Chapter Five Hundred and Five 'Ten Thousand People Called' (5)
The cold night wind was still blowing, trying to fill the huge empty area. Although the various shouts seemed to have echoes because of the open space, it might also be because of this that the sounds spread wider.
Many people noticed the attraction. Some people were not satisfied with watching at home, but walked to the scene, wanting to feel the more enthusiastic atmosphere.
"It's so noisy! This moon is so annoying!" She threw the book in her hand aside, and Yang Xiaomei couldn't help but screamed. She covered her ears tightly with both hands, trying to scare Yue Yingfeng away.
The sound of the concert being held is so insulated from my ears.[]
"What's wrong?" At this time, the door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses walked in. When he saw his daughter's appearance, he said confidently: "Is there any math problem that I can't do?
?Come! Dad will teach you!"
Smiling, the middle-aged man closed the door, walked to his daughter's side, bent down and helped Yang Xiaomei pick up the math book, patted it a few times, put it on his daughter's desk, and looked at it with a smile.
Yang Xiaomei.
"Dad! It's not because of the math problems!" Yang Xiaomei looked at her father, pouted in dissatisfaction, pointed in the direction of Yue Yingfeng's concert, and couldn't help but grumbled: "It's all this moon's fault.
Concert! It’s so noisy! It’s so noisy that people can’t study! Is there any way dad can stop him from holding a concert? Is it okay to call the police and say he’s disturbing the public?”
After listening to Yang Xiaomei's words, the middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and patted Yang Xiaomei's shoulder, "Xiaomei! Are you too concerned about Moon?"
"Who... who cares about his affairs? I hate him the most! He abandons his wife and daughter! It's best if such a person dies!" Upon hearing what her father said, Yang Xiaomei immediately retorted.
Seeing his daughter's excessive reaction, the middle-aged man showed a faint smile and continued: "But, Dad, I really can't hear Moon singing in your room!"
"What? You lied to me! How could you not hear it?" When Yang Xiaomei heard her father say this, her first reaction was that her father had lied to her.
After hearing Yang Xiaomei say that she lied to her, the middle-aged man smiled and shook his head helplessly, putting his hands on Yang Xiaomei's shoulders: "Xiaomei! Relax a little, try to relax a little! If you listen again, you can still hear it.
The song of the moon?"
Yang Xiaomei listened to her father's words, closed her eyes, and tried to relax her body.
After feeling Yang Xiaomei's body gradually relax, the middle-aged man asked with a smile: "How is it? Can you still hear the moon's voice?"
"Hey! It's really gone! How could it be like this?" Soon, Yang Xiaomei opened her eyes, looking at her father with curiosity and confusion.
"Haha! They say you take Moon's affairs too seriously!" The middle-aged man laughed, let go of his hands, and ignored Yang Xiaomei who looked at him with an annoyed look because of these words, but smiled.
I took a look at Yang Xiaomei's room.
"Dad! Stop talking. Moon is the one I hate the most! I hate him so much now!" Yang Xiaomei covered her ears with her hands, her mouth seemed to be in repeat mode, and she kept saying these few words.
sentence.
When the middle-aged man saw this, he was not angry but pulled Yang Xiaomei's hands down. Then he looked at the angry Yang Xiaomei and smiled slightly and said: "Xiaomei! The opposite of love is not hate! It's indifference! You say
If you hate moon so much, it can only prove how much you once liked moon, but it cannot prove anything else! Moreover, you will only make it harder for yourself! "
Looking at Yang Xiaomei who was deep in thought, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and patted the wall, waking up Yang Xiaomei from deep thought.
After reacting, Yang Xiaomei was a little puzzled when she saw her father's behavior.
"Where are the posters here? You've been hanging them up for four years, and now you suddenly don't see them. I feel a little uncomfortable! Haha! Don't rush to say it. No matter how you deal with it, it's your business.
! But you have to think about it, does your handling of this match the hatred you mentioned? Think about it for yourself! I’m going out to listen to this concert! After all, you won’t be able to hear such a high-level concert in the future!”
After that, the middle-aged man walked out of the room, leaving behind Yang Xiaomei who was stunned and speechless.
Glancing at the wall, I saw that there was a place where the color was much darker than the surrounding areas. Yang Xiaomei silently took out a crumpled poster from the drawer, and silently unfolded the poster. It was Yueying.
On Feng's third album, Yueying Feng in white is standing there with a smile, and behind him are two Yueying Feng with different hairstyles standing there in white.
"Things are ever-changing? Then you can tell me which one is the real you! Okay?" Yang Xiaomei murmured to herself as she stared into Yue Yingfeng's bright star eyes.
