Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry Chapter 431

When the song ended, Wang Yuanjun was at a loss for a while.

Men, like women, are shaped by ideology, culture and social responsibility. As a single father, he has been almost paranoid over the years and has carved his strength into his bones. No matter how hard or tired he is, he will never shed tears easily.

However, everyone has feelings.

There's a soft spot in everyone's heart, and when it's hit hard, gender and its attendant stereotypes about behavior and thinking become irrelevant.

Just like Wang Yuanjun at this time, a face with traces of years was filled with hot tears.

He was not familiar with the singers on the stage. At most, he knew that this was his daughter's favorite idol, but he didn't expect to be knocked open by the singing of such a half-year-old child.

Just because he sang too painfully and too real.

Yes... If I go back in time, what can I do?

The figure of a woman clearly appeared in Wang Yuanjun's mind. That was Wang Duoduo's mother. After so many years, she still looked like a smiling and sweet smile in his mind. In every lonely and lonely night, over and over again. Make him fall in love with her again.

Their love was born 20 years ago. At that time, he was honest and honest. He just wanted to have a happy and happy family of three and live an ordinary and warm life, but she was not. She was sassy and bold, like wild flowers blooming in the wilderness. Full of enthusiasm and vitality.

At that time, she was unexpectedly pregnant, and he begged her to stay in that small town, but she said that the most painful thing is to stay at home and face the pots and pans all day long.

So this wild flower tenaciously and stubbornly left behind a child who was just full moon, and went to the ocean to study for further study.

She loves him very much, but she will not stop her adventure because of love.

Maybe life is made up of countless regrets. No one is right or wrong, but it always hurts people's hearts.

If you turn back time.

If I don't let go.

Years later, will you blame me, hate me, or be moved?

Wang Yuanjun tasted the salty taste of tears, and his lips were trembling. If it weren't for the weight of the hem of the clothes and the weight of his daughter, he almost squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

This song is excellent in both arrangement and lyrics, but the hoarse voice of the lead singer on stage is the best way to bring these excellent lyrics and songs into full play.

Instead of shouting in a dry, white voice, he steadily maintained his outstanding singing skills even when he was most heart-wrenching. It is hard to imagine that this strength and expressiveness came from an 18-year-old boy.

There was a soft touch on his cheek, Wang Yuanjun was slightly startled, turned his head, and found that his daughter Wang Duoduo was on tiptoe and stuck a tissue to his side face.

The little girl was a little confused, a little worried, a little scared, but she still followed the way he coaxed her before and gently patted Wang Yuanjun's back with her hands, her eyes filled with concern.

Wang Yuanjun's throat moved, he took the tissue and blew his nose, threw the garbage into the trash can beside his feet, and let out a long sigh.

"Dad is fine."

He rubbed Wang Duoduo's head.

He asked again, "What's the name of the one who sang on the stage just now?"

"Yu Lan! 'Thousands of Colors' Yu Lan!" Wang Duoduo was stunned for a while, and immediately answered with bright eyes.

"Really? Huh, he sings very well. Their band's performance is also very good."

Wang Yuanjun's eyes moved back to the stage.

Still a few big boys... How can you have such a heart-wrenching experience at such a young age?

A few rows of spectators away, Wang Yuanjun seemed to meet Yu Lan's gaze at a certain moment.

Those are a pair of tender eyes.

The ends of his eyes are downcast, and the light in his eyes is not very bright. He looks sullen and a little morbid. It not only shows a touch of sadness, but also is filled with peace and tranquility that is like death.

Many people are familiar with blue eyes, because they see such eyes in the mirror after being disappointed, sad, and broken down.

The originally lively BLS performance was unusually quiet, and occasionally someone made a sound, and the sound gradually disappeared because the sound was too abrupt.

In such an atmosphere, Yu Lan put the microphone back on the mic stand, and he could hear his heavy and slightly rapid breathing on the radio.

"The second song, and the last song of the day."

With his long messy hair covering most of his face, he held the microphone with both hands as before and said, "Please enjoy, "Leaving Song".

The name of the song was displayed on the big screen hanging high at the back. The font was cursive, and I don't know who wrote it. The handwriting was dazzling and powerful, and it looked a little hideous, as if someone wrote it casually to vent when he was self-tortured.

Xia Song's piano sounded again, but at the same time there was a string of unexpected musical sounds.

"...Erhu?"

Wang Yuanjun and the other pair of fans next to him were stunned.

In fact, the timbre composition in the band's songs is not limited to guitars, basses and other instruments that are already in the team. In many cases, in order to enrich the timbre and range of the whole song, the creators often add violins and other musical instruments to the scene. Enhance your performance with background playback while you play.

But... Erhu?

Isn't this span a bit too big?

It's just that few people have the time to analyze the composition of songs as they do. Just after listening to the previous song, the gap between the two songs is very short, and most of the live audience have not had time to calm down and are caught again mind.

This "Leaving Song" begins with a weak lyric, and the prelude melody alone is full of sadness. It is a song similar in style to "If".

The corners of Yu Lan's lips curved slightly, and the low, wry smile was hidden in the subtle breathing.

