappointed, and this time it should be quite good. After listening, go and download it. Some fans are going to say.

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"Drifting across the ocean to see you, songs like love, taking a new path, can you still interpret flowers?" Some musicians thought coldly.

"The name is quite long, but I don't know if the new road will go so far." A musician said to his partner next to him.

"The road of love, over the years, has been with death and life, you love him or not, but I am reluctant to be tied to you, Lin Feng, can you jump out of this circle? Even if you jump out, Li Guangzong's voice that is not suitable for long-term love and love, can you sing anything heavenly and cold? The musician, who is a singer-songwriter, stared at the screen and muttered to himself.

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Whether it is the audience or the thoughts of his peers, it has not had the slightest impact on Li Guangzong.

He walked slowly, stepping on the prelude played by the orchestra seriously, moving slowly on the stage, holding the microphone in both hands at the level of his abdomen, and the plaid clothes he was wearing today, which looked particularly vicissitudes and sadness, as if he was standing there, it was a display of time and memory of world events.

Ding, ding, ding......

Gently, it seems to have a slightly ethereal prelude, floating in the Xuanshui Gymnasium that is particularly quiet at this time, as if in the quiet deep mountains and old forests, there is a stream flowing happily, beating the surrounding stones from time to time, and the crisp music is not loud, but it makes people stop and want to go deeper.

With a gentle prelude, Li Guangzong moved his steps gently, and then at a certain point, he paused, held the microphone in both hands upward, and reached the front of his mouth, the originally bright light dimmed at this moment, and an old atmosphere appeared around people in an instant.

"For you, I used half a year's savings to travel across the ocean to see you."

Raising his head slightly, at an angle of more than ten degrees, Li Guangzong sang the lyrics of the first sentence, and also completely unsealed and faced a note. The memory was beautiful and hurtful.

"For this reunion, I have practiced even the breathing when we meet......"

Li Guangzong, who was looking up at the bright starry sky on the Xuanshui Gymnasium, suddenly closed his eyes, which were not very big, leaving only a gap, on a certain flashing lamp placed by the program team. The lamps are flickering, and the eyes are becoming more and more fascinating, and there is only sparkle in the eyes. Li Guangzong, who closed his eyes slightly, saw a woman with long black hair in the brightness. The woman's appearance was so familiar, the past was like yesterday, and she was still so young and beautiful.

"Words have never been able to express my affection for one ten-thousandth, and for this regret, I thought about it at night and refused to sleep......

In the light, looking at his beloved woman, Li Guangzong sang slowly, and the lyrics carried by Lin Feng seemed to have become what he told the woman, and he had buried it in his heart for a long time, such concentration, such dedication, and such expression......

The silence in the Xuanshui Gymnasium became more and more obvious, people seemed to not even breathe in this time and space, and the tactful accompaniment of some dexterity should be accompanied by singing, turning the Xuanshui Gymnasium into another world, that world, there are seas, boats, sails, and lovers who know and love each other.

With the sunrise and moonset of the world, Li Guangzong, who had a slight pause in reality, raised his voice slightly.

"Memories always accumulate slowly, indelible in my heart, for your promise, I endure not to cry in the most desperate times......"

With the deepening of the lyrics, Li Guangzong's voice has become more and more delicate, if someone closes his eyes and feels him on the stage with his heart, he will definitely not feel an uncle, but a boy who is about to meet the goddess who has been in love for many years, so gentle as water, so resolute and unrepentant.

It seems that all regrets need time and events to test, and Li Guangzong's delicate but never greasy voice unconsciously carries several vicissitudes.

"In a strange city, in a familiar corner, we have comforted each other, hugged and sighed, no matter what the outcome will be."

The vicissitudes of life and the artistic conception of wandering are intertwined, and slowly invade the hearts of everyone, at this moment, everyone who hears the song feels as if they are a year older.

"Looking at you in the wind and sand, I can't be so sad that I can't help myself, I hope to send you thousands of miles until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and I will depend on you for the rest ......of my life."

