Stage.

On the weekend, he wore a simple black T-shirt, washed some whitish jeans, and carried an acoustic guitar.

Fresh and clean.

"Damn, I almost forgot, it was Xiao Xianrou's debut on the weekend, this simple outfit is really handsome."

"No, is he going to sing seriously this time?"

"He's so serious, I'm a little uncomfortable."

The audience's eyes lit up, as if it was the first time they had seen such a serious appearance on the weekend.

There are no fancy dresses, and there are no suona and erhu.

It's just one person, one guitar.

Watching him sit down in a chair, it was as if the air around him had become quieter, a little less hot.

Quiet.

Everyone watched quietly on the stage, watching him plug in his guitar and press the first chord.

The soothing melody and plain lyrics inadvertently touched the hearts of everyone present.

"It made me cry~"

"More than last night's wine~"

"Let me be reluctant to give up~"

"More than your tenderness~"

A few lines of lyrics were sung in a slow tone by the weekend, just like the city of Chengdu, full of life.

"How long will it take to go the rest of the road~"

"You hold my hand~"

"I'm embarrassed~"

"It's the freedom of struggle~"

Chengdu is more like a small town girl with childhood sweethearts, no high-rise buildings in the metropolis, only the fireworks of the streets and alleys.

"Respectively are always in September~"

"Memories are the sorrow of longing~"

"Weeping willows that are tender green in late autumn ~"

"Kiss me on the forehead~"

But the young and free heart always yearns for the neon of the metropolis, and the small town girl will one day become a soft memory.

"In that rainy town~"

"I've never forgotten you~"

"Chengdu~"

"The only one who can't take it away is you~"

The quiet scene seems to be brought into the memories by the low singing of the weekend.

Perhaps, in everyone's heart, there is a small town girl, who always wears a ponytail and jumps in your memories.

Just like Fang Tang Mirror, he jumped out and jumped back again.

Repeatedly tugging at your emotions and tugging at your heartstrings.

At the same time, no one noticed that there were already dark clouds slowly piling up over the stadium.

At this time, the weekend on stage changed his position, his left foot down and his right foot raised.

"Take a walk with me on the streets of Chengdu, oh~"

"Until all the lights go out, don't stay~"

"You'll hold my sleeve~"

"I'll put my hands in my trouser pocket~"

"Walk to the end of Yulin Road~"

"Sitting at the door of the tavern ~"

This chorus, with the power of four or two thousand pounds, easily evoked the memories of everyone at the scene.

Because then a man remembers a city.

Memories are beautiful, and perhaps not every good memory can have a happy ending.

But in the lyrics, it just stops the memory at the best moment.

Just right, just right.

In the singing over the weekend, the entire live broadcast room was as quiet as the scene.

It wasn't until the interlude that a few sparse barrages appeared.

"I really didn't expect that singing on weekends would be so lethal."

"This is the real ballad, the treble that doesn't need to show off its skills, a story, an experience is enough."

"It's definitely the best ballad I've heard this year, and it smells like first love."

"It's Chengdu that sings, but it's people who miss it~"

"In the future, if anyone says that he can't write a serious song on the weekend, I will use this song to ignore him~"

At this time, the weekend on stage again repeats the simple melody and bland lyrics.

"Respectively are always in September~"

"Memories are the sorrow of longing~"

"Weeping willows that are tender green in late autumn ~"

"Kiss me on the forehead~"

Lang Lang's catchy melody, after the audience listened to it once, they could already hum along.

Gradually, from the beginning of a few people humming along, it soon became a chorus of the audience.

"In that rainy town~"

"I've never forgotten you~"

"Chengdu~"

"The only one who can't take it away is you~"

Thundered.

The faint sound of thunder was actually covered by the chorus of the audience.

No one noticed that the dark clouds in the night sky were getting thicker and thicker.

At this time, Xu Feng, who had not appeared all along, suddenly walked to the stage with a group of children.

"Take a walk with me on the streets of Chengdu, oh~"

"Until all the lights go out, don't stay~"

"You'll hold my sleeve~"

"I'll put my hands in my trouser pocket~"

"Walk to the end of Yulin Road~"

"Sitting at the door of the tavern ~"

The immature children's voice symbolizes the beauty in that memory, which makes everyone fall into it and can't extricate themselves.

The song ended, but the scene was still quiet and terrible.

"Alas~"

At the scene, I don't know who sighed.

This sigh interrupted the memories and pulled everyone back to reality.

Memory and reality go their separate ways, you cross your Erxian Bridge, and I take my Chenghua Road.

"It's over?"

"Is that the end of it?"

"It's like listening to a song, and it's like having a dream."

"A dream that I don't want to wake up from!"

Scene.

Everyone came back to reality from their memories, and they were a little stunned.

The weekend scene was more like a collective hypnotism, awakening the good memories in the hearts of everyone present.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound that shook everyone back to reality.

Click!

The lights on the stage lit up at the same time as the lightning outside the stadium.

Thundered!

The lightning was followed by a deafening thunder.

Everyone at the scene was horrified to find that the sky above the stadium was already overwhelmed by black clouds.

"!!"

"It's raining, it's really raining!"

"I'm not mistaken, it's really raining outside."

"Damn, do you want to be so evil?"

",,, I was really hit by the weekend!"

"But I have no culture, and I can walk the world in one sentence!"

Whoa!

After the thunder, a light rain began to fall in the sky.

The rain was not heavy, but everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

Swish!

Everyone looked at the weekend on stage in horror and couldn't believe it.

The face of the meteorological station was swollen by him.

Do you want to be so evil?

Could it be that the Dragon King of the East China Sea is a relative of his family?

Background.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads away, staring at Chen Yu without blinking.

Whoa!

The cold sweat on Chen Yu's forehead was like rain outside, dripping down constantly.

"This ...... That's impossible! ”

Looking at the heavier and heavier rain outside, Chen Yu roared hysterically, his face pale.

Outside the stadium.

The security guard looked up at the sky and muttered: "Immortal Banban, there is really an evil sect?" ”

"Mou~"

The buffalo, who was chained to the railing, snorted, seemed to have some kind of premonition, and was slightly excited.