PUBG Nightmare Player System

"A Yue, this cold wind is biting, hard work is a good career, I really like it. As expected, Ye Lang, every time I sing, it gives people a feeling of baptism." Hot chicken was excited at this time.

Zhang Yue is also from the bottom, and his family background is also average. Among these few people, Wu Sige and Pan Shuai are all people who have not suffered much since childhood. They naturally don't understand what is called biting in the cold wind and how to call hard work. Official career.

When the audience heard this sentence, their hearts were ups and downs.

Some people remembered that when they were young, when they passed by the road and heard the nursery rhyme, they were just a little kid who just started the first grade. At that time, their parents were still working in the farmland, but they could only get a little bit of hard work every day. With a meager income, family members always say that you should study hard, but the dilapidated school is very cold. In winter, the cold wind can pierce several walls.

Some people think of the sound of the sprinklers. Every time they pass by, the sound of the sprinklers is their own childhood, accompanied by that sound, as well as their parents and grandparents.

...

Suddenly, the music stopped abruptly, and the rhythm became lively, lively and not harsh.

"It rained lightly on the day I left, so I chose to wake up early to hurry.

Fog is floating in the mountains, passing by the tomb of poetry fairy, show me where to go

...

Then stretch the trousers, with the brand of the mountain city on the back. "

Ye Lang's lyrics are always so direct and simple. They use the technique of literary scenes, which does not violate the harmony at all. Just a few sentences can always outline the sense of the picture.

At this moment, everyone sees a young man carrying a suitcase, and behind him is his good brother seeing off. When seeing off, the "Orchid Grass" that I hear every day floats in my ears.

"Yes, this one is awesome."

"I like it too."

Hot Chicken and Zhang Yue nodded again and again.

"Go down the mountain, mark the forest trail

Listen carefully, take it hard, wave goodbye to good brother

The ground is the bed and the sky is the paved

The sun is the clock and the moon is the bow, and don’t forget the winter in the hut."

At this moment, Ye Lang's voice became high-pitched, as if he was about to pour out his blood, vowing not to return without breaking Loulan, and not to return to his hometown without gaining fame.

At this moment, Pan Shuai's eyes filled with tears.

"I remembered that when I went to study abroad at that time, it was really difficult...the ground was for the bed and the sky, the young man was not afraid of the grass and trees..."

Zhang Yue's face showed an unspeakable feeling, "The sun is the clock and the moon is the bow, and don't forget the winter in the hut. It's wonderful! This is the lyrics!"

The audience at the scene burst into bruises and got goose bumps.

But Ye Lang didn't want to give them any chance to breathe.

"Bao Jun is stabbed in death

Rouge over Twilight Valley

If you follow Ling Yunzhi tomorrow

Dare to laugh that Huang Chao is not a husband"

At this moment, everyone was quiet.

Even Wu Sige, who has always had no good feelings for Ye Lang and just wanted to take advantage of Ye Lang’s heat, has grown up at this time, as if saying, "This is a fart, you are at this level, yet Why are you here!"

The audience in the audience heard the stubborn taste in Ye Lang's songs, heard the tenacious and unyielding spirit, and heard the dream of returning home in good form.

"I really don't know how to describe his performance. These four sentences are absolutely amazing! They are so handsome!"

Hot Chicken is fidgeting, and now he stands up, still trembling all over, for a long time no song has moved him so much.

He remembered playing music when he was young, and jingling poorly. At that time, for him, going down the mountain in Ye Lang's lyrics was the only way out. Only when he was full can he have a chance to play music better.

If he followed Ling Yunzhi every day, he dared to laugh at Huang Chao's husband.

If it hadn't been for him to realize that he was a judge, he would have yelled out excitedly.

The original intention of orchid grass has not been forgotten in the heart of the hot chicken over the years. When he left Taiwan Island, he knew that the orchid grass in his heart was still there. Only when the orchid grass was changed into a brocade suit, would he be excited to return to his hometown, reunited with his parents, and his own Friends talk about the wine.

This is life.

"Ye Lang, what have you experienced?" Reji sighed slowly in his heart.

He understood this feeling. He suddenly thought of the entertainment circle, and remembered Ye Lang's curve to save the country. The way to enter the entertainment circle was to intervene as the anchor. This approach suddenly made the hot chicken blush.

Ye Lang is constantly fighting against the same talent, how about him? Rap is real? If he were real, how could he have recorded a show with this Wu Sige for so long?

At this time, Reji secretly made up his mind that Ye Lang must advance! If such players do not advance, the future of the entertainment industry will be completely gone.

At this time HOOK sounded again, "I came from the mountain with orchid grass..."

This time, the taste is even better.

At this time, the audience stood up one by one, trying to cheer, but worried about interrupting the atmosphere.

Everyone has a hero in his heart. In most cases, everyone wants to be his own hero. It is just that, for life, for the future, the orchid grass with hope, and enjoy the expectation for life and the future.

When everyone was immersed in it, Ye Lang's voice suddenly became fierce.

"I was impulsive and delayed me

...

A fire ignited the dry firewood haystack"

Everyone didn't know what this meant, but they could all understand. Although they didn't know what happened to Ye Lang, it must be a major setback, so that Ye Lang felt a door closed.

Suddenly, Ye Lang's voice became softer again.

"Jushi Qinglian touched my head

I told him there is nothing easy to learn

Herbs are no longer needed for birth, old age, sickness and death

The throne given to me by the seven emotions and six desires"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone held their breath. They knew that Ye Lang's big move might be coming!

Ye Lang sings like a wild horse, but he always has an eye-catching touch, like a leader in an endless artistic conception.

The audience stared at Ye Lang, their eyes flushed.

Hot Chicken Zhang Yue clenched his fists even more.

At this moment, Ye Lang suddenly looked up to the sky and roared with a smile on his face.

"Unless black and white call

Qin Guang Zi Lai Gou

Nine spirits belong to orchid grass

Utterly desolate"

mad!

Arrogant!

Having passed through the hardships and dangers, Ye Lang is like a flying dragon in the sky, and the storm in his eyes is violent, and I don't move.

"hiss……"

The audience took a breath.

Tears filled Zhang Yue's eyes, "This is the feeling, this is the feeling! This is the feeling of making music!"

Although Wu Sige kept understanding at this time, he still heard a hint that Ye Lang was too strong.

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