"I hope to be able to send you thousands of miles until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and I will depend on you for ...... whole life"

"One-life and you-"

Holding the microphone in both hands, Li Guangzong's head gradually lowered, looked down at the stage in front of him, and dragged a few long words, as if he wanted to shout this oath-like voice into time, let that person hear, let that person look back, and more importantly, let himself hear.

Time and experience can vicissitudes of people's bodies and hearts, but after all, they can't get old and leave expectations for themselves. This expectation may be buried deep in the heart, or it may bloom at a certain time.

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The song, Lee Kwang-jong only sang it once, like other people and ordinary songs, the repetition at both ends only entered the way of final repetition, he was useless. It's not that Lin Feng only listed one paragraph when he was moving, but Li Guangzong himself chose to change, in his words, missing, missing, all from the beginning, that there is a restart, life can be repeated, and the road of missing cannot be repeated.

People always shout about what they will do if they can start over in life, but in fact, as long as they are still themselves, they will do it again ten or a hundred times, and the result will still be the same. The same self can't make the same choice.

The singing, like the outro, gradually faded away, and the atmosphere of the Xuanshui Gymnasium gradually returned from the world to the world.

The dim light has also become bright again.

However, in the Xuanshui Gymnasium, there was no customary applause, and it seemed that at this moment, people all folded their palms and were reluctant to make a sound.

Quietly, it is not the kind of spiritual stillness when Li Guangzong is singing, but the real quiet, there is no sound, everyone is quiet, quietly watching the stage.

On the stage, Li Guangzong was standing, but it felt as if he was squatting down on the stage, sobbing silently. When emotions are surging, people can infect the environment. People, really powerful.

Li Guangzong's silence affected the applause.

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"Until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, I will depend on you all my life. Ah Zong, Ting, if one of the two of you could make such a decision and practice such words, why not face each other across the strait, why not have one pop master in this world, and what happened to one of the world's top international fashion designers? Is it really worth it compared to nearly three decades of suffering? ”

Reciting the lyrics of "Drifting Across the Sea to See You", Duan Santai put his eyes on the photo next to the TV, looked at the three people who were smiling like an epiphany, and said, as if he was talking to himself, more like asking.

Li Guangzong's singing voice made Li Guangzong speechless, and at the same time, it also made Duan Santai think of the past more clearly. Love and know each other, but they don't want to give up, they can't obey each other, they are angry, Lao Yan flies apart, and now, one is helpless and the other is ruthless. It's a very cliché story, but it's always hurtful.

Bell ~ bell ~ bell ~

Just as he was sighing, the phone at Duan Santai's house suddenly rang.

Moved to the sofa, picking up his golden retro-style phone, Duan Santai restrained his emotions and said politely, "Hey, hello." ”

"Third brother, it's me." A woman's muffled voice came from the earpiece.

"Ting." Duan Santai was stunned for a moment, and shouted out a name that he had never mentioned in front of Li Guangzong in all these years. The call came from across the ocean, and it was daylight on the other side.

Silence, after Duan Santai's salutation, occupied the phone that spanned thousands of kilometers. Duan Santai didn't have words, and Ting didn't have words either.

"Third brother, I'm watching TV." After being silent for a while, Duan Santai's voice came from Duan Santai's earpiece again.

"I'm watching TV too." Duan Santai responded.

After a pause, he added, "Did you hear the song that Ah Zong just sang?" ”

It's a question, it seems to be an affirmative sentence, Duan Santai is very sure, because he knows that if Ting hadn't listened to this song, he would definitely not have called himself at this time, this call, but because he didn't dare to dial a number, he forced himself to transfer it. It's just that the transfer is not complete, and I still want to understand.

"I, listened." Ting hesitated for a moment and said.

"I told the young genius about you." Closed his eyes, rubbed his temples, and Duan Santai said.

"I know he can't write a song like this." Ting's voice gently reached Duan Santai's ears again.

"Ting, Azong, can't he really write? He just doesn't want to face it, it's been thirty years, he hasn't come out yet, and you've just stepped from one cage to another, have you come out? Duan Santai suddenly became a little irritable, and he said loudly to the other end of the phone.

There were no words on the other end, and Duan Santai also quieted down, and the palpitating silence after the irritability was like the remnants of fallen leaves all over the ground after the excitement, a little desolate.

