His entertainment life

Zhang Aoyang's eyes have a trace of ruddy, although I don't know who the singer is. But from the wind of the song, Yousi deeply sympathizes with the man.

"I want to be loved by someone."

"I want her care."

"It's just that I can't wait for you all the time."

"Between loving me and not loving me."

"I need someone to love me."

"Instead of waiting alone every day."

"Hold your hand and paint a fairy tale."

"But you have left."

Climax repeatedly, this man is so affectionate, so affectionate stand in front of Ding Hua to sing. He seems to have forgotten that this is a kicking match, so he put his heart and soul into the singing. First infect yourself, then infect others.

The singers behind him are all moved by this ugly man. His singing is like the breeze in summer in June, penetrating but not biting. When the man opened his eyes slowly because of the fall of the curtain, Ding Hua could not move.

It turns out that this man is a nightmare that Ding Hua can't overcome now. Just because this man's performance is too perfect, there is no fault. Even Zhang Aoyang sighed outside the door. As a rising star, this man could have three points of Wang Siku in the use of love songs.

"I'm done. It's your turn." The man said deeply, as if between the words or did not escape just that sad scene. The microphone once again reached Ding Hua's hand, but his hand was shaking, as if he did not dare to take the microphone, and his heart was shaking.

All this is what Zhang Aoyang expected. A layman is fighting against the insiders. At the beginning, Ding Hua didn't think music could bring a person what kind of state, now he must understand. A good voice can frighten people, just like it is now. The distance between Ding Hua and this man is very close, but he knows that from the perspective of music, the distance between them is far away. He is very timid from the heart, he is not the opponent of that man.

"What's the matter? Didn't you make a lot of noise just now? Pick up the microphone See Ding Hua a person in that tremble, standing behind the man's singer began to instigate. Ding Hua's people are standing there, suffering from sugar coated shells, but there is no way to resist.

He had no confidence when he came in. If Zhang Aoyang hadn't given him three points of momentum, he would have been a mouse at the moment when he came in. But now is no exception, meet such a group of strong people, make him the character of the past sprout, do a hard-working, but dare not stand up to the chest of the man, because he felt very inferiority.

"Look at him. He's a migrant worker from the urban-rural fringe, isn't he?" This remark made people laugh. Why is there such a conjecture? Looking at Ding Hua's reckless appearance, his face has become scabby and sunburned. The two deep rope marks on his neck must have been honed by life-saving ropes because he often climbs high buildings, so he is a brick moving party working on the construction site, that's all!

The brick party is not shameful. On the contrary, it deserves respect. But such a group of people who can make money by using their voice in the office every day are not optimistic about the coolie workers, especially the little white faces of the Music Association, who are born with the attitude of looking down on people. This simple and honest man, who is eight feet tall, has to press his hat on his face. Now he would rather find a way to get in.

"Brick Porter, get up! Fight The more dispirited he was, the louder he was talking about. After several times, Ding Hua's heart beat faster and his face was pale. He had been unable to resist all the things around him for a long time. He has only three words in his head now: "brick Porter!"

Autumn wind desolate, Zhang Aoyang a person sitting in the desolate wind, bench also become desolate. Ding Hua has been in for more than an hour. He is totally ignorant of what happens in it. He only knew that Ding Hua must have been in big trouble, but his heart didn't beat faster. He is very casual, very indifferent, just because he has a person with him, Chen Yu.

Chen Yu also came here from a long distance, and only he can fully understand Zhang Aoyang. He has to thank Zhang Aoyang for this and teach Xu Biao a lesson. This is the only thing he wants to do in his life. He also knows why Zhang Aoyang sent Ding Hua to one of Su Miao's music associations. He just doesn't know why he didn't have any color on his face when he watched his apprentice suffer?

Zhang Aoyang just looked at the flickering sun at the end of the sky. Today's weather is a bit gloomy, and the dark clouds always cover up the light in the sky. Chen Yu doesn't think Ding Hua's current situation is not like this?

At this moment, a gust of wind, the sky big black pressure suddenly was blown away. The clouds are clear! Zhang Aoyang suddenly became bright in front of his eyes and said, "it's fine." Chen Yu also looked at the sky, and the sky was clear.

When the clouds are clear, it's a vivid side, and everyone in the hall can see it. Especially this sharp light hit Ding Hua's eyes.

"Eight can't be, is this man scared silly?" That light hit Ding Hua's face, frowned a few times, but his eyes were still dull. The onlookers laughed, but no one knew that this was only the last.Ding Hua's face shows a smile, which is incomprehensible. Although his eyes looked dull, he could see a little bit from his eyes. Until he stood in front of the crowd straightly and slowly, it seemed that he had changed his face.

Pockmarked man suddenly face twitch, because he also felt in front of this five big three thick people and just compared with some gap. This gap can not be said, but you can feel a layer of pressure from the air.

He looked at Ding Hua and said, "are you going to start singing?" Ding Hua doesn't talk nonsense at all. He picks up the microphone and starts to polish it.

"How many times have you fallen on the road."

"How many times have you broken your wings."

"Now I don't feel any more hesitation."

"I want to surpass this ordinary extravagance."

This time, he didn't pause at all. He didn't have the decadent mentality when he was singing in a bar. He is quite straightforward to sing the song slowly.

Pockmarked man took a step back and was a little shocked by his voice. His voice is hoarse and pure, with a sense of age.