The previous program of "Famous in the World" not only put a lot of effort into the stage design, but also the costumes of the performers were of a professional standard. But maybe the next program will be a collaboration between Dong Xiaowan and Chen Yifei, so the stage The audience below was not very interested, and even eagerly awaited the group of girls with long legs and big breasts to come down quickly.
The last program before "Famous" is Cannon Fodder.
And all the programs ranked after "Famous in the World" are destined to be cannon fodder.
When the host announced the performance and entered the backstage gracefully, the crowd of tens of thousands of people suddenly fell silent.
The stage is still the same stage.
But the gorgeous scenery on the stage has been taken down, leaving behind a simple and plain background.
After the lights dimmed for about three minutes, the stage suddenly became brighter.
The majestic and heroic music quickly floated into the ears of the audience.
The first thing that came into view was Dong Xiaowan, who was sitting upright and playing. She was wearing a white gauze skirt, her long silky hair was draped behind her head, and her pure and beautiful face without makeup was full of solemnity and seriousness, but the beauty and flawlessness between her eyebrows , but can’t escape her classmates who fall in love with her.
She is extremely proficient in this piece of music and has even figured out the artistic conception of it.
Desolate.
have.
Confused.
There are also.
There is determination, heroism, and sadness.
Many emotions burst out from the fingers, shocking the heart and lungs.
As soon as Dong Xiaowan appeared, the audience screamed.
But soon, the well-educated audience stopped screaming and applauding and listened carefully to the prelude performance of this low-key but famous talented woman.
Wow.
A beam of light hit a blind spot on the stage. When everyone was quietly listening to Dong Xiaowan's piano, Chen Yifei appeared on the stage without any surprise.
His appearance was not surprising. There were no gimmicks or fancy special arrangements. He just walked to the front desk calmly and grandly.
Wearing a well-tailored white suit, he stood upright on the stage and gently held the microphone.
Just by appearing on stage, the women in the audience screamed wildly.
This man is so handsome.
Even if you don't move or smile, just standing so simply and calmly can make people dizzy and unable to calm down.
With a smile on his face, he raised his arms at the end of the prelude and sang loudly:
When will gray hair grow long?
Let’s walk and watch the bright moon.
And laugh and sigh at the dimness.
Looking back, the road ahead is boundless.
Yunfei's clothes are flying.
The clouds live in each side.
Walking alone in a thousand mountains and laughing.
People are sparse and don't look at each other.
It doesn't matter if it's just one person.
He looks like a man from the old days, smiling all night long.
Qinghui Fengmu Zang.
Hai Tianlong fights Xue Xuanhuang.
Unify civil and military forces and share responsibilities.
The bright moon is as white as frost.
The universe is hidden in your heart, and you step on the yin and yang.
Pour the cup to the glorious funeral.
The cool breeze makes the night cool.
Laughing at the absurdity of youth.
Isn't it a waste of spring?
Green plums cooked in wine will be fragrant for thousands of years.
Young people, light-hearted.
Let the past go.
Wherever there is frost, who hears the king's madness?
The romance is shocking.
The road is long and the scenery can be enjoyed by one person.
Eyebrows raised, dreaming for a while.
A piece of calligraphy.
My name will spread all over the world, and the world of mortals will no longer exist.
It’s just a dream.
Walking alone in a thousand mountains and laughing.
People are sparse and don't look at each other.
It doesn't matter if one person is alone.
He looks like a man from the old days, smiling all night long.
Fengliu is astounding...the song only lasts four minutes, but it has the audience in the audience mesmerized.
The audience never thought that this perfect man's voice could be so mellow, nor did they expect that the collaboration between Dong Xiaowan and Chen Yifei could achieve such amazing results.
A piano, a microphone, and a man and a woman gave a perfect performance on this stage without unnecessary embellishments.
The song is over.
The audience in the audience couldn't help but shouted their names loudly, mixed with encouragement and pleas for another song.
The cheers continued for a long time, and even the host did not dare to step onto the stage at this time.
They are afraid.
Afraid of being booed by the audience.
Afraid of being hit by the audience.
After the performance, Dong Xiaowan slowly stood up from the chair, walked slowly to Chen Yifei, and bowed to the audience in unison.
"Thanks."
The two said in a tacit understanding.
"One more song, one more song."
"Chen Yifei, I love you to death."
"Mr. Chen, I want to marry you and give you a child."
"Xiaowan, you are the only goddess in my life."
"Xiaowan, I will wait for you forever."
The audience was buzzing with excitement, but the unfazed couple on the stage just nodded to everyone with smiles on their faces.
At this time, seeing that the protagonist on the stage showed no signs of playing another song, he walked up bravely.
