Salted Fish Handed Over the Binding System

    In addition to the giant screen, there is also a LED advertising space hundreds of meters high for the Twin Towers.

    Before the first show, no one could have imagined that the stage was designed this way.

    "Ah ah ah ah ah loose!!"

    "Stand proudly, pine and cypress in the snow!"

    The audience cheered for a while, and the fans shouted Zhu Aosong's support slogan in unison.

    Even if they are not his fans, they are waving light sticks with respect.

    The color of the light stick in the central control can be adjusted with the background. At this time, it has changed from red to Zhu Aosong's official support color, and there is a mint green ocean under the stage.

    When the lights dimmed, the specially designed "Guests - Zhu Aosong" on the giant screen disappeared suddenly, and the snowy land suddenly appeared.

    Zhu Aosong's masterpiece "Cedar", the songs related to his name are also his personal elaboration to a certain extent.

    The giant screen shows the snow all over the mountains and plains. In the pure white world, layers of ice and snow are covered with tall or rugged pine trees, revealing a little green.

    On the screens on both sides, Zhu Aosong himself, who is singing, is projected, which is larger than the movie screen and can be seen clearly from two streets away.

    Then the Twin Towers, which had been silent, lit up.

    "What the hell!!"

    "It's so big!"

    "Snow mountain ah ah ah ah!"

    Everyone did the same thing.

    They leaned back in shock, their eyes widened, their pupils trembled, gasping for breath, and looking at the twin towers that were so close that they could not see the whole.

    Hundreds of meters of snow-capped mountains appeared like this.

    On the boundless stage, Zhu Aosong originally looked small, and it was even harder to be found by the giant screen. When the Twin Towers were lit up, they found out that Zhu Aosong was really under the snow mountain.

    He is a climber who looks up at the snow-capped mountains at the foot of the mountain, a proud person who stands like a pine tree, and a performer who fights everything with sternness and determination.

    With the lyrics and rhythm switching and changing the background, the enviable live orchestra, the expensive equipment can convey the singer's voice exactly, and the audience at the scene trembled and whistled has come.

    Zhu Aosong made a vacating action, the accent flashed when his feet landed, and the snow mountain collapsed behind him, as if to bury him.

    "Aloof and disdainful..."

    He sang the chorus, pouring out his emotions.

    —

    Rao Jiayi is waiting in the background.

    "Fu—" She closed her eyes, trying to soothe her restless heart.

      "

    Rao Jiayi opened her eyes and smiled bitterly: "What kind of vocal am I..."

    Two years ago in the draft girl group, she debuted in the C position, and the person who played out was labeled as the dance of the vocal devil.

    Indeed, she was in the top three of a hundred girls during the four-month draft.

    At that time, Rao Jiayi was floating, thinking that she was really as powerful as the fans said.

    The group debuted, eleven positions, she was in the middle.

    The debut quota that fans smashed with money, and the throne she arrived at with countless blood, this is the result of her efforts with fans.

    Eleven members, everyone.

    To develop idols, fans are always passionate, and they have to express their opinions on everything they see, whether it is right or wrong.

    Tuanfen, Weifen, CP Fan, Duojia, they were torn apart.

    Of course, there is a brokerage company's marketing handwriting, otherwise, what should I do if a pool of dead water hits the street?

    Fans are the purest and most inclusive. Their requirements for idols have always been so low.

    So all kinds of compliments flooded in, and she believed it too.

    Rao Jiayi stood here and heard the madness at the front desk.

    Before the temporary group disbanded, at that concert, the fans were also crazy, crying and shouting, there were tens of thousands of people.

    "They always say I'm a great vocal, no one can match..." Rao Jiayi shook her head, "Actually I'm not."

    This is not an inferiority complex, but finally seeing my own abilities.

    "I'm just a person who can sing fairly well and has some talent."

    The voice condition is excellent, the skills are insufficient, and there is a lot of room for improvement, but she does not have the energy and time to study professionally, so she can only be in this state of being in a state of being too high and too low.

    Rao Jiayi recalled the scene of the rehearsal in the open-air gym yesterday.

    The music director shook his head in front of the orchestra and sighed, saying what a pity these devices are.

    He coordinated all the artists' performances, followed up on everyone's shows, and knew the eight of them well.

