Chapter 64: The Brave Man Who Never Retreats!

That will really become a live broadcast accident, and when the time comes, the whole network will laugh at it, and your career will be stained.

The more the director thought about it, the more scared he became, so he simply solved it smoothly.

……

In the creative room.

Ye Xuan played a short section easily and casually, only to feel that his fingertips were constantly jumping and spinning with the domination of his mind.

The beautiful melody jumps on the keys, and it feels beautiful.

After a short period of testing the waters, Ye Xuan felt that the black and white keys were like being alive, with their own emotions, and they would listen to their own commands, relaxed and happy.

I saw Ye Xuan adjust his sitting posture and look at the recording teacher.

It wasn't until the recording teacher made an OK gesture that it was okay and that it was OK to start.

Ye Xuan put his fingertips back on the keyboard, looked at the camera, and said to the audience inside.

"Next, I want to give all the audience a song called 'The Lonely Brave', hoping that on the road of lonely progress, everyone can stick to their beliefs and be a lonely brave who will never retreat."

Immediately afterward, a prelude to a piano note sounded.

The sound of the piano is crisp, from slow to urgent.

As Ye Xuan's fingertips changed faster and faster, the melody of the prelude became more and more urgent, only to feel more and more depressed.

The audience seems to be in a depressing and tense battlefield.

The war was about to break out, and everyone was tense and hidden in their positions, holding their breath and not daring to move.

The barrage became more and more depressing with the music, and the barrage didn't move much, for fear that it would cause serious consequences because of his carelessness.

The audience only felt that the nerves were getting tighter and tighter, and the chords in their minds were getting tighter and tighter.

Just when this string, which was tense in the minds of all the audience, seemed to be about to break because it couldn't bear it.

The rhythm of the piano slowed down suddenly, becoming more and more soothing, until it stopped.

The studio fell into a deathly silence.

Ye Xuan's voice also sounded appropriately at this time.

"All are brave"

"The wound on your forehead, your difference, the mistake you made"

"You don't have to hide"

"Your shabby doll, your mask, your self"

A low, hoarse voice, a patchwork of short sentences, a traumatic, oppressive atmosphere, is constantly spreading.

It's just a short beginning, not even a complete sentence, just a patchwork of words, but it makes people feel like their hearts are clenched tightly for a moment, and they can't breathe.

Netizens also forgot their original intention of entering the live broadcast room for a moment.

Fans stopped the brainless touting of rainbow farts, sunspots also stopped tapping on the keyboard, and passers-by and netizens who watched the show also stopped eating melon seeds in their hands.

They all held their breath and listened carefully, for fear of missing a word in the lyrics because of their actions.

What song is this? Why does it make people so depressed and so sad.

'Wounds on the forehead', 'worn-out dolls', wounds in the dark, broken, helpless.

Dark night, lonely, not understood, not recognized.

I want to try to live and prove myself, but I have been repeatedly frustrated and injured.

I just feel extremely depressed and suffocated.

I want to release, but I can't do it.

Why is there such a song?

Many people have the same doubts in their minds.

I've never encountered a song like this.

Maybe you don't think it's too outstanding when you first hear it, but there is an inexplicable attraction that sucks you firmly on it.

I can't take my eyes off it, I can't let go of my mind.

I just want to keep listening.

……

"They say, with light, tame every monster."

"They say, sew up your wounds, no one loves clowns"

"Why Loneliness Is Not Honorable"

"People are only imperfect, worthy of praise"

"Who said that the sludge-covered is not a hero"

In the lens, Ye Xuan's whole person was immersed in darkness, with only sporadic faint lights, shining around, and Ye Xuan's silhouette could be vaguely seen, looming.

There is an illusion.

It was as if Ye Xuan was not recording songs in the recording studio, but in a muddy swamp.

There was not a trace of light around, and it was full of cold.

Half of his body was stuck in the swamp, trying to climb out desperately, but he found that he was sinking deeper and deeper.

The whole person is helpless and hopeless.

I want to change my destiny, but I find that I can't do anything.

The best struggle is not to resist, not to struggle.

Because that's how you can sink in, slower.

All of them subconsciously clenched their fists, which was anger at the injustice of fate, and unwillingness after being powerless to resist.

These angers, these unwillingness, will be turned into the most powerful weapons, and they will gamble and fight with all their own, youth and ideals.

Even if you fail, even if the result of failure is to continue to sink deep in the swamp, you don't want to give up.

Can't give up, won't give up!

As the song continued, everyone's fists clenched tighter and tighter, and the light bursting out of their eyes became brighter and brighter.

Countless points of light converge into a galaxy, and in a moment, the power is vast, and it can overthrow all filth and unbearable.

Just listening to Ye Xuan's voice, it suddenly broke out with the extreme suppression of feelings.

The struggle against fate and the unwillingness of reality are vividly displayed.

"They say, with light, tame every monster."

"They say, sew up your wounds, no one loves clowns"

"Why Loneliness Is Not Honorable"

"People are only imperfect, worthy of praise"

"Who said that the sludge-covered is not a hero"

As the song continued, the barrage on the screen slowed down.

It seems that this simple song has already spent all its strength.

There's no more energy left to care about the comments.

Yes, who stipulated that you must be gorgeous and well-dressed to be considered successful.

Who asks for it, being in the light is the hero.

I don't think so!

Over here!

The scar is my medal, the dirt is my award, and on my own battlefield, even if I fight alone, I never flinch.

Even though he was covered in scars and mud, he never retreated.

I am my own hero, my own king!

Every audience member was infected by the song and their blood boiled.

Cheer up and vent all your feelings on the barrage.

Let your sorrow, pain, depression, and unyielding and struggle against fate be released.

"Brother Ye sings so well, sings my heart, whoever says that he is covered in mud is not a hero."

"A few days ago, the neighbor's house caught fire, and after the firefighters put out the fire, everyone was dirty, but I felt that they were the real heroes at that moment."

"Everyone is a brave man on their own way forward, and they are all worthy of respect."

"Ordinary me, proud of myself for the first time, I am my own brave, my own hero,"

"This song is so distracting, I can't control it, woo woo woo ......"