Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

　　cold.

　　Involuntarily cold.

　　"As you default ~ life and death, etc.~~~"

　　"Wait for a circle~ Another circle of annual rings..."

　　Straightforward.

　　Nothing affectionate, nothing sensational.

　　It's more about singing than singing.

　　In this ancient temple where time seemed to freeze in the color of azure, he sat in the attic, staring at the mountain gate, his eyes were cold, as if he was in no competition with the world.

　　"The Buddha Tower has broken several floors, and whose soul has been broken~"

　　"Pain goes straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp has collapsed~~"

　　"Let me wait~ History turns around~"

　　"Wait for the wine to be mellow and wait for you to play a song~Guzheng~¨｀~"

　　The Lord sings.

　　Enter the chorus.

　　"It's raining~The old hometown is deep with trees and trees~"

　　"I heard~You are always alone~"

　　"Mottled ~ city gate ~ entrenched with old tree roots ~"

　　"What echoes on the slate is ~ wait."

　　Verse and chorus are all sung.

　　In this cold and lonely mood, the audience can't stop searching.

　　What about people?

　　Where are the guest performers?

　　And they had to admit that because Mr. Wu was facing the audience, he seemed to be looking out of the mountain gate painted by the curtain when he sang.

　　So their eyes kept looking to the right.

　　Why haven't people come out yet?

　　The interlude continues, and then...

　　Suddenly, some attentive viewers saw a vague figure appearing at the mountain gate.

　　The figure was small at the beginning on the screen, then it became bigger a little bit, and finally turned into a shadow in a blue shirt.

　　coming?

　　who is it?

　　What about people?

　　Where will it come from?

　　These thoughts crossed everyone's minds like watching flowers from afar.

　　Then, a very familiar voice sounded at the same time:

　　"It's raining~The old hometown is deep with trees and trees~"

　　"I heard~ you are still guarding the lonely city~"

　　"Suburban Shepherd~~Whistle~Which Nomura does it fall on?"

　　"Fate takes root~It's us~"

　　this sound...

　　"Isn't it?"

　　"I go."

　　"real or fake?"

　　Not to mention the audience, even the people on the jury were stunned.

　　Look at the figure in the blue shirt that appeared on the screen.

　　then……

　　The silhouette of Qingshan suddenly turned transparent, and Jay Chou, who was wearing a blue coat, also faced Wu Shaobai, facing the audience, holding the microphone and exposed to everyone's field of vision!

　　"..."

　　When the chorus ends, the interludes flow, and the verse is not over.

　　When Jay Chou's figure appeared...

　　"what!!!!!!!!!!"

　　From all directions, cheers rang out!

　　Jay Chou is here! ?

　　Jay Chou is here! ?

　　is it him?

　　Is it really him?

　　I am not wrong, right?

　　"what!!!!!!!!"

　　Screams emerged from the mouths of countless people, accompanied by a group of people in the jury who either opened their mouths in surprise, or widened their eyes, or held their heads in their hands with their absurd expressions...

　　Jay Chou continued to face Wu Shaobai, who had no sorrow or joy, and sang:

　　"Listen to youth ~ usher in laughter and envy ~ many people~~"

　　"what!!!!!!"

　　"The annals of history~ gentle and unwilling~ writing down~ too cruel~"

　　"Jay Chou!!!!!!"

　　"Fireworks are easy to get cold~~ Personnel is easy to divide~~~"

　　"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

　　"And you're asking~ am I still~ serious~"

　　After Jay Chou finished singing, the figure suddenly disappeared behind the curtain.

　　The audience was taken aback.

　　But seeing the visitor who had turned into a blurred figure in a green shirt, he seemed to want to enter the temple gate.

　　But, right now!

　　Suddenly, Mr. Wu, who was above the pavilion, raised his hand.

　　Raise your hand, palm up.

　　Stop!

　　The figure in the blue shirt stopped suddenly.

　　Wu Shaobai then sang:

　　"¨"After a thousand years, there is a lot of love in the world~ Who else~ is waiting~"

　　"And Qing Shi~ How can it not be true~ Wei Shu Luoyang City~"

　　After singing, the figure in the blue shirt disappeared, and Jay Chou's figure reappeared behind the curtain:

　　"If you're talking to a past life~~~"

　　"Follow the red dust~Follow me~Wander around for a lifetime~~"

　　The two then sang a chorus together.

　　Wu Shaobai is the main, and Zhou Jielun is the supplement.

　　"It's raining~ The old hometown is deep in vegetation..."

　　……

　　The audience is actually like watching a story.

　　Looking at one person guarding the ancient Buddha with a green lamp, another person came to look for it from a distance.

　　The two are for this reason, but they are different from each other.

　　People outside the door want to come in.

　　The people inside the door didn't want to go out.

　　No backing dancers, no special tricks or anything.

　　From beginning to end, the two were singing quietly.

　　Verse to chorus, duet to rap.

　　One is inside the door (to be favored by Zhao), and the other is outside the door.

　　"The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city~falls in that Nomura~fate takes root~us~"

　　"Listen to the sound of rain in the Garan Temple~~~~~"

　　When he finally sang here, suddenly, the lights on Wu Shaobai's side dimmed.

　　The figure disappeared.

　　Only the voice remains:

　　"Hope~eternity~eternity~"

　　On the curtain, the vague attic figure turned silently and disappeared.