Entertainment From Divorce

Chapter 40: quiet square

When the host read Tan Yue's name, Xu Nuo, who was worrying about how to withdraw from the blind date, was taken aback for a moment, and immediately raised his head to look at the stage.

"Fuck, it can't be him?"

Xu Nuo stared at the stage without blinking.

The figure who appeared on the stage without any haste was so familiar!

Liu Jing next to her noticed the change in Xu Xu, and raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xu Nuo took a deep breath, suppressed the surprise in his heart, pointed to Tan Yue on the stage and said, "That's my buddy."

Liu Jing opened her mouth slightly, and turned to look at Tan Yue on the stage, "Your buddy? You're so handsome."

Xu Nuo rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Liu Jing curled her lips slightly, "However, where did he choose this song? I've never heard of it, and the title of the song is too weird, isn't it, "Song for Myself"?"

Xu Nuo didn't speak, but looked at the stage, he remembered the last time Tan Yue sang at the Blue Ocean Bar.

This kid's singing is pretty good, at least as promised, it's still good.

"Does he sing well?" Liu Jing asked.

Xu Nuo thought for a while, and said: "It's not very good, but it's not bad."

Liu Jing hummed, and looked at the stage curiously, waiting for the buddy Xu Xu to sing.

under the stage,

The audience also looked at Tan Yue who was on the stage.

"The young man is very energetic."

"Tan Yue? Does it sound familiar?"

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"This handsome guy is very handsome, how about singing?"

Below the stage, Wu Xuemin, the director of "I Am a Singer", held his chin with one hand and looked at Tan Yue on the stage.

Not to mention, it's no wonder Qi Xue has taken a fancy to her. She really looks outstanding, much handsomer than the host of their show.

on stage,

Tan Yue stood still in the center of the stage, looking at the thousands of audiences, he was still a little nervous.

Take a deep breath, hold the microphone tightly, and wait for the accompaniment to sound.

Soon, the slightly muffled piano sound slowly sounded, with guitar sounds mixed in from time to time.

After the accompaniment sounded, the noisy scene slowly quieted down.

Listening to the accompaniment, Tan Yue nodded slightly as he remembered it.

This is also the first time he heard the accompaniment, and it was copied from the recording studio in the station, and it was handed over to the staff of the program group after the registration.

Tan Yue's eyes ranged from near to far, across the crowded crowds in People's Square, across the bustling streets, colorful neon lights, towering high-rise buildings, and looked at the dark night.

During this period of time, when Tan Yue was bored, he would occasionally sing songs on the guitar that Qi Xue had left behind, and gradually felt that he had improved a bit.

On the other hand, Tan Yue also had considerations in choosing this song. One reason was that he himself liked this song. Another reason is that what moves people most in this song is not singing skills, but emotion, which is a view of life expressed by the song.

In my previous life, I once heard an old professor from the Conservatory of Music say at a drinking party that honesty and accuracy are the criteria for testing art. The creators are honest with themselves, have sufficient experience, and have the ability to express themselves. The impression they give is that they are accurate. And what is accurate is the most direct to people's hearts.

And this "Song for Myself" fully expresses the words of the old professor!

Withdrawing his gaze and closing his eyes slightly, Tan Yue began to sing along with the melody of the accompaniment.

"Thought but not attainable,

What's wrong with you.

What should I give up,

Just talking nonsense about the past.

When you find out that time is a thief,

It has already stolen your options. "

After singing a section, Tan Yue's breath was a little loud because of his lack of singing skills, but this was just an audition for a local program, and the audience was not those critical musicians, so it didn't affect listening to the song, and no one cared at all.

I saw the faces that were originally laughing and careless, but at this moment they all looked at the stage and the person on the stage.

The young people only felt that this song was sung too monotonously, with no technique at all, and it was the same as normal speaking, but it was not too difficult to hear and unacceptable.

However, some office workers, middle-aged people and even elderly people have another feeling after hearing it. Life is in a hurry, but you can't get what you want, and after that, there is nothing left.

This is a life experience that many people have, and it makes those who have experienced and setbacks feel, feel sad, and resonate.

Tan Yue continued to pause for a while, and continued to sing:

"Love is but a fever,

Missing is the cough that will never get better.

is unforgivable,

but can't stop it,

Hate climbs over the wall at night.

is empty,

but buzzing,

Who put a cold gun in your heart,

vows of old love,

Like a slap,

Whenever you remember a sentence,

Just get a slap in the face,

And then I can't smell it for several years,

Can't smell a woman. "

Under the stage, Wu Xuemin got goosebumps all over his body, and he looked at the stage ~ As a middle-aged man who has worked in the cultural industry for so many years, he asked himself that listening to music is basically no longer It made him have big mood swings again, but this time he was wrong.

Who put a cold gun in your heart!

This is not singing at all, this is poetry!

Love and hate in life, whenever it happens, people in it will face a surging emotional impact, like a high fever, like an unstoppable hatred, and after being washed away by the years, only emptiness remains. lost.

Wu Xuemin pursed his lips tightly, he was afraid that he would lose his composure.

In fact, Wu Xuemin only stared at Tan Yue on the stage, but didn't realize that although he was the director of the show, no one paid attention to him. Everyone was looking at the man on the stage, at Tan Yue!

Tan Yue opened his eyes, took a breath, hehe smiled, and shook his head slightly, his face was obviously still young, but it was not known whether it was because of the light shining on him, or because of some rough experiences he had, that he seemed inexplicably vicissitudes.

His voice was low and gruff.

"The past is not like smoke,

yes,

Nostalgia in love is not a virtue,

Unfortunately, being in love is not like writing songs,

No matter how serious you are, you can't become a style,

Let me ask you who you have seen Miss miss let go of,

Whether you are a recidivist or a clean criminal,

The only one I know is the one who has been together for a long time,

I haven't seen a close relationship for a long time. "

In the huge People's Square, it was strangely quiet at the moment, only the reverberation of the singing, only the soft sound of the accompaniment.

Many young people, from their contempt when they first listened to it, to their horror now, looked at Tan Yue on the stage with a pair of eyes, and they were simply astonished.

At this moment, it seemed that the air had fallen into silence.