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"How is Hyomi doing?"
Seeing the middle-aged man come out, Yang Xiaomei's mother walked up with concern and glanced at the closed door of Yang Xiaomei's room worriedly.
"Haha! It's okay! Just like a beautiful broken love, there will always be a green and astringent feeling. So! You don't have to worry! I believe Xiaomei's mood will get better tonight!"
The middle-aged man put his arm around his wife's shoulders with a confident look on his face, as if he didn't care.
"You! Don't you care about your daughter at all?"
Her husband's words undoubtedly meant that she was relieved, but when she saw her husband's attitude, Yang Xiaomei's mother couldn't help but push her husband in anger.
"I went in to enlighten her just because I cared about her..."
Before the middle-aged man finished speaking, Yang Xiaomei's door suddenly opened. Yang Xiaomei walked out with a poster in her hand. She didn't even say hello when she saw them, and ran straight to the house.
balcony.
"Hyomi! What's wrong with you?"
A middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman who were afraid that Yang Xiaomei was confused hurriedly walked up to them. When they saw Yang Xiaomei standing there blankly, they asked cautiously.
"I'm listening to music!" Yang Hyo-mi unfolded the poster in her hand, glanced at the poster, and then looked at the Suwon Athletic University with lights soaring into the sky not far away and murmured.
"Yes! When I think about such a high-level concert, it's a pity that I won't be able to hear it in the future!" The middle-aged man reached out and patted Yang Xiaomei on the shoulder and said with a slight smile.
But Yang Xiaomei's heart had already drifted to the concert. Her whole mind was attracted by Yue Yingfeng's singing. She even couldn't help but follow the beat and Yue Yingfeng's rhythm, and softly sang the lyrics that she had already learned by heart.
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Extending shadows juxtaposed on the red brick road
Walking side by side with you late at night
Always hold hands tightly as long as I can be by your side
I was so moved that I almost cried
The wind has become cold and has the smell of winter
This street is about to reach the season where we can be close to you
The first snowflakes of the year are approaching us
During this time of looking at
Full of blissful joy without coquettishness and vulnerability
I just love you from the bottom of my heart
As long as you are here no matter what happens
There will always be feelings that can be overcome
I pray that days like this will last forever
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On the stage, Yue Yingfeng had changed his electric guitar into a keyboard, using the sound of the keyboard to simulate the sound of a piano. He was sitting in the center of the stage. Under the light, he looked like an elf in the snow. , the original expression of her eyes cannot be seen under the strong light with her long hanging hair, her slender fingers slowly beat on the black and white keys, thinking about the person in her heart, and slowly sang the song written for her - " Snow Flower".
The fans in the audience were very quiet, not even waving the light sticks in their hands. Because everyone was moved by Yue Yingfeng's singing. Listening to Yue Yingfeng's singing, it was like a painting appeared in their eyes, and the two of them held each other tightly. Hugging each other in the snow, listening to the heartbeat of existence, leaning against each other.
A good song and a good singer can tightly capture the hearts and minds of all listeners, allowing them to slowly integrate into their own singing, allowing them to understand the emotions they want to express.
The beginning of "Snow Flower" is a touch of sadness, just like the ending is like a sip of bitter tea, leaving an ending full of suspense and fantasy, all of which will turn into a drop of tears, slowly falling from the eyes. Pass away, even if you lose your lover, don’t be too sad, because the person you love will live in your heart forever and turn into an eternal memory, just like the snowflakes in winter, they will never disappear and will only be remembered. Just a touch of sadness.
The slender fingers slowly stopped, leaving only a faint but lingering aftertaste in each other's hearts. Yue Yingfeng slowly opened her eyes, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands, stood up and faced the audience. The recovered fans bowed.
One person, two people, three people, countless people applauded. At this moment, all the applause was dedicated to the long-haired man on the stage...
Yang Xiaomei also felt that her eyes were moist, and she let the drops of eyes escape from her eyes and fell to the ground along her cheeks, breaking into pieces.
"Why? Why can he sing such beautiful music, but he is also such a person?" This question is both a question to himself and the father around him.
"You have to find the answer yourself! But there is a saying, please remember, if the songs a singer sings cannot move him or bring him into that artistic conception, then he cannot move other people. !You just shed tears!"
The middle-aged man smiled slightly, reached out and patted his daughter on the shoulder, handed a leaflet to his daughter, and then left with his wife on his arm, leaving Yang Xiaomei a space to think quietly.
If you can't move yourself, you won't be able to move others... Looking at Yue Yingfeng on the poster, Yang Xiaomei murmured what her father just said. Suddenly, her eyes burst into glory, and she hugged the poster with both hands. , before even having time to say hello to his parents, he rushed out of the house.
