I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

Holding the guitar, Lu Yuan walked slowly to the center of the stage.

Taking a deep breath, looking around everyone, he closed his eyes.

He is looking for feeling.

"Do you continue the original song today?"

"Yes, Teacher Luo."

"I am looking forward to you."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Is there an accompaniment this time?" Luo Dalu asked subconsciously after looking at Lu Yuan's guitar and pushing his glasses.

"some."

"That's good."

"Thank you!"

Lu Yuan bowed.

Of course he closed his eyes.

He is still looking for feelings.

An Xiao sat in the judges chair and watched Lu Yuan silently.

Among the judges, only she knew the true identity of the player wearing a dog head mask.

To be honest, she was surprised at first when she heard Lu Yuan participate in this show.

She remembered the scene when she saw Lu Yuan for the first time. At that time, Lu Yuan was wearing a pleated shirt with an insincere but shy smile on his face, and he appeared in front of her very savagely.

Obviously he is not a liar, but he is very funny to be a liar.

She was bold enough to deceive Wang Jinxue by acting as the front desk of the company.

He is really not suitable for lying.

Because at that time his eyes were too hypocritical...

An Xiao shook his head.

To be honest, she never thought that this ordinary man was so talented, director, actor, screenwriter, pianist, arranger, lyrics, and now a singer...

Almost the entertainment circle can be involved, he has all set foot in it like a bastard, squandering his talents wantonly.

An Xiao has never seen such a person.

At this moment, he was standing on the stage enjoying countless lights shining, while she was sitting on the judges seat under the stage watching him.

At this moment, her eyes were a little complicated, and she didn't know where the complexity came from.

What kind of man is this?

………………………………

Lu Yuan opened his eyes and the expression in the mask became serious.

He felt his state slowly returning.

He found it.

This feeling is very good.

Of course, the people standing in the center of the stage are still so uncomfortable, the lights are still so dazzling, including the audience below who have different eyes, not far away watching their judges silently...

However, it is much better than when I first appeared on stage.

Anything you are not used to must be used to.

The light dimmed slightly and became less dazzling...

Then the prelude slowly sounded, and Lu Yuan closed his eyes again, as if he had returned to the spring of that year.

That year, the grass grows and the ying flies.

That year, he met a girl who made Lu Yuan start learning guitar and piano.

Although the girl certainly didn't remember Lu Yuan, and she didn't know that there was a silly honest person thinking about playing the guitar and piano and pretending to be a force in front of her, although Lu Yuan was a loser...

But thinking about it now, everything is quite useful.

Isn't it good?

"You said you love lilacs the most

Because your name is her

What a melancholy flower

Sentimental people..."

This is a song "Lilac".

It was also the tune that Lu Yuan played when he first learned the guitar.

Lu Yuan has a deep memory.

When the memory slowly drifted through the petals and when the fragrance of the memory seemed to be smelled in his breath, Lu Yuan played the guitar.

Then sang this song with all my emotions.

His voice is no longer the madness of "Love When I Die", nor the loud and changeable "Let Me Happy and Worry", nor the vicissitudes of "Old Boy", not even as stunning...

His voice has become a faint and pure feeling, in a way of telling a story, he has all his emotions into it.

It seemed to memorialize something.

Luo Dalu closed his eyes, and the melody accompanied Lu Yuan's singing, which easily penetrated into his heart.

This is a person with a story.

At the same time this is a song with a story.

Even Luo Dalu's heart can outline the beauty and melancholy of this story...

"This person is weird!"

Lu Yuan's voice is not amazing at the moment, but Luo Dalu appreciates this feeling that he hasn't experienced for a long, long time.

An Xiao didn't close her eyes, she was open.

She looked at Lu Yuan, still so silent, as Lu Yuan sang slowly, she took a deep breath.

What story is hidden in this Lu Ergouzi? How did he write such a sentimental but not objectionable song, and how did he write it?

She didn't believe that this song was thought of by Lu Yuan temporarily. She would rather believe that the sow would climb the tree than that. She felt that this song had been written by Lu Yuan for a long time, and it had been deposited for a long time.

Very flavorful.

Others are right, you are a born singer!

It's not because you have a good voice, or because you can write songs, but because your feelings are injected into this song.

And it seems to give this song a soul.

An Xiao then closed his eyes and admired the feeling.

The other judges were a bit weird.

Obviously Lu Yuan’s voice is extremely high-pitched. He has sung crazy songs like "I’m Dead" ...

However, he is different. At this moment, the song is too delicate, as delicate as seeing the flowers floating in spring, the flying birds, and the touching moments.

The average person simply can't make such an incredible conversion, but he did it, and he did it very well!

