Little milk dad big star

Chapter 237 When the Lights Come On
When the eighteen lights shrouded the high stage together, the bright light made people see the figure in the center clearly.

A pure white one-inch shirt, a purple-blue suit, a purple-blue tie, and a three-to-three-quarter-point elegant sunny hairstyle, fully interpreting the word fashion.

"So handsome, in a purple-blue outfit, looks so mysterious, so handsome"

"That hairstyle looks so fresh, I'm fascinated, what should I do, who will help me?"

"look forward to"

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When the photographer projected this scene on the huge screen, it immediately aroused heated discussions among many audience members at the scene.

Of course, there are many women among them, without him, a pair of sword eyebrows pierced into the bones, revealing a sharp edge, 1.8 meters tall, more than enough than the top, a pair of long legs, even girls envy, plus a purple Blue clothing completely expands this feeling infinitely.

As the slightly low-pitched accompaniment sounded second by second, Su Zimo, who was standing on the stage, waved at the figures in the auditorium, causing cheers and his heart was full of majesty.

Although this is just a talent show, the atmosphere on the scene is majestic.

Su Zimo walked back and forth on the stage with the accompaniment, and looked even more mysterious under the soft light. Looking down, there was no tremor in his heart, only full of excitement.

A few seconds later, Su Zimo adjusted his mentality and gradually restored his majestic mentality to calm. There was a hint of sadness and joy in the corner of his mouth, his teeth and lips moved slightly, and a desolate singing sound came from his mouth .

"Maybe we can't compete with heaven and earth"

"Maybe bow your head and cry"

"Maybe June Snow will fly into my heart"

The sad and desolate singing made the originally noisy auditorium quiet down. Listening to this desolate music, I felt a little melancholy for no reason.

As we all know, it is impossible for Juneday to have pure and flawless snowflakes, perhaps, because this world has not had the classic story of "The Injustice of Dou E" like the previous life.

Therefore, many people were puzzled by this unfamiliar word, but looking at the downcast figure on the stage, they suppressed their doubts and listened carefully.

"The Injustice of Dou E" describes a lonely and helpless woman, Dou E, who was framed innocently and sentenced to death by corrupt officials who took bribes.Dou E's grievances have no place to avenge, and she was so angry that she pointed at the sky and scolded the earth: "Earth, you don't distinguish between good and evil, what is earth; heaven, you are wrong and stupid!".Before she died, she made three vows: her blood would be splashed on the white silk of the execution ground; it was snowing heavily in June; and the local area suffered from severe drought for three years.

For some reason, Su Zimo thought of such an allusion from his previous life, felt melancholy, and his singing voice was a little sad again. He squinted his eyes and sang in a low voice.

"There will be a Berlin Wall that cannot get out"

"Be a Neighbor with Suffering for Life"

"What the great time has taken away from you"

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Many audience members in the audience, hearing such a piece of sad music, felt sour in their hearts. Their bodies, which were a little lazy, straightened up a lot at this moment, and they pretended to be listening carefully.

At this time, Su Zimo, who had always seemed depressed and lost, suddenly raised his head, looked at the densely packed figures in the auditorium, and then at the invisible sky. The deep voice had long since disappeared, replaced by a ferocious face, He waved his arm vigorously, and a charming high-pitched sound sounded, with a faint hint of hoarseness, perfectly interpreting the artistic conception of this music.

"Who in the world lives like a purgatory"

"I don't cry I have no dignity to give up"

"When someday those dreams"

"Drown in the sea of ​​people, don't be sad and let him go"

"This song is like a funeral"

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The hoarse singing ebbs and flows, presenting the joys and sorrows of this song to people one by one.

As the song says, living in the world is not like a purgatory.Half-step into the society, I can no longer be naive, but I can't gain a foothold, I really feel a little bit.Those emotions often come up in the middle of the night, making me sober myself, lonely like a solitary boat in the ocean.

Su Zimo thought of his mediocre and ordinary self in his previous life, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a self-deprecating smile, and then from the corner of his eyes, Su Xi'er, who had bright eyes and white teeth, was smiling happily, and kept waving at him. Feeling warm in his heart, he waved his hand, expressing that he had seen it, and made this little girl so happy that she couldn't find her.

He raised his hand to straighten the headset, faced the crowd in the auditorium, closed his eyes slightly, the high and hoarse voice suddenly disappeared, and a desolate and deep singing voice emerged from his mouth.

"This song is like a funeral"

"Hanging on the face is a mask"

"Rumours are sharper than knives and arrows"

"There are too many slaves under the feet of money"

"How Deep and Bottomless the Human Heart Is"

"The soul is on the run with nowhere to go"

"Reality is like a wheel and I'm an ant"

The simple and easy-to-understand lyrics reflect the reality in life, making people feel melancholy and sad, and also making many people's eyes red. Sensitive people can't help falling crystal water droplets.

In modern society, day after day, year after year, we basically do the same thing every day.

Running around for a living, after a long time, the excitement in my heart has calmed down, but it has also become more numb, perhaps, this is life.

Auditorium:
Su Xi'er looked at the uncles and aunts with weird expressions beside her, her delicate little face was full of puzzlement, she turned her head, tugged at the corner of Mei Bixue's clothes sitting beside her, raised her little face, Biting her little finger, she asked in a childish voice, "Aunt Mei, why are uncles and aunts so weird?"

Mei Bixue came back to her senses, her eye circles were slightly red, she looked down at the puzzled Su Xier, raised her hand, stroked her soft hair, thought for a while, and said softly, "Uncle, auntie, what about them? I'm thinking about a person's life, when you grow up, you will understand."

Su Xi'er gave an "oh" half-understanding, and said no more, abruptly raised her little white hand, and waved it at the figures on the stage, her little face was full of joy.

The child's idea is very simple, everyone has changed their demeanor because of their father, so there is a trace of pride.

Mei Bixue looked at the cute little loli in front of her, with the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a tender smile.

A dressing room somewhere in the background:
"There are too many slaves under the feet of money"

"How Deep and Bottomless the Human Heart Is"

"The soul is on the run with nowhere to go"

"Reality is like a wheel and I'm an ant"

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Ye Muqing looked at the LCD screen hanging on the wall, and listened to the low-pitched singing voice that made people feel desolate and lost, the circles of his eyes were red, and two drops of crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes from time to time, falling silently to the on the ground, murmured

"Reality is too cruel"

"Xiaobai, are you okay over there?"

"The young man in front of me has the same love for music as you, and he is also very talented."

"Is the description of this song correct? Reality is a wheel, and people are just an ant. Does it describe that people live under the oppression of reality?

　Thank you Yelang Yeguang for the double hundred rewards

　　
　
(End of this chapter)