Not to mention that on the one hand, Tony began to prepare for the blind date banquet, on the other hand, with the passage of time, the World Young Singer Contest is also in full swing.

Because there are too many contestants in the World Young Singer Competition, and the official competition stipulates that they must be gathered together during the competition, New York Harbor, which covers a huge area, has many high-rise warehouses and is not densely populated. After all, this time the competition is held by the government department, and at the same time, there are major consortia behind it, so it seems that there is nothing wrong with dividing it into a field for the competition directly here in New York Harbor.

Located on the east and west banks of the Hudson River estuary on the southeast coast of New York State in the northeastern United States, it is the largest city and one of the major seaports in the United States. It is the third-largest container port in the United States and the largest port for the export of scrap metal in the United States.

Although the port operation has been slightly affected by the World Young Singer Competition, for the sake of the banknote, the guild that controls the port department still turns a blind eye and closes one eye.

Now the competition has entered the third stage, the rules of this stage are very peculiar, the music rhythm recognition system developed by the famous technology company Hammer Group is evaluated, or the kind of waterproof feeling that makes people complain, as long as it reaches the level of 60 points, you can enter the fourth round of the competition.

Each round took two weeks, inside and out, and the repeated competitions made people lose their initial enthusiasm for the World Young Singer Competition. If most of the United States was paying attention to this game before, now the number has definitely decreased by a third. But even so, the game is still going on, leaving people who don't understand confused. I don't know why the government would pump the same brain and spend so much money. Or rather, even the players don't know.

Delevin Chung is one of them. The 24-year-old has been working in New York for many years. Although he is still persisting in his music dream, he doesn't know how long he can hold on. After all, New York's high cost is completely unacceptable to him, a common man from a lower-middle-class background. Of course, the reason for his failure is not only because he plays the most niche soul music, but also because of his yellow-skinned appearance.

"After the third round of selection, it should be even more difficult." Draven walked outside nonchalantly.

If you don't make the cut, go home and inherit your father's restaurant." It just so happens that after tonight, it should be the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Eastern Lunar Calendar, call my dad, and then tell them about my decision...... 'Delevingne thought to himself, and walked out into the street, wanting to blow the sea breeze and enjoy the scenery of the New York Harbor pier. After wandering in New York for so long, he had never had a good tour.

Night enveloped the city, the moonlight was blocked by faint clouds, and one or two street lamps screaked and brightened.

A gust of wind blew, making Draven feel a little cold.

I don't know why, Draven only felt that the whole street was quiet, and the New York Harbor docks should be in full swing, actually gave him a feeling of being a small town in his hometown.

A gust of wind blew, and Draven couldn't help but shiver, licked his somewhat dry lips, and felt a little panicked.

'Let's go back.' Dravin, trembling in his heart, thought as he prepared to go back. By the way, he picked up his phone and prepared to make a call to his roommate, Luke, who is also a contestant in the World Young Singer Competition.

"Dut...... Honk...... He turned his mobile phone into amplification mode, as if it would be bold, and with the sound ......of the mobile phone connection, Draven quickened his pace and walked on the road, but the original way back seemed to become more and more field, and the originally somewhat hazy moonlight became darker and darker, which made his heart beat suddenly for some reason.

The moonlight became dimmer and dimmer, and the street lamps that had been flickering and dim were abruptly turned off.

Black!

It's really dark!

At the end of the never-ending, darkness enveloped Draven, and at this time, the sixth sense drove him to run forward!

"Bowen Street, Bowen Street...... Where is it? Draven, who had been running along the seashore, looked for street signs in the darkness.

Suddenly, he saw a large sign in front of him, and ran over to see if it was the street leading to his house.

"Town, Town Soul Street? What kind of street is this? Draven, who approached the street sign and subconsciously read the voice, was a little puzzled.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong......" And at this moment, a sound of the piano suddenly appeared in Draven's ears.

He subconsciously followed the prestige, only to see a man dressed in white and blue suddenly appear in front of him.

The man is like the son who came out of the old East when he was a child, and for some reason, even in the dark of the night, Draven can see the appearance of this person clearly.

He was holding a guqin in his hand, his waist-length black hair was combed back with a gray crown of hair, and a wooden hairpin pinned to his head, which was carved with a few bamboos, looking delicate and green.

If a man wears a hairpin on his head, it looks a little cheesy, but this person brings out a sense of nobility, and the sound of the piano is played by this person. It's just that the piano in his hand looks so broken, as if it has been broken and is about to become several pieces.

The young man walked slowly, as if he had stepped out of a painting, and every step he took seemed to be walking on the passing of time, full of the precipitation of history. Originally, he felt that the night sea breeze blowing like a knife could only swing the corners of a man's clothes, which brought him a feeling of fluttering immortals.

If Draven's vocabulary was good enough, he would have known that in the ancient East, there was a word for action like this. It's called Posture Merry!

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival night again, but you're gone, so who should I talk about the sound of the piano......"

The man's brows furrowed slightly, and he muttered as if he was in pain.

"Who are you?" Draven swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and asked subconsciously.

"......" heard Draven's voice, and the man turned his head and pushed against Draven. Then he smiled as if he had found something.

He has a kind of noble doctor-like charm on him, and he smiles like this, as if he has condensed all the words for beauty.

"Is it just a descendant...... Anyway, this is also fate. I ......"

"Hey! Draven, I'm Luke, where are you?! ”