As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 75 The Dragon King of East China Sea is your relative? (Please give me a monthly ticket to follow up on my reading)
On the stage.

On weekends, he wore a simple black T-shirt and washed-out jeans, carrying an acoustic guitar on stage.

Fresh and clean.

"Damn it, I almost forgot. It was Xiao Xianrou who debuted on the weekend. This simple outfit really makes me look so handsome."

"No way. Is he planning to sing seriously this time?"

"He is so serious, it makes me a little uncomfortable."

The eyes of the audience brightened up. This seemed to be the first time they saw such a serious appearance on the weekend.

There are no fancy costumes, no suona and erhu.

Just a person and a guitar.

Watching him sit down on the chair, it seemed as if the air around him had become quieter and less hot.

Quiet.

Everyone looked at the stage quietly, watching him plug in the guitar and press the first chord.

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

"It made me cry~"

"It's not just the wine last night~"

"It makes me reluctant to leave~"

"It's not just your gentleness~"

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

"How long do we have to go~"

"You hold my hand~"

"It makes me feel embarrassed~"

"It's the freedom of struggle~"

Chengdu is more like a small-town girl who was a childhood sweetheart. There are no high-rise buildings in the metropolis, only the smell of fireworks in the streets and alleys.

"The separation is always in September~"

"Memories are the sorrow of longing~"

"The tender green weeping willows in late autumn~"

"Kiss my forehead~"

But young and free hearts always yearn for the neon lights of the metropolis, and small-town girls will one day become soft memories.

"In that rainy little town~"

"I never forget you~"

"Chengdu~"

"The only thing I can't take away is you~"

The quiet scene seemed to be brought into memories by the weekend's low singing.

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

Just like Fang Tangjing, he jumped out and then jumped back.

Repeatedly tugging at your emotions and tugging at your heartstrings.

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

At this time, Weekend on the stage changed his position, putting his left foot down and raising his right foot.

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

“It won’t stop until all the lights go out~”

"You will hold my sleeve~"

"I will put my hands in my trouser pockets~"

“Go to the end of Yulin Road~”

"Sitting at the door of the tavern~"

This chorus, with the force of four ounces, easily evoked the memories of everyone present.

Because such a person remembers a city.

Memories are beautiful, but maybe not every beautiful memory can have a happy ending.

But in the lyrics, the memory just stops at the most beautiful moment.

Just right, just right.

Amidst the singing that came 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 serious singing on weekends could be so lethal."

"This is a real folk song. It doesn't require high notes to show off skills. A story and an experience are enough."

"This is definitely the best ballad I've heard this year. It feels like first love."

“I sing about Chengdu, but I miss the people~”

"From now on, if anyone says that he can't write serious songs on weekends, I will slap him with this song~"

At this time, Weekend on stage once again repeated simple melody and plain lyrics.

"The separation is always in September~"

"Memories are the sorrow of longing~" "The green weeping willows in late autumn~"

"Kiss my forehead~"

The catchy melody made the audience hum along after listening to it once.

Gradually, what started as a few people singing along soon turned into a chorus.

"In that rainy little town~"

"I never forget you~"

"Chengdu~"

"The only thing I can't take away is you~"

Rumble.

The faint thunder was actually drowned out 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 never appeared, suddenly walked onto the stage with a group of children.

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

"Don't stay until all the lights go out~"

"You will hold my sleeve~"

"I will put my hands in my trouser pockets~"

"Walk to the end of Yulin Road~"

"Sitting at the door of the tavern~"

The immature children's voice symbolizes the beauty of that memory, making everyone trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

The song ended, but the scene was still eerily quiet.

"Ah~"

At the scene, someone didn't know who sighed.

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

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

"ended?"

"Is this the end?"

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

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

on site.

Everyone felt a little disappointed when they returned to reality from their memories.

This weekend scene was more like a collective hypnosis, awakening the beautiful memories in the hearts of everyone present.

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

Click!

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

Rumble!
After the lightning, there was a deafening thunder.

Everyone at the scene was shocked to find that there were already dark clouds over the stadium.

"Fuck!!!"

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

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

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

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

"How can I have no culture, I'll go all over the world with one word!"

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

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

Swish!
Everyone looked at Weekend on the stage in horror and disbelief.

The weather station's face was swollen from his beating.

Do you want to be so wicked?
Could it be that the Dragon King of East China Sea is a relative of his family?

Backstage.

Everyone turned their heads subconsciously and stared at Chen Yu without blinking.

Whoa!
The cold sweat on Chen Yu's forehead kept dripping down like rain outside.

"This... this is impossible!"

Looking at the increasingly heavy rain outside, Chen Yu roared hysterically, his face pale.

Outside the stadium.

The security guard looked up at the sky and muttered: "Xianren Banban, is there really such a thing as evil?"

"Mo~"

The buffalo tied to the railing snorted, as if he had some premonition and was slightly excited.

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