"The performances of the two were so wonderful that I even forgot to go on stage and continue hosting." The host forcibly changed the topic.
Although the host was quite skilled, the crowd was full of excitement. He was still booed by many men and women, and some even viciously told him to step down from the crowd. This made the host quite embarrassed and restless.
The two protagonists did not respond, so naturally they could only turn around and leave the stage amid the audience's sighs of regret.
But as soon as she turned around, Dong Xiaowan heard Chen Yifei's weak voice.
"Can you give me a hand?"
Dong Xiaowan was slightly startled, and when she glanced over, she saw that Chen Yifei was sweating profusely, and his handsome face was as pale as paper, as if he might collapse to the ground at any time.
She quickly held Chen Yifei's arm and walked backstage step by step.
Most people didn't notice this small movement that happened when he was about to leave the stage, but Lin Ze keenly captured it.
He was curious, so he walked backstage.
At the same time, a black shadow also followed him.
"It's you." Lin Ze tilted his head slightly and asked curiously.
"He's going to die." Qiu Fei, who was wearing a loose black coat, said in a slightly trembling tone.
He was injured.
After he killed all the eighty European killers, he was seriously injured.
He had no extra strength.
He should have received treatment as soon as possible.
But he still came, unable to appreciate Chen Yifei's wonderful performance, but had to send him off for the last time.
"Chen Yifei." Lin Ze frowned slightly.
"Yeah." Qiu Fei nodded.
Lin Ze's heart suddenly sank and he quickened his pace.
..."What's wrong with you?" Dong Xiaowan asked with concern on her face, and helped Chen Yifei sit on a chair backstage.
There was more and more cold sweat on Chen Yifei's forehead, but the pain in his body did not decrease because of rest.
But he stubbornly maintained the smile on his face, even though the smile was stiff and weird, he did not reveal his bad side.
"I'm a little uncomfortable, just take a rest." Chen Yifei forced a smile, his face became paler, and his clear eyes became cloudy and lifeless.
"You can't do this, otherwise I will send you to see a doctor." Dong Xiaowan said anxiously.
She could see that Chen Yifei was suffering from great pain.
But she didn't understand that Chen Yifei was fine before. His singing was so sonorous and powerful, but why did he become so weak as soon as he stepped off the stage?
"No need." Chen Yifei said with a smile, "Xiaowan, can you pour me a cup of hot water? I'll just take a sip of hot water."
"Okay, okay." Dong Xiaowan carefully put a blanket in her hand on Chen Yifei's leg and said, "I'll be right away."
After Dong Xiaowan left, Chen Yifei exhaled softly. He raised his heavy arm and took out an old, yellowed photo from his pocket.
He always kept a smile on his face, and no matter how much pain he endured, he never conveyed his negative emotions to others.
This has always been his life principle.
There is a yellowing old photo of a man and a woman, leaning on each other and looking at the camera with sweet expressions. They are clearly a loving couple.
This old photo was found in the book left by my mother.
No name, no explanation.
But Chen Yifei, who has never met his parents, knows that he is his parents.
His father is handsome and dashing, and her mother is gentle and generous, exactly like the parents Chen Yifei imagined.
Chen Yifei gently rubbed the man and woman in the photo, and the smile on his face became stronger, but his clear and bright eyes gradually dimmed.
Slowly, Chen Yifei's breathing became rapid and low, and the hand holding the photo stubbornly tightened his grip... "Dad, Mom,..." He was as angry as a gossamer, as if he had removed a heavy shell, and was lonely and helpless. Sukechi murmured, "My son misses you..."
His hand didn't loosen.
However, his head leaned toward his chest until his chin completely touched his chest, and he finally breathed his last breath.
...pop.
A crisp shattering sound sounded from the background.
Dong Xiaowan looked confused and sad.
She had never seen a dead person, but how could she not see the meaning behind Chen Yifei's appearance.
She just didn't understand how this perfect man with no flaws could die like this.
Thump thump.
There were hurried footsteps behind him. Lin Ze blocked Dong Xiaowan's shoulders, who looked confused, with his arms and comforted him: "It's okay, it's okay."
"He...he's dead." Dong Xiaowan looked at Lin Ze with her beautiful big eyes and asked in disbelief.
Lin Ze pondered for a long time and nodded: "Yes."
"how so,."
"He has finished his last duty in his life." Lin Ze gently stared at Chen Yifei, who had his head lowered. "Maybe, he is really too tired."
Dong Xiaowan was extremely sad, her vision gradually blurred, and she buried her face in Lin Ze's chest, unable to bear to look at it.
Qiu Fei stared at Chen Yifei on the chair with desolation and pity, his chapped lips opened slightly, and he said sadly and regretfully: "This beautiful lady..."