This is a monster!

This is a natural singer monster!

"The grave is full of flowers

It's the beauty you desire

Look at the mountains and plains

Do you still feel lonely..."

Lu Yuan slowly closed his eyes and raised his head. The feeling in his mind became stronger and stronger, and he became more and more lyrical.

The feelings were released without exception, and he felt very relaxed after being released, but this relaxation was mixed with helplessness...

What is like and what is not like?

The past will eventually become smoke...

Some things will not be there again if they leave, but the unforgettable things that have always existed in the memory are always beautiful things.

Youth always has regrets, right?

After singing a passage, he played the guitar and opened his eyes.

Feelings are completely integrated into it.

His movements are not as professional as other players, so dazzling, but his movements are very natural, coupled with this song makes everyone feel very harmonious.

His soul has penetrated into it.

……………………………………

"The flower in front of the grave..."

"That you..."

"Who are these?"

Wang Zhenxue watched the TV silently, feeling a little sad inexplicably.

She originally thought that Lu Yuan was a heartless person, all day long thinking about getting rich and getting rid of people, obviously very young, but with some male chauvinism.

He doesn't care about people, he never does.

How can a person who can't take care of himself well care about others?

But now she found herself wrong.

This is a man with a story.

The deeper his feelings, the more he shows that he doesn't care. Maybe he usually laughs, but there is an incurable scar in his heart.

Otherwise he would not write such a song.

"Is your past really as ordinary as I said before?"

Wang Zhenxue lowered her head and sighed suddenly.

…………………………

"He can sing this kind of song."

"I never dreamed that he would sing this song instead of rock and roll!"

"terrible!"

"Why do I want to cry so much?"

"me too."

"I once loved a girl, that girl was very good, but now she has left. That was my first love."

"Stop talking, everyone is the same, I don't know why, I think this song is better than that of Chen Han."

"Sorry, doghead singer, I have been hacking you before, and I have been scolding you for fancy hype, but today I will not hack you and you will not scold you anymore. I want to give you a thumbs up..."

"me too."

"I want to like you too..."

"..."

On the Internet, countless netizens were silent after hearing this song, and then sent out their own messages to like this song. Several netizens thought of some past events inexplicably and felt the lyrics of this song. The writing is very sad, obviously you shouldn't listen, but they can't help but listen, and even if they can, they will listen to it over and over again.

It doesn’t matter who wins and who wins. The important thing is that they like this song. If the audience is to vote, they will definitely vote for it.

………………………

This stage belongs to Lu Yuan.

Guitar melody, accompaniment melody, Lu Yuan’s singing...

All of this shows Lu Yuan's amazing control.

At this moment, Lu Yuan is not like a singer, but like a bard, telling a moving story on stage.

The story is very vague, or even very unspecific, but everyone is substituted.

A few spectators rubbed their eyes off the court, feeling very uncomfortable, and tears came out of them.

"The yard is full of lilacs

Full of beautiful purple flowers

I am here with her

Protect her for life..."

When Lu Yuan finished singing the last lyrics, he slowly put down the guitar and let out a long breath.

The guitar is still playing and the accompaniment continues...

But everything has come to an end.

When he looked at the audience under the stage again, he saw that these audiences were silent.

The atmosphere has become very depressing inexplicably, and the depression is uncomfortable.

When the last note was over, Chen Han's face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He knew that there was indeed a mind like Lu Yuan, but he never thought that a person who sang rock so crazy could sing this kind of lyrical song...

This feeling is really uncomfortable.

He lowered his head, but he did not admit that he had lost. Although Lu Yuan sang very well, he didn't think he had lost...

"Who are you?" Luo Dalu suddenly opened his eyes to look at Lu Yuan, his eyes sharp.

"what?"

"I can't imagine you have changed so much in the entertainment industry. Tell me, are you Lu Yuan?"

"..." Lu Yuan was silent.

He cannot answer this question.

"No matter who you are, but I want to choose you..."

"Teacher Luo, the host hasn't spoken yet..." The judges next to him reminded Luo Dalu to pay attention to his identity and attitude...

"I know, but I vote for you! Also, I can't guess who you are. When the real answer is revealed, I'm still not sure, so I won't guess!"

Before the host took the stage, Luo Dalu voted for Lu Yuan. After taking refuge, he leaned back on the chair, and the song and melody continued to echo in his mind.

As if he had completed the task, as if the show had nothing to do with him.

"Well, Teacher Luo, don't get excited, the process, the process is still necessary... ahem... After all, I am the host, I want face... otherwise the director will fire me..."

At this time, the host was embarrassed on stage, picked up the microphone and started to laugh at himself.