Chapter 19 There Are Vegetable Leaves Between Your Teeth...

Everyone has a story.

Some stories are plain, some stories are wonderful, some stories are logical, and some stories have twists and turns.

Lu Yihong, who is the winner of the Golden Bull Award, naturally has a story.

He once wanted to be a singer!

He has loved singing since he was a child, and in his dreams he has always dreamed of becoming the king of the music scene who can shake the wind and rain on the stage and make fans scream.

Unfortunately, it's a pity that his voice is broken, and no matter what songs he sings, he will be out of tune, and it is difficult to really sing the whole song.

Maybe I was irrigated by those inspirational speeches on the radio, maybe I was deceived by the so-called best-selling chicken soup that said that dreams cannot be defeated by reality and must be chased. In short, they swelled up inexplicably.

I was so inflated that I never felt that I sang badly.

Then……

At the eighteenth year of that year, after learning a little bit of guitar, I resolutely ran to Yanjing, a big city, to become a wandering singer like my predecessors, dreaming of being discovered by Bole in the music scene, and then becoming famous in one fell swoop.

Of course, he also wrote "Dream Chaser", which sounds like shit now, to be complacent...

Of course fantasy is beautiful, but reality is always cruel.

After being a wandering singer for three years, he has tasted all kinds of hardships and hardships, and finally the opportunity did come, but it came to his companion, as for him...

The Bole looked at his face, touched his chin, and finally asked him if he would come for three hundred yuan a night.

He naturally refused with righteous indignation, how could he betray his chrysanthemum and dignity!

Then he got cold.

Nabole left a sentence, "People like you can stand out in singing, unless all the singers in the world are dead!"

Nonsense, who in the music world would be moved by his broken voice and lack of talent?

It's not tinnitus or dementia.

Lu Yihong was deeply shocked, and finally, after listening to his songs seriously, he smashed the guitar, and bowed his head to the reality of this son of a bitch in self-pity.

Now that Lu Yihong thinks about it, he was indeed a loser in those years, and he was a loser who failed to the end.

Fortunately, although he has no talent or talent, he has face.

Although, he didn't want to.

But in the end he still went to rely on his face to eat...

Well, it's a sad story.

"That is the person I miss and love deeply day and night.

How should I express

will she accept me

Maybe never say that to her

I am destined to wander the world

How can there be concern..."

The moon slowly climbed up into the night sky, covering the area with a burst of silver. At the same time, the moonlight shone through the window and shone on Lu Yuan, making Lu Yuan look extraordinarily holy, as if bathed in a strange brilliance.

Lu Yuan played the prelude, and then sang seriously.

Li Qing and Fatty Wei stared at Lu Yuan dumbfounded. The Lu Yuan at this moment was completely different from the man who was having a blast on the street last night.

At this moment, Lu Yuan is very serious, and he sings powerfully enough. Coupled with his naturally thick voice that day, the two of them are really like hell.

This young man playing the guitar is that Lu Manzi?

Is it the smoking, drinking, and unreasonable Lu Manzi?

What an international joke!

Well, in short, their impression of Lu Yuan is that he is so vulgar, so bad that he is almost thick.

Even in front of Lu Yuan, they felt that people like themselves were quite noble.

However, when Lu Yuan picked up the guitar and acted like a literary youth, Lu Yuan's whole temperament began to change again.

The guitar is very skilled, and the singing is also very skilled.

Lu Yuan originally just wanted to finish singing this song, but as he sang, Lu Yuan remembered the past.

That damn first love!

To be honest, Lu Yuan has never been a literary youth,

At best, it is just one or two to force young people.

Even the song "Old Boy" was learned by Lu Yuan in order to perform in front of the goddess and pretend to be literary.

However, college life is always so short, and the reality is so cruel, the journey to chase the goddess is long and far away, at least Lu Yuan has collapsed in the middle.

People are always young and always in love.

Naturally, Lu Yuan was also young, and Lu Yuan was also in love, and he also had tossing and turning sleepless nights.