"Third brother, in a strange city, there are no corners that I am familiar with. I ......" was silent for a while, and Ting said.

"Forget it, don't do it anymore, in fact, I don't know what, why bother. I know, you make this call, just you want to make this call. Duan Santai spoke up to stop Ting's words.

"Third brother, after all these years, you still understand me after all." Ting pretended to be relaxed.

"Well, I'll have time to come back and see. Take him with you and let your two brothers meet. Duan Santai sighed and said, "Don't worry about anything else, I believe that after tonight, Ah Zong will let go." He will bless you. ”

"Third brother, I'm ......" Ting was a little speechless, "I know, I will definitely go back if I have a chance in the future." ”

"Ugh." Duan Santai sighed and had no words. The future and the opportunity are indefinite words.

"Third brother, I still have something to do, so I won't bother you. Good bye. Ting said.

Duan Santai didn't say anything like 'free to contact often, and he didn't say goodbye, just hung up the phone silently.

"Ugh." Sighing again, Duan Santai moved his gaze to the TV, and the applause was blazing on the screen.

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Jiangshui, Xuanshui Gymnasium, Li Guangzong's silence, let the applause be postponed for a while.

Until he took off his glasses and wiped the lenses, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and took a long breath, the moment when he finished these actions and the whole person was 'alive' again.

The overwhelming applause was really loud, and even the lights hanging around it were faintly overshadowed.

This applause is not for Lin Feng, although it is his creation, on the stage of the empire's good production, he is the protagonist, and it is not for the empire's good production, even this stage provides the location of the current situation. This applause is only for Lee Kwangjong, or this applause is only for themselves. Yes, for the applauding man himself. The love of parting has been experienced, and it is not long enough. The difference is that some people fight for it, and some people give up.

"Thank you, thank you." Li Guangzong bowed politely.

"How so? How could Li Guangzong sing such a song with such a voice. Some musicians forcibly parted their hands that wanted to applaud, shook their heads constantly, and said.

"It turns out that there are really countless roads in this world. Parting bitter love, floating across the ocean and still watching, love, can also not linger. After drinking it in one gulp, I don't know when the wine glass was full, a famous musician seemed to have been reborn.

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The overwhelming applause did not last long, and soon stopped.

Because this applause is very real and sincere, people's palms are already red.

"Thank you, Mr. Li for your singing, and thank you Mr. Lin for your creation." Taking a deep breath and calming down his fluctuating mood, Han Bing held the microphone in his hand and walked onto the stage again.

"Mr. Lin, please come up." Stepping on the stage, Han Bing quickly returned to his usual state of seven or eight points, as a host, he can be felt and affected by the atmosphere of the scene, but when he steps on the stage, they must be the host, and they must face everything with the mentality of the host.

Listening to the song, Lin Feng, who was a little fluctuating in his heart because of familiarity, after hearing Han Bing's call, took a few shallow breaths of oxygen and stabilized himself, he walked onto the stage and stood on the left side of Li Guangzong.

"Mr. Lin, how much do you rate Mr. Li's singing just now?" Han Bing asked Lin Feng very conscientiously.

"Ninety points." Without hesitation, Lin Feng opened his mouth and said in a voice.

Wow!

Because of Lin Feng's words, the audience actually had a range of whispered discussions, and it seemed that they were not satisfied with the score given by Lin Feng.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin, listen, everyone thinks that this song should be above ninety-five, do you want to explain why you gave a score of ninety?" Holding the microphone, he quietly listened to the discussion in the audience for a while. After a quick summary in his heart, Han Bing asked Lin Feng.

With his question, the scene also quieted down, and they all focused on the stage, waiting for Lin Feng's method.

"Because when he was singing, Mr. Li didn't forget himself." Smiling, Lin Feng said.

"Haven't forgotten yourself?" With doubts, Han Bing repeated to Lin Feng.

"Yes." Lin Feng nodded.

Doubts arose in everyone's hearts, and Lin Feng's answer made everyone even more confused.

"Mr. Lin, can you explain in detail what you mean by forgetting yourself?" Han Bing, who represented the doubts of the vast number of people, asked Lin Feng again.