You got leaves in your teeth...
1516 Words
Everyone has a story.
Some stories are plain, some stories are wonderful, some stories are logical, some stories are twists and turns.
Lu Yihong, who won the Golden Ox Award for Best Actor, certainly has a story to tell.
He wanted to be a singer!
He has loved singing since he was a child, and has dreamed of becoming the king of singing who commands the rain and makes fans scream on stage.
It is a pity that his voice is broken, and no matter what song will be out of tune, it is difficult to really sing all.
Maybe irrigated by those motivational speeches on the radio, maybe deceived by the bestselling chicken soup about how dreams can't be beaten by reality and you have to go after them, somehow inflated.
Inflated never felt like a bad singer.
And then...
In the eighteenth year, I learned a little guitar, and I resolutely went to the big city of Yanjing to prepare to learn as a wandering singer like my predecessors, dreaming of being discovered by a singer and then becoming famous.
And, of course, he wrote a song that now sounds like bullshit called "Dreamers," gloating...
Of course, fantasy is beautiful, reality is always cruel.
As a wandering singer for three years, tasted all kinds of warmth and bitterness, and finally the opportunity did come, but it came to his companions, and he...
The Bo Le looked at his face, then touched his chin, and finally asked him if the $300 package would come for a night.
He naturally refused angrily, how could he sell his chrysanthemum and dignity!
Then he got cold.
That bole left a sentence, "You can sing like this, unless the world singers are dead!"
Bullshit. What singer would be impressed by someone with a broken voice and no talent?
It's not tinnitus or Alzheimer's.
Lu Yihong was deeply hit, and finally after carefully listening to his own songs, smashed the guitar, self-pity to the reality of this son of a b***h bow.
Lu Yihong now think, those years he is indeed a failure, and failure in the end of the failure.
Fortunately, he has no talent, no talent, but he has a face.
Although, he didn't want to.
But eventually he went to eat by his face...
Well, it's a sad story.
"That's the person I miss so much day and night
How am I supposed to express this
Will she accept me
Maybe I'll never say that to her
I'm destined to wander the world
How can you care..."
The moon slowly climbed into the night sky, giving this piece of large scattered a burst of silver, while the moonlight shone through the window on Lu Yuan, making Lu Yuan appear particularly sacred, as if bathed in a strange light.
Lu Yuan played the prelude and then began to sing earnestly.
Li Qing and Wei fat son two people dumbfounded to look at Lu Yuan, the moment of Lu Yuan and last night on the street disorderly high that person is completely different.
At this moment, Lu Yuan is very serious, singing is enough to give strength, and then with the birth of the strong voice, so that two people are really like ghosts.
This young man playing the guitar is that f*****g barbarian?
Is that the smoking, drinking, outrageous landlubber?
Are you kidding me?!
Well, in short, their impression of Lu Yuan is a vulgar, almost bad, such a character.
Even in front of Lu Yuan, they all felt that such a person was quite noble.
However, when Lu Yuan picked up the guitar and acted like a literary youth, Lu Yuan's whole temperament began to change again.
Good at guitar, good at singing.
Lu Yuan originally just wanted to finish singing this song, but singing, Lu Yuan remembered the past.
That damn first love!
To tell the truth, Lu Yuan has never been a literary and artistic youth, at best, he is just a revolutionary youth.
Even the song "Old Boy" is also learned by Lu Yuan in order to express himself in front of the goddess and pretend to be artistic.
However, the university career is always so short, and the reality is so cruel, the road to chase the goddess is long and far, at least the land is the middle road collapsed.
People are always young, always in love.
Naturally, Lu Yuan has been young, Lu Yuan has also loved, and has been unable to sleep.
Because of this experience, Lu Yuan immersed in the song of the old boy, from the beginning just casually skilled playing into the memories of the past and emotion.
This feeling, so the feelings came.
Wang Jinxue looked at Lu Yuan in the moonlight.
In the hall, Wang Yingxue began to be a little trance, she seemed to see a young man's dream, the vision of the future, experiencing the step by step Kanter fall, and then sigh, sad...
This is really a song with heart.
Lu Yuan is indeed a talented young man.
Perhaps, he will personally see a shining star rising in Lu Yuan?
As for Lu Yihong is to close his eyes and nose some sour, others may feel that the song is just a good point, there are feelings, but he feels that the song pierced his heart, let him think of the past himself.
All are struggle, all are despair, all are disappointed, but they are so persistent, and they are so hard.
And then...
And helpless to give up.
"Youth is like a rushing river
I can't say goodbye until I get back
I was left numb
Without the blood of the past
Look at the flowers floating in the sky
Fading in its most beautiful moment
Who will remember the world that it came to..."
** Part of Lu Yuan sang very hoarse.
He actually stood up holding the guitar hand also began to tremble slightly, a good voice, a good song, a story, completely unlike the previous "invisible wings" as broken sound, although not good singing, but this song is still a complete show.
At this moment, Wang Yingxue held his breath, as if he was afraid that his breathing would disturb Lu Yuan's voice.
Lu Yihong's hand slightly shivered, some excited, and even red eyes.
Wei Fatty and Li Qing is still that a pair of ghosts hard to believe their ears.
Damn it, Luman, you're going to heaven!
Can we still be a bunch of thugs?
...............................................................
Even the best song, even the longest song has to end.
The song is over.
Then Lu Yuan exhaled and carefully put the guitar away, and looked up 45 degrees at the window.
Night wreathed, moonlight just, is the beautiful scenery of the day.
This series of actions made Lu Yuan very satisfied.
Catharsis at the same time, but also with a little bit of talent and a sense of stifling and pretending.
Pretend to be very cool, will be a talented literary youth interpretation of the very smooth flow.
He even wanted to give himself a thumbs up if no one was watching.
He had thought about this scene many times before he was reborn...
However, before the rebirth, "Old Boy" was really sung badly, and there were too many talents, and Lu Yuan's voice at that time was ordinary and had no taste. Therefore, this kind of pretend situation can only think about, and can not cause half a dime of shock and surprise...
But things are different now.
At least Lu Yihong, Wang Jinxue, and two goods brother Wei Fatty and Li Qing were deeply impressed by themselves.
There was no applause, of course. There was silence.
Everyone seemed to enjoy the song's aftertaste.
Everything was perfect.
Lu Yuan still maintained that action, and even smiled at the corners of his mouth, waiting for the tidal wave of praise.
Of course, if everyone praises, he will modestly say something like: "Nothing, normal operation normal operation", "nothing", "I am not so strong." "Modest, modest. I've always been a modest person, low-key..." The kind that will make the force escalate again.
Of course, the expression on the face can not be too proud, at least to be gentle and elegant, peaceful as doing what small things in general.
This is perfect.
Just then...
"That... A Yuan That..." Fat Wei swallowed the saliva.
'What?
"Did you forget to brush your teeth this morning?"
"??"
"That... I don't know if I should say..."
"What are you trying to say?
"I think I see leaves between your teeth... A good deal Uh, hey."
"......"
The moonlight is still so bright, still so beautiful.
The wonder of the imagination, the words of praise did not come out.
Lu Yuan closed his mouth, turned his head, and then his face suddenly turned blue and purple, staring at Wei Fatty with a blank face.
He closed his eyes.
At this moment, all Lu Yuan's emotions were transformed into a very polite word.
If not quality, he would like to say...
I bought a watch last year.
- Writer
