Hedgehog

Chapter 56 Running

After singing the song, I was caught by the host. The host of SV channel has always been very good at playing, keeping up with the heat, deliberately grabbed Lu Yan and me and asked if we usually go online, do you know what "amazing couple" means? , As soon as the words came out, the audience screamed wildly. It seems that the audit of SV channel is not wronged.

I danced all the way, was sweating, and was busy shaking my hair. Lu Yan was there to deal with the host. I only answered that there will be a show later, but the host still didn’t let me go, and asked me if I knew what the audience expected , forcing me to answer yes, otherwise I am sorry for the love of fans.

The live broadcast actually seemed to be delayed by 2 minutes. I don’t know if it’s too late for me to rush to the live broadcast room and ask them to use the pictures of the sub-stage to erase this part.

When I got off the stage, I had to wait for four hours.

I was sweating all over and just wanted to change my clothes. Anyway, I didn’t have my songs during this time. I wanted to go to the hotel to take a shower and change clothes before coming back. I told the makeup artist and a choreographer, and they said there would be a group competition later. Jian Ke wants to arrange for me to play.

SV channel is such a thieves. They put all the star programs with a lot of fans on the New Year's Eve to [-] o'clock in the morning. See you later.So they came up with this method again, set up a halftime game, get all these big-name stars up, play mentally retarded games, and show off.

"I'll be back as soon as possible."

After taking a shower and playing games, I didn't want to sweat, I didn't try my best at all, fortunately, I was in the same group as Lu Yan, and I really won. He was still wearing a coat, and he took it off while playing. I helped him hold it, and the next thing started to go crazy scream.

I shouldn't let Ji Rongfu watch the live broadcast, I should find a video on the Internet for him to watch.

When I was sleeping in the dressing room with two hours left, someone knocked on the door suddenly. I didn’t even bother to get up. I felt that person walked behind me, and suddenly something furry pressed against my face, which made me jump up in fright.

A milk cat stared at me with big eyes.

Lin Xiaobai hugged the cat, still holding its paw, and looked at me with a smile.

"Lin Xiaobai, what are you doing, want to be beaten?"

Lin Xiaobai is not afraid of me beating him at all.

"Here you are." He also handed the cat to me: "Thank you for helping me talk to Director Jian."

It seems that this guy is not stupid to the end, he didn't have a show tonight, but he was suddenly added to a song mix the day before yesterday. It was a segment where a young singer pays tribute to his seniors. He sang golden songs, and he should be able to sing well. Singing well is even more unexpected, and it can also cause the whole audience to sing to create an illusion of good singing skills.This kind of good business that only makes money but does not lose was originally reserved for young singers and Zhou Lu who have backgrounds like Le Zong's own main promotion. This year, Xu Yi was added. Lin Xiaobai had no share. Qian Di squatted under the stage to watch the rehearsal. Each of them wore a military coat and gnawed chicken legs. There were three songs in total. The connection between one song by Nie Xingqiu and one by Ni Jing was a bit strange. It would be nice to add a song "The Cloud Is Burning" to this place."

"The Cloud Is Burning" was written by Zhou Zixiang, the most mysterious and unrestrained one among the three kings and one queen, who was killed by a racing car in his prime, so he can be considered a hero.At that time, the heavenly kings were all film and television singers. In the early years, Qi Chu’s manager Xiao Lin put forward a theory called one positive and one unique. The one is Zhou Zixiang, he is a little too beautiful, he is very suitable to play the young master of the last generation, his brows and eyes are full of the delicacy and loneliness of the waning dynasty, he is good in playing Qin Ziying.

Qian Di answered the call and asked me who could sing "The Cloud Is Burning".

This is one of my favorite Cantonese songs. In fact, I sing it best. My voice is a bit like Zhou Zixiang, but you can't be too shameless. I just said Lin Xiaobai.

For people like Jian Ke, I sang to him, but he was completely indifferent. I casually said something to Qian Di, but he listened to it, and temporarily added this song to the skewers. There were still two or three days left. There is no schedule, but Lin Xiaobai is now in the wild, and he is so poor that he came here without any notice.

Even if this little bastard has a conscience, he knows how to repay me.

"You're out of your mind." I looked at the cat in his hand with distaste: "Thank you for not giving me a dog, but a father for me?"

I can't keep cats with my temper. I'm difficult enough to deal with. There can't be two tigers in one mountain.

