1novels Chapter 25 Yan Feiran
Chapter 25 Yan Feiran
They were sitting here, but their hearts were concerned about Yan Feiran who didn't know the situation.At the same time, it is also waiting for that miracle that is so small that it almost does not exist.
The joy of being able to successfully enter the arena at the beginning has evolved into a loss that is hard to hide.Even the countdown to the finals sounded on the big screen, but they couldn't mobilize their emotions.
“5、4、3、2、1！”
As the countdown on the screen reached the number "1", golden fireworks rose up behind the stage, exploded on the dark blue sky, and slowly fell with bright fireworks.
"Are you ready?" Following the high-pitched and bright voice of the host, a burst of cheers erupted from the scene.
From the brilliant lights of the stage, three figures appeared from the smoke produced by the dry ice, from hazy to clear.They are Zhou Zihua, Cui Jun and Meng Xingyue, three celebrity mentors.
If Yan Feiran's fans still had a little bit of hope until now, the people who appeared on the stage completely dispelled their thoughts, and their moods fell to the bottom.
Synchronize the barrage on the live video, and instantly become crazy.
[Hahaha is still refusing rumors, it has been confirmed]
[I am happy when I think that I will no longer have to see Yan Feiran's arrogant face]
[National idol is doing well!Since you can’t sing, don’t go on stage]
Yan Fei then appealed to his circle: the situation is not clear now, let's not go out and argue, we must trust Yan Ge.
believe him.
This is the confidence that Yan Feiran gave them. In the eight years since his debut, he has never disappointed his fans.Although the experience of being bad-mouthed by the whole network is not as violent as this time, it is no stranger to him and his fans.
[It’s not just a bloodbath, it’s not like we haven’t seen it before]
[Brother Yan, no matter what happens, we will support you, as long as you are well enough]
[Take care of your body with peace of mind, we will wait for you. 】
【555 Hold my dear baby, don't bother with these boring people】
Fans didn't want to watch the show's well-prepared opening show, and left messages and comments on Yan Feiran's latest Weibo to express their support.
They want Yan Feiran to know that no matter what time it is, there are such a group of people who love and support him firmly.
On the stage was the solo stage of the first mentor. Cui Jun's vigorous singing and dancing caused bursts of excited screams on the scene. The sound wave passed through the crowd and was still clearly audible in the background.
Yan Feiran sat on the item box, pursed her lips slightly, and flicked the phone page with her fingers.
Zhou Qinqin stood beside him with a worried expression.
She knows how hurtful the comments on the Internet are, but she is afraid that with Yan Feiran's temper, persuasion will be counterproductive.
While hesitating, Sheng Jin strode over, knelt down beside Yan Feiran, looked up at him, and said cautiously: "Of course, don't look any more, is that okay?"
He is strong and domineering, but beside Yan Feiran, he is like a homeless stray dog, revealing a soft heart, begging in a humble tone.
Yan Feiran's gaze moved away from the phone, and fell into a pair of eyes full of supreme affection.
He reached out and stroked Sheng Jin's face lightly.This was the habit the two had when they got along many years ago. Whenever Sheng Jin felt uneasy, he would comfort him like this.
Sheng Jin was a little excited at once, but before he could hold his hand, Yan Feiran withdrew his hand and typed a line on the phone: I am preparing for the stage.
Sheng Jin reacted immediately.
It was under such circumstances that Yan Feiran wrote this song.Now what he reads are not only these overwhelming public opinions, but also the messages sent to him by fans.
He immerses himself in these two very different emotions, half fire, half sea.
This carnival of public opinion because of him is like a fire dipped in poison, covering up the indifferent truth behind the Internet, and it will drown him like the bottom of the sea.Fans' messages to him, this unconditional love, became the oxygen he breathes.
He mobilized his emotions to achieve the best performance state.
After Sheng Jin understood, she didn't bother him anymore.After making a gesture to Zhou Qinqin, the two retreated not far away to wait.
Meng Xingyue exited amidst applause, and the stage lights dimmed.
The audience calmed down their excitement and looked forward to Zhou Zihua's appearance.Cui Jun is an idol who was born in singing and dancing, and Meng Xingyue is a cross-border singer. Of course, the stage effect is good, but in terms of singing skills, they are not as good as Zhou Zihua.
However, after a few seconds, the stage lights still did not change, and there was no voice of the host to announce the curtain.
what's the situation?
Both the audience and the barrage were puzzled.
[Is there something wrong with the equipment? 】
【This is impossible, this is a national idol】
[Laughing to death, what are you thinking, when did you see the situation in the new world?]
Amidst the speculation, the stage lights completely disappeared, and even the lights used for lighting in the venue were extinguished in an instant.The whole venue was plunged into darkness, only the "Safety Exit" light board exuded a faint green light.
There was an instant commotion at the scene.
At this moment, the big screen in the middle of the stage flickered, lighting up a snowflake noise.Immediately, a snowflake screen also appeared on the vertical screens on both sides of the stage, flickering irregularly.
There's no music, just electronic noise as the screen flickers with snowflakes.
Just when people's curiosity reached its climax, a title appeared on the largest snowflake screen on the stage—"Scorching" (1).
