In short, between understanding and not understanding, it doesn't matter, only cheers.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan bowed down and said a few auspicious words, and after introducing Fat Donglai, he was about to turn around and step down.

"Zhang Fan, sing one more song."

"Zhang Fan, sing one more song...

As soon as Zhang Fan turned around, there was a shout asking Zhang Fan to sing one more song, which came from under the stage, and the more he shouted, the louder he shouted, the more people shouted together.

Wang Jian heard the shouting on this side of the stage backstage, came to the stage entrance from the backstage, and saw that the stage was full of people, and he couldn't help but be happy.

Before Zhang Fan came on stage, he had seen this side, although there were several audiences under the stage at that time, but there were only a few Liao Liao, and he really couldn't see it.

Wang Jian took a few steps onto the stage and came to Zhang Fan. "Zhang Fan, since you sing one more song from the audience, you can sing two more songs."

"Brother Wang, there are still a few brothers waiting to come on stage backstage, it's not appropriate for me to sing again, right?"

"Our boss told me about the backstage just now, I hope you will continue to sing, you don't need to worry about backstage things and labor matters."

"Brother Wang, I'll sing openly, you get busy first."

After Wang Jian stepped down, Zhang Fan came to the center of the stage again.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Fan, I'm back again."

As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, there was applause below.

""Dispel Sorrow", sing the first "Dispel Sorrow".

Zhang Fan heard a little girl on the side of the stage shouting "Dispel Sorrow", and said with a smile: "This little girl in front of the stage has started to order songs, and wants me to sing "Dispel Sorrow", which is the first original song I released, do you really want to hear it?" ”

"Yes."

Zhang Fan plucked the guitar. "Then let's come to "Dispel Sorrow" first."

The guitar sounded again, and the whistle sounded again.

There is no accompaniment, only Zhang Fan's guitar and whistling.

“

When you walk into this fun field

Carry all your dreams and thoughts on your back

All kinds of makeup on the face

No one remembers what you look like...

”

The song sounded from the stage again, and Zhang Fan sang "Dispel Sorrow" again.

There are a lot of people in the audience, large and small, young and old, standing under the stage, how can Zhang Fan observe everything, and he has already entered the artistic conception of the lyrics at this time, and he no longer pays attention to the crowd below the stage.

Zhang Fan on the stage is singing unemotionally, and there are many people at the bottom of the stage helping Zhang Fan shoot, maybe they will be transferred to their storage network disk for storage, isn't this also a beautiful memory.

Zhang Fan didn't notice that Zhang Fan had already entered the artistic conception of the song, and he didn't notice that in the corner of the audience, there was an Internet celebrity who was recording Zhang Fan's scene.

"Brothers and sisters, I really can only be the last song, but there are still a few brothers waiting to play backstage, and I can't always occupy this stage, haha."

"Zhang Fan, is there a new song, a new song."

"yes, sing a new song, the kind that comes out, preferably a love song."

"Zhang Fan, come and sing a love song."

"Love song."

"New song."

The cheers were endless, the shouts were endless, and it was a sea of cheers on the stage.

Zhang Fan, who had a guitar around his neck, pressed down with both hands, and then said: "Everyone has a problem for me, I want love songs and new songs." ”

"However, I really wrote a song recently, please listen to my new song, "Dusk" (Zhou Chuanxiong's song, we should also get a vote, right?). ）。 ”

The sound of the guitar resumed, tender as water, unhurried, like raindrops on the eaves, continuing to hit the listener's heart.

"After the whole summer, the sadness was not better, driving on the endless road, and I felt like I was leaving myself."

The singing voice from Zhang Fan's throat was like a clear spring, washing everyone below the stage, and also shocking several other artists behind the stage.

"I can't finish singing a song, I am tired and have dark circles under my eyes, the world of feelings is inevitably hurt, and no matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will be dark at night....."

The story continues, and his story continues to be told.

The singing continues, continuing the mood in the song.

And the audience under the stage has sunk in Zhang Fan's singing and fallen into it.

Zhang Fan was also immersed in it and slowly closed his eyes.

There is a faint melancholy in the song, a faint detachment, a faint indifference, everything is indifferent, just like Zhang Fan's forty-two-year-old memory, seeing through everything, seeing through everything, and wanting to let go of everything.

It's just, it's just that he can really let it go.

"Bang" sounded, and a string of the guitar that was playing was suddenly broken by Zhang Fan.

After the sound of "bang", a blood mark was drawn on the left side of Zhang Fan's face, but Zhang Fan did not stop the sound of the guitar, as if he was unconscious, and the singing continued, but it could not hide the blood marks that slowly oozeped out on Zhang Fan's face.

“..... There is an illusion of tears burning in the chaos, the horizon of dusk, cutting off the joy of happiness, and love has been disillusioned. ”

After the singing, Zhang Fan's right hand directly covered the strings of the guitar, stopped the vibration of all the guitar strings, and looked at the audience below who were still immersed in the singing, Zhang Fan did not speak, but quietly saluted, and walked directly from the stage to the backstage.

As soon as Zhang Fan got off the stage, other artists came on the stage and took his place.

Wang Jian and Boss Yu, who came to Zhang Fan's side while applauding, saw the wound on Zhang Fan's face.

Boss Yu said with an anxious expression: "Teacher Zhang, you sing so well, I have arranged a light meal here, and invite Teacher Zhang to celebrate the opening of Fat Donglai, I don't know if Teacher Zhang has time." ”

Zhang Fan, who felt pain in his face as soon as he got off the stage, stretched out his right hand to pull the hanging guitar strings and put it in front of him to take a look.

"Brother Zhang, let's go to the hospital first and deal with the wound, what do you think." Wang Jian, who was on the side, saw Zhang Fan pulling the guitar strings and didn't speak, and said in a round game.

Zhang Fan reached out and touched the wound on the right side of his face, looked at the blood stains on his hand, there was only a small amount of blood on his hand, and he knew that the injury on his face was not serious, and it would be fine in a few days if he was not infected.

"You don't have to go to the hospital, Brother Wang, it's just a small wound, if you have a band-aid, give me one, and it'll be over for a few days." After Zhang Fan finished speaking, he looked at Boss Yu.

Said with a smile: "Mr. Yu, is there a lobster on our opening banquet, I have always heard that the things sold by our fat Donglai are the freshest, I don't know how the lobster in our store is, is it fresh?" ”

"Haha, the things in our mall are definitely the freshest among all the malls in the area, and if Mr. Zhang can come, then they must be the freshest."

While speaking, Wang Jian had already asked the staff to bring a band-aid and handed it to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan took the band-aid, casually attached the wound, and followed Boss Yu out of the backstage.

Boss Yu wants to break off his friendship, and every year Fat Donglai pays so much advertising money to the TV station, thinking that he knows the senior management of the local TV station.