"In the beginning, I only believed that the great thing is emotion.

"Finally, I can't help but see clearly that what is strong is fate."

In the first four sentences, I fell into memory just now, and the music fans who resonated with each other suddenly felt even more stomachache.

Damn, can you not sing so realistically!

"You still choose to go back.

"He hurts your heart, but you won't wake up."

This "he" refers to different people in the ears of different people, but this does not prevent everyone from recalling those piercing and heart-wrenching experiences invariably. It is not as depressing and regretful as "If", but feels aggrieved. A surge of grief erupted from below.

Yu Lan's voice also seemed to express this point, her articulation was more protracted than before, her voice was stretched and her vocals were sticky, like a self-deprecating and powerless moan.

He closed his eyes, and the grief that had been pressing in his heart since the beginning of June was like a rushing giant wave, beating on the shore layer by layer.

The couple's few words and their few sincere laughter rang out in his ears unconsciously.

"Yeah, our Yu Lan is a good brother!"

"Haha, I'm good at taking care of my sister, it's very good! Xiaoqing will leave it to you!"

All of his values ​​are reflected in taking care of Yu Qing. Only at those times can he be their son, a member of the family, who can be looked at in a positive light, can get a few responses, and can even be affirmed, praised and rewarded.

"You said that love is a dream.

"The happiness I borrowed from you, I can only repay you—"

Yu Lan tightened his shoulders sharply, and the back of his hand and forearm clenched on the microphone were stretched with blue veins.

At the same time, the drum volume suddenly increased, and the whole song was pushed to a climax.

"If you want to stay but can't stay, you are the most lonely.

"The gentleness is not finished, only Lige is left—"

Maybe Yu Qing didn't know, her caring, her choice, her avoidance, but just happened to push Yu Lan out of the house and drive him away.

From now on, Yu Lan has no home.

"One second before my heart broke, I hugged each other forcibly and silently.

"Send you with a heartbeat, bittersweet songs..."

How cruel is it to use "not to drag you down" as a reason.

Even if it is sincere, it is cruel.

The long and sad sound of the erhu sounded again, followed by the piano and strings.

Yu Lan didn't show any discomfort after the high-pitched voice, but his looming expression behind his long hair seemed to tell the audience that something more painful than discomfort had happened viciously and mercilessly.

"It turns out that love is a kind of willfulness and shouldn't be considered too much.

"Love is not smart or smart, only willing or not."

The straightforward lyrics cut open the chest cavity of everyone including Yu Lan, exposing the fresh hearts to the air. With every beat, red blood bursts out. The hotter the heart, the colder the blood. .

There is no smart or smart, only willing or not.

yes…

She/he just doesn't love you, or she/he just loves you too much, so she/he makes such a decision, what can you do?

Who can truly change a person's determination, and who can control feelings and sincerity?

"You still choose to go back.

"He hurts your heart, but you won't wake up.

"You said that love is a dream.

"The happiness I borrowed from you, I can only repay you—"

The hoarse tail sound reappeared, Yu Lan clenched the microphone desperately, so strong that it pressed a deep red mark on the palm of his hand, as if he had poured all the strength of the whole person, and it seemed that he was relying on the microphone. The support of the frame will not fall off the force.

"If you want to stay but can't stay, you are the most lonely.

"The gentleness is not finished, only Lige is left—"

This home, this home, he wants to stay!

Can a person really cut a blood relationship in two with ease?

Even if most of the experiences I have been through all along are dark colors, even if most of the painful memories occupy most of it from beginning to end, but...

But that's also home...

"One second before my heart broke, I hugged each other forcibly and silently.

"Send you with a heartbeat, bittersweet songs..."

The roaring singing seemed to come from an unnamed distance, and Yu Lan, who trembled along with the aria and the melody, was like a forcibly controlled walking corpse, crazy, morbid, but lifeless.

He repeated the chorus again, and this time, hundreds of people in the audience sang along with it frantically.

"If you want to stay, you can't stay! Only! The most! Lonely! Lonely!

"I haven't finished talking about gentleness! Only! Remaining! Leaving! Song—"

Who hasn't had a heart-wrenching goodbye?

Who hasn't had the moment when it was so painful and so powerless that he almost wanted to die immediately?

This song is like a dark fire burning under the iron basin, without the warm and dazzling color, but the temperature is **** and fiery astonishingly.

So everyone roared, what if I couldn't sing, I just needed a song to cry!

"Before the heart breaks! One! Second! Hug each other in silence.

"Send you with a heartbeat...Bitter and bitter away from the song..."

In the struggling and neighing singing, Yu Lan heard the scolding of the man and woman in a trance.

"Why didn't you protect your sister to go to Yangliu?!"

"How did the family raise such an ungrateful creature like you!"

"Wings are wild, aren't they? You should take good care of her in your life!"

Yes...Yes...I think so too.

I want it too! !

There was never a single rebuke that would make Yu Lan unable to find the slightest reason to refute.

He was overwhelmed with powerlessness and self-blame.

"Can't see forever, hear...

"Leave...song..."

On June 25, my parents called one after another.

Insulting, scolding, everything.

It's just that there is no happy birthday.

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