This word seems to come from the deepest part of the snowflake, from small to large.In the end, the characters filled the entire screen, split into black dots, and recomposed a few lines:
Original singer: Yan Feiran;
Composer: Yan Feiran;
Lyricist: Yan Feiran;
There was an uproar at the scene.
Yan Feiran's fans were so excited that they shed tears, crying and waving their hands, screaming Yan Feiran's name.Some cried bitterly, some covered their faces to let the tears flow silently, and some pinched their thighs and asked themselves: "Is this true? Is he really here?"
Not only did they come, but they also brought a new song that has never been published or sung live.
A new song with lyrics, music and singing.
Even though Yan Feiran's fans have long been used to his abuse, they are still shocked, not to mention other people.
The barrage is completely insane.
No amount of people can stop the enthusiasm of Yan Feiran fans.
They posted one after another non-stop, and occasionally a few eccentric comments flashed, and they were instantly drowned out.
An ethereal melody sounded on the stage, as if there was a person walking barefoot in the dark night, alone with nothing.
A beam of cold light fell from the ceiling, and people discovered that in the center of the stage, a grand piano rose up at some point, and the person sitting behind the piano playing the melody was Yan Feiran, who was at the center of the public opinion storm.
He opened his mouth.
In order to protect his injured throat, Yan Feiran did not speak for a day and a night.The current voice is different from his previous clear and bright voice, a little hoarse and dull, but it has an indescribably charming magnetism.
The whole place went quiet.
Following the rhythm of the notes, Yan Feiran spoke.Not singing, but reciting in a soft tone:
I don't know since when;
My eyes are nothing but black;
Like falling into hell underground;
For a long time silence was my dialogue;
He raised his eyes and glanced at the camera, his eyes were as cold as stones tempered by ice.The bony right hand pressed a few keys heavily, ending this section with an accent.
Every word hit everyone's heart.The whole venue was silent, waiting for him to continue:
The inhabitants of the world seem to be nowhere to be seen;
Only empty pavilions remain;
I staggered my way to find me once;
If I could see my crowd crowding the corners;
After a few rhythmic notes, the sound of the piano became melodious and long.With his left hand playing a powerful chord on the black and white keys, Yan Feiran leaned forward slightly and sang:
I climbed out of the ravine and picked up the blade;
I stepped on the lonely mountain and wasted in the frost and cold;
Both lead me to the lake and banish me to the campfire;
I'm just blind;
If you didn't love me and put a heavy chain on me;
The unseen sun will burn you;
His singing seemed to come from the deepest universe, resounding in people's hearts, and ruthlessly pierced those vain criticisms.
He used his pharyngeal voice superbly, and it sounded like weeping, but he also hid his stubbornness that never bowed his head.Not an indictment, but a firm trial.
On the stage tonight, Yan Feiran chose a black and white stitched shirt with a stand-up collar and floral lace.There was only one beam of light on the stage, and he sat in the deserted light, half as an angel and half as a devil.
The makeup that Ye Yuan created for him completely fits the stage, cold and light.Coupled with his overly beautiful face, the whole person is like a sharp knife that has been unsheathed, with a kind of beauty and exquisiteness like a blade, but fragile and easy to break.
The performance method of chanting and chanting makes everyone be drawn into his world, and listening to him slowly, is mesmerized.
I have inadvertently snooped too much in the crowd;
Laugh I shouldn't care about the smooth character;
Later I said that if you can't see my heart is like a knife;
Then you can design me like a peace of mind;
Right and wrong are reversed and the boundless dark night is my tall building;
Those who spy on me walk by again and again;
My pride came to comment:
"Madman of the world!"
Yan Feiran slammed his hands on the keyboard heavily, screaming "Madman of the world!" The camera captured his eyes, firm yet fragile, crazy yet sober.
In the auditorium, Yan Feiran's fans were already crying.
The heavy sound echoed in the sky above the venue, Yan Feiran's hands were frozen in the air, and his whole body was as tired as if he had run thousands of meters.He took a few heavy breaths, pulled the microphone closer, and sang:
I think I am a fire;
Even if people say that too warm can't survive for long;
Let all good and bad brew into a whirlpool;
but I walk on land;
Cut off from all your coercion;
His voice was unbroken like a gossamer, and in the suffocating darkness, a beam of light was thrown in to split the haze.And he on the stage is just that stubborn light.
When the last note dissipated, he stopped playing and said softly:
if you love me;
Please stop your self-justification;
During this process, he did not look at the camera or the audience, but turned his gaze to the backstage shrouded in darkness.
Sheng Jin froze, as if struck by lightning.
"If you love me, please stop your self-justification." He chewed this sentence over and over in his heart.He knew that if he could understand the emotion expressed by the lyrics, he could win back Yan Feiran's heart.
After singing, Yan Feiran stood up, held the piano and bowed to the stage to take a bow, his movements were as graceful as flowing clouds and flowing water.
The scene was silent as if there was no one there, and after a while, thunderous applause, cheers, and screams broke out, which was deafening.
The author says:
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Original author of the lyrics of "Burning": White Bird.
Thanks to the good sisters for their help, I love this song so much!It's Yan Feiran himself!