It wasn't until today that Pei Shangqian really knew that some people in this world were really born for music.

Hua Yiyun, who was full of blonde hair, with a little fine sweat, almost blended with the drum kit.

It's all over the drums, and it's all over the balance.

Immediately, the light on Hua Yiyun's body sank, and then the left side of the stage lit up with a thin light, and the faint sound of the piano came, and every time it penetrated people's hearts.

Bai Huanyu is wearing a black shirt, and the neckline and middle cuffs are white, giving people the illusion of both good and evil.

The camera shows his hands on the electronic keyboard, slender and slender, like a woman's hands.

The screams grew louder and louder, almost to the point of deafening.

Even Pei Shangqian, who was sitting in the box, was fluttering with her heart, but she still stubbornly explained that she just wanted to see how Pei Zhichen's well-dressed beast would behave.

Thinking about it, on the other side of the stage, the lifting platform slowly rose, and Fu Lingjun appeared in front of everyone with an electric guitar on his back.

As soon as the strings are strummed, the dynamic sound is carried along the connecting threads to every corner of the concert.

But the most unforgettable thing is the coldness that Fu Lingjun exuded from his body.

Black broken hair, indifferent and waveless cold eyes, no matter where they sweep, they all carry a condensed sense of misanthropy.

But this point just hit the hearts of many girls, because he is real and will not change himself with the preferences of the public.

has seen all kinds of Fu Lingjun, but he is more inclined to insist on himself, which has been the case since he was a child.

And the reluctant arc of the corners of his mouth slightly, maybe others can't see the meaning, but Pei Shangqian really felt it.

He also seemed to be very unhappy, and his temperament was similar to that of the person surnamed Pei.

"Pei Zhichen! Pei Zhichen! Pei Zhichen! ”

The sound of excitement like a heat wave surrounded the entire closed ring place, and Pei Shangqian leaned in front of the big screen and looked at Pei Zhichen who slowly rose up from the middle of the stage.

The black and white smudged shirt is like a Chinese painting, and if you want to see through it, it is easy to be attracted by another color.

The lower half of his body is a pair of black pants with slightly ripped holes, which set off his figure tall but majestic.

Without any musical instrument at hand, Pei Zhichen was born specifically for singing.

But all kinds of musical instruments, after a long time with those people in the team, play well.

It's just that today's Pei Zhichen doesn't seem to have a good face.

His countenance had a slight smell of mixed blood. But the outside world has a variety of origins about his identity.

Because of the strong background, all news about him was blocked cleanly.

It's just that today's face seems to be even paler, and there is unhappiness in his dark brown eyes that is difficult to hide.

The tight pursed lip line shows his indescribable depression.

Rotated the microphone in his hand, and a simple action instantly detonated the entire concert hall.

His voice is deep and magnetic, and it reaches everyone's ears, which is a tingling sensation that is difficult for ordinary singers to bring, as if electricity flows through the whole body.

Normally, he doesn't talk much, so his voice seems to be more precious and beautiful.

But today, his voice has a little more infarction and dryness that is difficult to find, but it is still good.

A tear mole dotted under his eyes, adding a touch of softness to his cold temperament, unlike Fu Lingjun.

It's absolutely cold.