    Rao Jiayi thought that this was a singing stage, no different from other music variety shows.

    Isn't it just singing, pk, elimination and promotion?

    Continue if there is a script and a contract, if not, leave, everyone's shows are arranged like this.

    What a real audience to judge, it's all nonsense.

    On the day she signed the contract, Rao Jiayi listened to the detailed rules, she suddenly understood that it was not like this.

    This is a rare opportunity to express yourself, and the risk is immeasurable.

    If it is good, it will be worshipped by more people, and if it is bad, it will be ridiculed by countless people.

    One step to god, one step to hell.

    Rao Jiayi pondered for a long time and signed it.

    She may not have felt that she was no worse than others.

    It's all on a horizontal line, what are you afraid of?

    But seeing the real boundless stage, she has been busy for more than a month in order to re-arrange the song, lighting coordination, art background, etc., Rao Jiayi's hands are shaking .

    Too serious, too arrogant, too terrifying.

    The regret of the music director was repeated in Rao Jiayi's mind.

    She agrees.

    It is really a waste to give them such a stage with ordinary skills.

    We should let real singers who love the stage more and better come here to show their singing skills, in order to live up to such a team.

     Agent: "You are very good, don't have confidence in your zombies."

    Rao Jiayi clenched the microphone in her hand: "I must give the best performance!"

    Since she's here, she won't back down.

    —

    When screening people, Zhuo Yan paid great attention to their strength.

    Traffic is a fake bubble that dissipates after a while under the sun.

    Look at what's left.

    As she once said, now that she can say a word twice, fans can boast about the great vocal, but in fact half-opened the mic and tune to outer space.

    Such a person, even if the popularity is high, Zhuo Yan is not needed.

    Or else?

    Such a big stage, such a good sound, send it to the audience at the scene of death?

    Ruan Yu was the last one, waiting in the small room, closing his eyes and wearing headphones to brew his emotions.

    Zhuo Yan looked at her worriedly.

    Ruan Yu did not respond.

    Xiao Nan was beside Zhuo Yan and whispered, "Sister Zhuo."

    Zhuo Yan: "It's fine."

    There is a hint of melancholy between their eyebrows, which is for Ruan Yu's next performance and for Ruan Yu's mental health.

    "2517 Seven Years Ago" is not a song that you can listen to more.

    The works given by Ruan Yu, who personally designed the background design, are not something you can see more.

    It's not bad, it's because it's too good and fits too well, so it looks like a whole.

    Ruan Yu's in-ear headphones cut off all external sounds and are playing his own songs on a loop.

    System: [Your body's hormone levels are unstable]

    Ruan Yu: "Know"

    Unblocking the memory, she can keep it from collapsing, which is the best result after two months of strong training.

    System: [Once there is a problem, I will immediately seal that memory]

     Ruan Yu: "At least until I finish the performance"

    The system looked at her, the background code flickered, not knowing what was being recorded.

    —

    Lan Pyo's voice was hoarse.

    Cha Lemon had already urinated from the entertainment and hid in the bathroom to watch the live broadcast.

    On the ginkgo platform, after the first person started singing, all marketing plans were launched together, and tens of thousands of people were directly drained.

    The only official live broadcast of "The Competition", the best shooting location on the scene, Ruan Yu gave her third uncle a great gift.

    #competition#

    #zhuaosong field strength#

    #Fengcheng Twin Towers#

    #There is still such a stage#

    Wait, etc., topic after topic.

    The fans searched for empty bottles in the square, so they quarreled.

    Adhering to the idea of ​​"I want to pick things up from all sides so that you have nothing to say and nothing to brag about", passersby clicked on the live broadcast link, intending to find some questions and go back to the brain.

    As a result, she never left.

    In the face of absolute strength, nothing is enough.

    This applies in many situations.

    Cha Lemon watched the live broadcast, cut the chat interface, and had tears in her eyes.

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; "Woohoo, I regret it, the difference of his uncle, this scene is too burning, so I want to go!"

    There was a whimper in the bathroom.

    Lan Piao said excitedly: "Lemon!! Really! The scene is amazing!"

    This voice is accompanied by the noisy and warm background sound of the performance, music, shouting, praise, encore, heat wave... Just Lemon can imagine how happy it will be if you are in it.

