number one idol

Chapter 107 No one knows me (please subscribe)

At night, starry sky.

The moonlight revealing half of the clouds poured on the Chunyu Stadium.

Hazy.

inside the field.

It was a deafening noise.

The little queen's performance was over, and everyone was still immersed in the singing.

"This song is really good!"

"Yeah, it feels a bit like Zhang Ya."

"Today's concert is really satisfying."

"Hurry up and present the awards, I really want to see who the best singer of the year is for!"

"Why isn't Young Master Hua coming out?"

The audience chatted and chatted, only a few people noticed that there was a singer missing.

"Is there another show?"

"Seems to be."

"Who else is missing?"

Everyone seems to have forgotten He Xiao.

In fact, it was normal. After all, he hadn't shown his face since the second round. It had been more than an hour and a half since he disappeared from the stage.

The scolding war on the Internet continues.

Netizens are still angry!
"If Lee Sung Wook wins the first place today, I will never watch this show again!"

"Why does Little Fresh Meat have more votes than professional singers?"

"I feel like IQ has been insulted!"

"I beg a dark horse to crush Li Sung-wook!"

"..."

"..."

Fans on the Internet are busy tearing up.

The audience at the scene was busy guessing who would win the award.

No one noticed that the lights on the dome were still shining brightly after the little queen left the stage.

A not very tall figure stepped onto the stage.

He was dressed very strangely, the left side of the clothes was black, and the right side was white, giving the first impression of being very evil.

In this performance, he didn't carry a guitar, but put one hand in his trouser pocket, staggered a little, and walked onto the stage alone.

The members of the Yinhe band did not know where they hid, and he was the only one left on the huge stage.

Click click!

All the overhead lights suddenly went out.

In the darkness, only a beam of light shone on him, which was blurry.

Xiao Wangnian couldn't help but said: "Can he do it?"

An Miaoxuan was also skeptical: "That's right, just having a cold is not conducive to performance."

Zhang Ya's eyes gradually lit up, and she didn't know where the confidence came from: "He can do it!"

The two mentors were stunned. They had already seen that Zhang Ya's attitude towards He Xiao was different from other contestants. She seemed to be very optimistic about He Xiao.

Behind the monitor, Wang Shi sighed: "I hope he can really finish singing this song."

What He Xiao got was a bad cold, not to mention his weakness, and his voice was also affected. Under such conditions, it was too difficult to complete a song sung at the concert.

On the dark stage, under the only beam of light.

He Xiao lowered his head, put one hand in his pocket, and stood on the edge of the corner, and the lonely picture suddenly rushed to his face.

His appearance made no waves, no one noticed him, and no one applauded him.

Gradually, He Xiao felt that the surrounding scene became blurred, and those voices were chaotic and mixed, and gradually disappeared in his ears.

He could see everyone opening their mouths, but he couldn't hear their voices.

He can see everyone's appearance, but he can't make any movements.

It seemed that they couldn't see He Xiao either, or that He Xiao had turned transparent.

He doesn't seem to belong to this world anymore.

being alone.

isolated.

In the black and white picture, He Xiao has a lot to say, wants to vent, but can't find the outlet.

Perhaps now, no one is willing to listen to him.

Unknowingly, he thought of his former self.

"Dong dong!"

Sudden.

The prelude to the strange song broke the black and white world.

Those noisy voices all came back to my ears.

The scene around He Xiao became clear again.

He was pulled back to reality.

Hu Bo and others appeared at the end of the stage, playing the accompaniment of the song for him.

Two dull piano sounds sounded one after the other, like a lonely man's self-report, circling and reverberating.

After two seconds of feeling sad, He Xiao sighed silently, and finally put the microphone to his mouth.

"Someone asked me."

"I'll tell."

"But no one came."

"I look forward to helplessness."

"I have something to say."

"Can't get loaded."

He Xiao's hoarse and lonely voice reverberated throughout the stadium through the strong treble bass, which lingered for a long time.

Everyone was stunned.

This is a Cantonese song.

But what does the lyrics mean?
Some people don't understand, but they can clearly feel the feeling of desolation and loneliness filling their hearts, and the hoarse and vicissitudes of life echoed in their ears.

There were also people who understood, and their expressions were moved at the moment, staring blankly at the lonely singer on the stage in front of them.

This line of lyrics sang He Xiao's present, but also the past.

For so many years, he has been like a spring pressed to the bottom, a longbow fully drawn, waiting for the contact point that triggers the burst of his energy.

However, this touch point has not come for a long time, no one appreciates him, and there is no audience who is willing to be him.

Many people were involuntarily sad with his singing.

"My mood is like the bottle cap is being lifted."

"The mouth grows moss."

I really want to sing!

I really want to act!

You give me a chance, okay?

Come and see me, okay?
There are only two or three lines of lyrics, but what He Xiao wants to say and his attitude are expressed vividly.

In the tutor group, for some reason, Xiao Wangnian fell silent.

Xu Tianheng was also speechless in a daze.

At this moment, no one will pay attention to He Xiao, and no one will ignore him.

Every audience, including those before the live broadcast, was attracted by his voice, listening to him narrate his heart, and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

He Xiao was singing and everyone was listening.

Even Hu Bo and others who played the accompaniment were in a heavy mood at this moment.

They have rehearsed this song before, but they have never been touched like today.

He Xiao's voice was at its peak before, and the singing voice he sang was very clean and crisp, but it always felt a little less flavorful.

But at this time, after He Xiao got a bad cold, his slightly hoarse voice didn't affect the song at all. On the contrary, it made people feel that this song is like this, and this is the most correct way to open it.

"I didn't expect this cold to help him."

Hu Bo's expression was astonishment, and he laughed and accompanied seriously in the rear.

The sound of the piano sounded, and the evil style of music impacted the hearts of every audience.

He Xiao raised his head and stared at the last row of auditorium in the distance.

"The crowd becomes quieter inside."

"It's becoming more and more indifferent."

"I'm going to make an accident myself."

He doesn't want to be the background board of others all the time. Everyone is the protagonist in life, and everyone has the right to show themselves.

So when he came to the stage of "The Voice of Dreams", he urgently used one classic song after another to prove himself. He wanted to catch everyone's attention, make everyone pay attention to him, and admire him!
"Like singing suddenly."

"Anywhere is like a four-sided platform."

"Wearing the most flashy shirt, she looks very emotional."

"When someone comes to take a picture, remember to put it in your pocket!"

Therefore, he wants to sing loudly, he wants to sing loudly!
Even if he is not feeling well, even if he has a bad cold, he is unwilling to continue oblivious to the crowd.

He doesn't want to be a little transparent anymore, he wants to wear the most shining clothes, outshine all the stars, and shock everyone's eyes!
Whether you say I am exaggerating or showing off, this is me, the real me!

He Xiao's right hand is always in his pocket, and he never took it out. This kind of action is only matched with the black and white costume, creating a vivid and exaggerated feeling.

The audience stared at him blankly, savoring his world and his heart.

The evil melody was like a long sword drawn out of its sheath. After a slight pause, the gust of wind and rain struck again.

The volume rose steadily like a rocket, He Xiao flicked his upper body, and the high-pitched part blurted out.

"You take me for exaggeration!"

"Exaggeration is only because I am afraid!"

"Words like wood and stone get noticed!"

"Actually, I'm afraid of being forgotten, so let's zoom in and act!"

"Uneasy how to be elegant!"

"Does the world still celebrate silence?"

"Not explosive enough—"

"How can there be a topic that makes me boast as a big entertainer!!"

"what!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)