Hidden Assassin

Uh, I accidentally received it, so ... did you receive it to sing? "

Looking at the young man who suddenly appeared, Dong Danwen took a stun, Dongfang Road took a stun, and Dongfang Wan in the crowd was also a little stunned. Gu Jiaming, what is this guy doing? Ling Jing opened her eyes wide on the stage, shook the rose in her hand, and walked over to the side until she got out of the light, and then inserted the rose into a vase near the stage and turned it over. Eyes. "Why are you here now?"

"Bus burst on the road, it took a while."

"Oh, do you sing? I never heard how you sang ..."

"When someone hits my wife, they can't sing and can only be hard ..."

When passing by, the two whispered a few words, although it was only a moment, but the intimate attitude was obviously different from the picture with Dongfang Road, saying hello to Dongfang Road, and then Jia Ming took it with a smile. microphone.

When the two were in school, they nodded. Dongfang Road identified Jiaming and Shasha as men and women friends, but there was not much hostility. However, just after stepping off the stage, only Jiaming on the stage could hear me. He said, "Well, since the last one performed with a song written by me, then I simply use what I wrote to perform, so may I have a blank staff?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, the people below were a little silent. At this time, where can I find a blank staff notation, in a state of anxiety, Dongfang Road has already taken a few pictures from Zheng Zepei, and sent it quietly, Jiaming on the piano. I wrote it up and then picked up the microphone and laughed, "Oh, okay, this is what I wrote down when someone was forced to read a romance novel the other day. There were originally ah, erhu and the like. The instrument should be mixed in, but now it must be understaffed, so I can only use the piano ... uh, and the drums ... "

Hearing the lute and erhu instruments, the people below laughed. Do you want to sing Beijing opera? Ling Jing rolled her eyes while looking at the staff notation in the writing, which means that Shasha and I could not force you to read a romance novel. Dongfang under the audience looked at this scene, thinking about something else.

On such a stage, there is no nervousness, no stage fright, and methodical speaking-in fact, from the stage on, the teenager has almost become another person, still the ordinary face, just Decent casual wear, however, has to admit that at this time, he has a more stable typhoon than many specially trained singers and movie stars.

Of course, it may also be because he has always been heartless and heartless, so no one can cause him a sense of oppression ...

On the other hand, looking at the teenager on the stage, then Zheng Zepei laughed: "Jianghai City is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon, little road, your classmate also knows how to compose lyrics?"

Dongfang Road looked at Jiaming on the stage, and then frowned slightly, then shook his head and smiled: "Oh, I haven't heard of him before, this classmate Gu Jiaming is usually low-key ..."

Dong Danwen said coldly, "Where is the low-key, I see him as a troublemaker." After finishing this sentence, I felt that I was a bit out of shape. After a slight pause, I simply regarded the school competition at the beginning of the school as a joke to the two people opposite. Speaking, from the beginning, she deliberately and angrily stopped paying attention to Dongfang Road, but Dongfang Road would not care about her. For a moment, Zheng Zepei shook her head and laughed, and heard Jia Ming say in her song When there were pipa and erhu, he didn't have much hope. At the moment, he felt that the high school student was in trouble.

About three or five minutes later, Jia Ming brushed down the piano score, gave it to Ling Jing, and nodded. Ling Jing clenched her lips tightly and took a deep breath ... just to accompany Dongfang Road, which was also the first time she played. She didn't have any tension in her heart, but at this moment, her heart was looking forward to her, and she was still embarrassed. Once I hoped that Jiaming would surprise her, on the other hand, she was afraid that Jiaming's tunes would not work well. She was okay, but Jiaming was unavoidable.

"Uh, cough, um, this is the audition ..." Sitting at the drum set, plugging in the microphone, Jia Ming adjusted the position with himself and the drum stand, then smiled and looked to the side that was obviously still nervous. Jing, "Oh, it looks like my companion is a little nervous ... Take a deep breath, I'm here."

Sitting in front of the piano, she looked at the encouraging smile quietly. For a moment, she took a deep breath and glanced at the audience. This is not a special concert. Most people look at it with a lively, coquettish mood, and people talk and laugh. Below are members of the Student Union she knows, some clap their hands, cheer up, some disregard, and some disdain. This is the first time she and Jia Ming are on the same stage like this, he said: don't be afraid, I am here ...