    Watching the video is completely different from the scene.

    The charm of the scene is incomparable, nothing can be done.

    Cha Lemon: "What am I... Lemon is actually me."

    I am sour, I am so sour!

    Lan Piao: "Ah, ah, ah, the last one! Yuyu is coming out!"

    Cha Lemon immediately recovered: "My goose!"

    A colleague came to look for it outside and shouted at the door: "What happened to you? Did you fall in?"

    Cha Lemon said casually: "Leave me alone! I'm not going back! Eat it yourself! Get angry!"

    Her spot her ticket her chance to see the goose in person!

     Colleague: "???"

    Is this bathroom attractive?

    Have you forgotten to return?

    —

    The order of performances is drawn by lot, there is no shady, pure luck.

    Live audiences in a certain area can find the signal of the program group and enter the link to rate and vote for the eight people tonight.

    There is no limit to the score, the audience can rate each performer from 1 to 100 at will, a total of eight opportunities, which will be performed during the performance, and will expire if you miss the time.

    The vote is three votes. After all eight people have finished singing, another link will be opened, allowing the audience to choose three people within five minutes, and vote for their best tonight.

    But in this case, the last three people will take advantage.

    Many viewers are goldfish, remembering seven seconds and only being more impressed by what happened in the immediate vicinity.

    So, on the voting page, because the link is relevant, the previous score of each mobile phone will be displayed under the voting.

    In this case, the immediate feeling after listening to the song can be reflected by the score, and it can also remind the audience to recall the intense emotions not long ago.

    There is no absolute fairness in this world, Zhuo Yan and the others have tried their best to be relatively fair.

    —

    There are more and more people here.

    At the moment when the Internet was boiling because of "The Competition", people in Fengcheng approached the water tower and rushed towards the landmark buildings in the new district.

    Some staff immediately guided a large number of people and arranged them in different locations. The square was crowded with people, and the streets were congested.

     of tranquility.

    Deliberately set up a safe passage, separated by a firm railing and a human wall, as a precautionary measure.

    When there was nowhere to stand, everyone used their brains and went to the surrounding places.

    The scene is vast, on the road, in the shop next to it, on the second and third floors, on the roof cafe... You can see this performance in many places, and you can hear it clearly.

    It seems that the whole city is concentrated here.

    But this is an illusion, one seventh at most.

    —

    After the host finished saying that this was the last guest participating today, the lights dimmed and Ruan Yu's name appeared on the big screen.

    The audience cheered.

    In the darkness, Ruan Yu quietly appeared on the stage with the elevator.

    When the lights came on, the beams converged on her from all directions, and the shouts from the audience were even louder.

    Ruan Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the people on the ground who were waving their arms vigorously.

    She tilted her head and smiled softly.

    Then, she withdrew all her expressions, and on the huge screen behind her, her name receded, and the words "2517 seven years ago" quietly leaked out.

    The hard font, the perseverance and brokenness of black and gray, hide the dark pain in the unnoticed place.

    “Boom—”

    Several words were smashed, and after a second of silence, the fragments scattered to the entire screen, and there were flashes of pictures wherever they passed.

    Ruan Yu has drawn a lot of pictures in the system, and has produced many short videos of a few seconds or tens of seconds.

    Because Chu Tong was too fond of her, she also asked Ruan Yu to put her Q-version characters in it. Later, she asked someone to make a video around it, and it is still displayed at home.

    Some company contacted Zhuo Yan, wanted to ask for authorization, and also wanted to contact the artist, but they were all rejected.

    The background of the other seven people was designed by the visual team. Everyone just gave their ideas. The main controller is the boss of the grouping team.

    On Ruan Yu's side, she is the core.

    This is a desolate wilderness, a post-apocalyptic scene.

    The combination of reality and art, the secondary creation of memory and fantasy.

    The giant screen showcases this scene well.

    The earth was black to red, with cracks smoking from time to time, scavengers hovering high in the sky, the sky was leaden, and the horizon was dim in the distance.

    No broken limbs, no dead bodies, no **** seas, no wars.

    But there is tragedy everywhere.

    Ruan Yu, dressed in a light gray-green gauze dress, stood on the stage, and under her feet was an extension of the scene that was integrated with the rear projection screen.