Because of this experience, Lu Yuan immersed himself in this old boy. From the beginning, he just played it casually and skillfully, but now it has become a memory and emotion of the past.

Such a feeling, so the feeling came.

Wang Jinxue looked at Lu Yuan under the moonlight.

In the lobby of Nuo University, Wang Jinxue began to feel a little dazed. She seemed to see a young man's dream and longing for the future. Kanter fell down step by step, and then sighed and felt disappointed...

This is indeed a sentimental song.

Lu Yuan is indeed a talented young man.

Maybe, I will see with my own eyes a shining star in Lu Yuan rising?

As for Lu Yihong, he closed his eyes and his nose was a little sore. Others may think this song is just sweet and emotional, but he felt that this song pierced his heart and reminded him of his past self.

It's all struggle, it's all despair, it's all disappointment, but it's so persistent, and it's so hard.

Then……

And had no choice but to give up.

"Youth is like a rushing river

If you don't come back, you can't say goodbye

I'm just numb

Without the enthusiasm of the past

Look at the floating flowers in the sky

wither at the most beautiful moment

Who will remember that it came to this world..."

In the climax part, Lu Yuan sang very hoarsely.

He even stood up and the hand holding the guitar began to tremble slightly. He has a good voice, a good song, and a story. It's not like the broken sound of "Invisible Wings" before. The song is still fully displayed.

At this moment, Wang Jinxue held her breath, as if she was afraid that her breathing would disturb Lu Yuan's voice.

Lu Yihong's hands trembled slightly, a little excited, and even his eye circles turned red.

Fatty Wei and Li Qing still looked like they couldn't believe their ears when they saw a ghost.

What the hell, Lu Manzi, you are going to heaven!

Can we still be a gang of mobs in the future?

……………………………

No matter how good a song is, no matter how long it is, there will be an end.

The song is over.

Then Lu Yuan took a breath and carefully put the guitar away, and by the way, raised his head at forty-five degrees to look up at the window.

The night is lingering, the moonlight is just right, and it is a good day with beautiful scenery and strong providence.

This series of actions made Lu Yuan very satisfied.

While venting his emotions, he also carried a little bit of talented sullenness and pretentiousness.

He pretended to be very cool, and performed a talented literary and artistic youth extremely carefreely and vividly.

If it weren't for someone watching, he would even like to give himself a thumbs up.

Before he was reborn, he had thought about this pretentious scene many times...

But before rebirth, "Old Boy" was really badly sung, there were countless talents of all kinds, and Lu Yuan's voice at that time was also ordinary and tasteless, even if he sang, he couldn't sing anything. So this kind of pretentious scene can only be imagined, and it will not cause half a dime of shock and surprise...

But it's different now.

At least Lu Yihong, Wang Jinxue, and the idiot brothers Fatty Wei and Li Qing were all deeply impressed by me.

Of course, there was no applause, just silence.

It seems that everyone is intoxicated by the aftertaste of this song.

Everything is so perfect.

Lu Yuan still maintained that movement, and even smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, waiting for the sound of praise like a wave.

Of course, when everyone praises him, he will humbly say something like: "Nothing, normal operation, normal operation" "Nothing", "I'm not that good." "Humility, humility, I have always been a humble person, low-key... ..." and other expansive words that will pretend to escalate again.

Of course, the expression on the face should not be too complacent, at least it should be gentle and refined, as peaceful as if doing a trivial matter.

This is perfect.

Just at this time……

"That...A Yuan...that..." Fatty Wei swallowed.

"what?"

"Did you forget to brush your teeth this morning?"

"??"

"That... I don't know if I should say..."

"What do you want to say?"

"I seem to see that there are vegetable leaves between your teeth...very...uh, hehe."

"..."

The moonlight is still so bright, still so beautiful.

The astonishment in imagination, the words of praise did not come out.

Lu Yuan shut his mouth tightly, turned his head, and then his face suddenly turned blue and purple, staring at the bewildered Fatty Wei.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, all of Lu Yuan's emotions turned into a very polite sentence.

If it's not about quality, he wants to say something...

I bought a watch last year.