Hope it's not too late! Holding this poster and leaflet tightly, Yang Xiaomei's eyes were full of determination. No one can laugh at a person who lives seriously...
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"Shinoda, this set of swimsuit-themed writing is really nice!"
In the photography studio, after finishing the shooting, a photographer couldn't wait to sit in front of the computer and began to admire the series of pictures just now, and then said to the girl who was still wearing a swimsuit, highlighting her exquisite relief figure.
"Thank you! What time is it?" The girl named Shinoda nodded reservedly and took the clothes from the staff. Then she suddenly remembered something and shouted suddenly, scaring everyone around her.
One jump.
"Yeah! Half past seven! That's right! You haven't eaten yet! Are you free to have a meal with me? By the way, let's discuss some details of this set of photos!"
The photographer looked at Shinoda with a smile on his face. In fact, the so-called details were just a pretense. In fact, he wanted to have dinner with Shinoda and was not interested in drinking.
Upon hearing what the photographer said, the girl named Shinoda hadn't spoken yet, but the people around her started talking quietly: "Wow! Ma
K invited her to dinner! I really envy her!"
"Yeah! ma
K has been interested in her for a long time! I can see it!"
"I can't help it, who asks people to look beautiful!"
Discussions like this were heard one after another, and the name was ma
K's photographer didn't care either, he just looked at Shinoda with a stern look, full of confidence.
"Sorry! I already have a date! So I'm sorry! I'm going to change clothes first!" Who knows, Shinoda smiled slightly, shook his head, declined directly, and then walked into the changing room holding his clothes.
, ignoring ma’s face which has become a bit ugly.
k.
"What are you looking at? Why don't you go to work soon?" I felt the ridicule and teasing looks around me, ma
K shouted, and the people around him immediately dispersed, but the embarrassing feeling that made him did not dissipate, but instead became more intense.
"Thank you! You gave me another excuse to reject someone I hate! But I made a promise with you! I will definitely go! You have to wait for me!"
In the changing room, Shinoda took out a leaflet from his bag, smiled slightly, and lightly printed it with his two red lips...
"Dad! Drive faster! Forty minutes have passed!"
"Okay, okay! I'm not driving! Suwon Athletic University, right? Hey! I really don't understand why you young people like those celebrities so much? But most importantly, why do you want me to go too!"
"That's right! It's too bad that I haven't watched any TV series tonight! You! You agreed! In exchange for this, your next test score will be among the top five in the class!"
"I know! What I promised you will definitely come true!" After listening to her mother's words, the female student had a look of embarrassment on her face, but she still gritted her teeth and said bravely.
It was a lot more difficult for her whose name was wandering around, but when she thought of the man who was still working hard and fighting seriously for a battle that she knew was impossible, she was determined to make a serious effort for that man.
Because no one has the right to ridicule or deny those who work hard. This is what he said.
Even though the result has been settled and Yue Yingfeng's withdrawal from the entertainment industry has become an indisputable fact, there are still people rushing to Suwon Athletic University at this moment, just for that serious concert...
Suwon Athletic University.
Yue Yingfeng gasped slightly, feeling that his throat was dry for a while. After singing more than a dozen songs in a row, his throat was beginning to feel like it was burning. But even so, facing the microphone beside his mouth, Yue Yingfeng stretched out a
Fingers screamed loudly.
"What's the next song?"
""Nocturne"!" People in the audience shouted loudly, and every fan was extremely excited, because Yue Yingfeng was going to sing all the songs in the album tonight to complete his first and last
It was a concert only once, so in order to repay Yue Yingfeng for her seriousness, the fans in the audience also responded to Yue Yingfeng with serious enthusiasm.
"Well! I hope you will like the title song of the second album!" Yue Yingfeng nodded and said with a smile.
In response to Yue Yingfeng, all kinds of screams and shouts sounded again.
At this moment, in a corner of the venue, a man was hiding quietly and answering the phone.
"Yes! Boss! What are your orders?"
"Why haven't you taken action yet?" came a man's voice with a hint of irritation.
"I'm thinking it's the last concert anyway! After singing, Moon will quit the entertainment industry! Why should we kill them all!" The man smiled and said cautiously.
"Are you the boss now or am I the boss? Don't forget that you took my money! Get the job done quickly! Hehe! Otherwise you will know the consequences!" After saying this, the man on the other end of the phone
After saying these cruel words, he hung up the phone directly, without giving the man a chance to speak.
"Bah! If I were short of money, I would do such a heartless thing!" Looking at the cell phone showing the end of the call, the man couldn't help but cursed, and then glanced at the lively scene. The man hesitated for a while