She had imagined the society they would face in the future, perhaps ... something similar to this time. As long as he said: I am here ...

This is the first performance of their couple.

"Well, it's started." Her voice sounded lightly, a little nervous, but it seemed peaceful and quiet. "The name of the song ...

Then, the elegant piano melody sounded

In the hall.

A lonely lamp stands at the window

I'm pretending to be behind you at the door

The old land is more lonely like a full moon

The sober candlelight at midnight couldn't bear to blame me ...

...

Under the light, with the piano's melody, Jia Ming's singing began to sound. The sixteen-year-old boy has just passed the sound-changing period. There may be a little gap in imitating Jay Chou's voice, but it is enough to be in the category of ordinary people. And even perfection.

A truly perfect killer needs to know a lot of things, especially for a killer like Jiaming who is accustomed to camouflage, often marksmanship, hiding and other things are still second. In many cases, he needs to perfectly play a completely different person and appear in different places. As one of the most outstanding killers, he can perfectly transform from nobles to beggars. He knows philosophy, wine tasting, will comment on current affairs, knows all kinds of musical instruments, is proficient in mechanical physics, has been involved in medicine and proficient in poisons, and he has oral skills , Can play the voice of different people, after makeup, he can even become a perfect woman-as long as not going to bed ...

He has no rules of life, no concept of good and evil, and no sense of shame or insult.

In order to survive, no one can imagine how many struggles and trials he has experienced. The only thing he didn't understand was how to live like an ordinary person, because that was something that could not be trained.

Therefore, under the light, he always looked at the quietness of playing the piano beside him. Over the years, he has always followed her eyes and pace.

...

A pot of wandering waves

After you leave, Jiu Nuan remembers thinking of losing weight

How can the water flow east?

I just missed it once I bloomed but I missed it

...

A touch of melody, a calm singing voice, and a drum beat that seems to strike the heart. Almost after the first few words passed slowly, there was no extra noise in the hall. Dongfang Wan, who was about to go to the theatre, took a deep breath, and her eyes became confused. She still said that Jia Ming's funeral, Xun Dan, had no sound, and her lips seemed to be unbelievable. Zheng Zepei didn't laugh. Looking at Huang Lao, who was sitting upright, he looked at the performer on the stage and straightened the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

If a certain singer released the disc normally, they would not be surprised, but would just express their admiration. However, in such a situation without any psychological preparation, the appearance of a song like this really shocked them too much.

Relatively speaking, the song on Dongfang Road is childish as if it were a child's entry.

...

Who is playing Dongfeng Po with a pipa

Years peeling off the wall and seeing childhood

I still remember that year we were all very young

And now the piano sounds faint, I wait for you to hear

...

Before coming to power, Jia Ming had thought of many songs that belong to his age. This choice is difficult to make, because all famous songs are written by mature songwriters, and many things need to be precipitated after all. So in the end, when he chose this Eastern break, he said in advance that he was feeling after reading a romance novel.

A genius boy can talk about the sadness of giving a new word. After all, he can justify it. As for someone who doesn't believe it and wants to study it, he is too lazy to bother.

This is an epoch-making work on the pop music scene, and here it is a work that transcends the times. From this song, the Chinese style began to infiltrate popular music deeply. Before this song, almost anything that advertised the combination of Chinese style and pop could be said to be a semi-finished product. If I accidentally accidentally wrote something like Beijing Opera, This is why Zheng Zepei and others would sneer after hearing the lute and guzheng.

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Not long after, the first pass of the song ends.

...

Who is playing Dongfeng Po with a pipa

Maple leaves stained story ending I see

The old path outside the fence I lead you through

The years of barren smoke and grass were silent even when they broke up ...

The perfect tunes of the Jiangnan water village, with a childlike past, everyone's heart lingers ... with the sound of music flowing out. Looking at the attention of the audience, feeling Jiaming's eyes, Ling Jing suddenly wanted to cry, and tears came out quietly, with excitement and worry. To her, the lyrics are so infectious and sad, she doesn't want the kind of silent breakup. Why does Jia Ming sing like this, is he still worried?

The second part of the song turned to half. Suddenly, the sound of the quiet piano was disturbed. Immediately, Jia Ming held the drumstick and stayed in the air. The whole hall fell into a silence like time fault ...