    The pleats are in a spiral shape, rolling and undulating, and the hollow pattern on the skirt carefully depicts the scars and light and shadow. Only when you get close can you find that there are stars on the skirt.

    She stood there, the dim color seemed to blend with this desolate world.

    When the first chanting sounded, everyone on the scene and watching the live broadcast felt that their heart was slammed.

    His name is Li Ling.

     Ruan Yu thought, the first person I saw.

    Her name is Xia Qing.

     Ruan Yu thought, the second person I saw.

    There are many others that she did not see.

    "The dust is buried in the years, the mounds and the stone tablets whisper

     Hold your breath, the bones guide me

    So I saw the path of invisible blood"

    No one can tell exactly what it was like to hear Ruan Yu sing this song at first.

    They just felt that the whole person was taken away from the soul.

    The camera was not given to Ruan Yu, which was discussed early in the morning.

    The background is slowly changing, and blood stains are splattered from the wet ground.

     "Clear footsteps become cluttered

    Snow covers the ground

    Buried black soil”

     "Skull, Spine, Heart

    Golden light condenses into a sword

    I sprinkle my ashes on the edge of the sword"

    A ray of light suddenly appeared from the top of the Twin Towers, like a dazzling light blooming in the dark, shooting straight down.

    Day, was split.

    "Tear, shatter, light through

    It was a flame, hot and luminous"

    There are shouts, roars, and cries.

    The beam gradually expands, and the black and red land fades and becomes brand new since it is illuminated, as if purifying.

    A seed falls on it.

    In the radiance of the twin towers, there is a faint silhouette, and there is an endless river of motorcades.

    The seeds sprouted, and the first smear of green appeared on the desolate and silent ground.

    Ruan Yu's voice softened, like coaxing it to sleep and growing up quickly.

    A little starlight lit up on the stage, and the stars reflected in the dark night, holding this little green, and walking towards hope with it.

    The gray-black green on Ruan Yu's body gradually disappeared.

    —

    The performance ended, and everyone at the scene couldn't recover for a long time.

    The audience in the live room has gone crazy.

    【How can this be sung by humans? 】

    [I don't know why I just want to cry]

    [Ruan Yu looks like she is laughing but why do I always think she is crying]

    【2517 Ah... Doomsday】

      It's just a moment of breathing.]

    Lan Pyo unconsciously wiped her face with her hands, but she felt tears on her face.

    "I..." She lowered her head in a daze, looking at the dim light and seeing the water marks reflected on her hands.

    Why am I crying...

    —

    Ruan Yu got off the stage, and Zhuo Yan was waiting for her next to the elevator.

    "Be careful."

    Zhuo Yan stretched out her hand and helped Ruan Yu out of the lift platform.

    "Are you okay?" she asked with concern.

    Ruan Yu nodded and said nothing.

    System: [Memory has been sealed, reminder, the host's hormone levels fluctuate and are extremely chaotic, it is recommended to rest more]

    The group quickly went to the backstage lounge, walking with wind, and the footsteps were chaotic but not annoying.

    The host was in control of the venue, and asked the audience before and after the live broadcast to remember to rate Ruan Yu, and informed that the voting of eight people would start immediately later.

    People who watch online need to enter the rating page through the link in the live broadcast room, which is also counted by a certain code of the mobile phone, not the live broadcast account.

    And there is no krypton gold channel, the voting is limited to five minutes, after which the link is invalid, and there is no chance to find someone to brush the vote.

    What's more, the link is provided by the system. It monitors the whole process. If you want to cheat, you will have to wait ten lifetimes for the technology to soar beyond the high-dimensional space.

    The system is confident in this regard.

    But what it is not confident about is that Ruan Yu crosses in abruptly from time to time.

    System: […]

    On the big day, don't force me to swear.

    Are you kidding me at Galaxy!

    I'm really pissed!

    Ruan Yu stood calmly on the ground and knocked on the frantic system: "Come on, change me into clothes that are convenient for movement first."

    This dress and shoes are really not good.

    Then she turned around, looked at Lian Shuo and Nie Yun who were following, and said helplessly: "I didn't say that I didn't know if there would be an accident, so don't follow for the time being."

    Lian Shuo did not speak.

    Nie Yun smiled: "Then you have to come."