"This cat has a good temper." Lin Xiaobai only cared about playing tricks, and greeted me with the cat's paw, like a mentally retarded person: "Hi, tell Brother Lin that we have a good temper, right..."

"How do you know this cat has a good temper?"

Milk cats are naturally very cute, and when they grow up, they will fly to the sky and escape to the ground. I myself was eaten to death by Ji Rongfu, so I don’t understand this kind of routine?

"Because its mother has a good temper." Lin Xiaobai looked at me with a smile: "It has four brothers and sisters, all of which have been snatched away. It is the last one. I finally left it to you."

No wonder this guy's singing has been getting worse and worse in the past two years. It turns out that he is addicted to masturbating cats at home, and sooner or later he will become a waste.

"Let's put it away." I watched him put the cat in the basket he brought, which was covered with towels or something, and also brought a small feeding bottle. This cat looks a bit like Sanhua, with gray and white patterns , furry, but the head is rounder, there is a "king" character on the tiger's head, and a clear "M" on its head, which is straightforward enough.

Lin Xiaobai talked excitedly at the side again, probably saying that he was very happy to be on the same stage with Chen Jing. The cat was rolling in the basket, wrapped in a towel and unable to move. When I found that I was looking at it, it also looked at me innocently with its eyes open.

A cat is a big killer to human beings, because its proportion is very similar to that of a human baby, with big eyes, round head, watery eyes, fluffy and chubby hair, which tricks a mindless guy like Lin Xiaobai into willingly shoveling for it. Forever shit.

It's a pity that I don't eat this set very much.

Half an hour before midnight, I took out my phone and took a picture of the cat. I wanted to post on Weibo, but I was too lazy to log in again, so I sent it to Ji Rongfu.

He didn't answer my call, but he replied quickly.

"Whose cat?"

"Your." I replied to him like this: "Practice the shit-shoveling technique well, and it will come in handy soon."

I can imagine him laughing over there.

He replied to me: Are you preparing to go on stage?

I didn't answer, and asked him: What about you, are you watching TV?

He replied: no.

Deceiving too much!

I called directly, but it took a while to pick up, the voice was noisy, obviously it was really outside, Yang Yue's schedule was wrong.

"Where are you?" I didn't bother to listen to him answer: "Give you 10 minutes, find a place with a TV."

"It's a bit difficult." Ji Rongfu said with a smile.

"After I go back, you will know what it means to be 'a little difficult'." I threatened him coldly.

The lounge door rang, and it was the on-site choreographer: "Lin Sui, you are about to go on stage, go to the dressing room to touch up your makeup..."

My fucking audience is gone, and I have to make up ass.

"Ji Rongfu, you'd better sit in front of the TV for me obediently now." I threatened him again: "You don't want to know what it looks like when I lose my temper."

Ji Rongfu was still just laughing, the surroundings were still very noisy, mixed with girls' laughter, I couldn't hear what he said, because the knock on the door was louder on my side, and I wanted to threaten a few more words, but the phone on his side hung up.

well.

I stood in the narrow living room with bright lights, my mind went blank for a second or two, and then I saw myself in the mirror smiling.

It is a rare experience to laugh back from anger.

The knocking on the door was louder, probably thought I was asleep, if I didn't open the door again, there would be news tomorrow that Lin Sui was in charge of the midnight shift on New Year's Eve, but turned out to be stage fright.It is even more true that I climbed up from the [-]th line of small artists, and I can't get on the stage.

I went to the door and opened it. The director wanted to rush me, but seeing the expression on my face, I was taken aback.

"Help me watch the cat, I'm going to make up."

Changing clothes, putting on makeup, getting ready to go on stage, probably because Ji Rongfu provoked me, I was a bit murderous when I put on clothes, and the makeup artist smiled at me: "It's so fierce, the aura is up..."

If Ji Rongfu appeared in front of me at this moment, he should know what it looks like when I lose my temper.

There was a band, and there was an electric guitar and keyboard, and we couldn’t use the lift platform. We entered the stage from the side of the stage, set up battles in the dark, and waited for Chen Jing to finish singing. Nervous, even teasing me: "Lin Sui, don't be so serious, we agreed to grill skewers together later..."

I glanced at their bass Jin Yu.

"Remember to give me a piece of bass at the end."

"Why?" Their lead singer was absent, and the rest of them panicked: "You don't really want to sing that part, Jian Ke even said it was cut."

"I wrote the song myself, why don't I sing it." I heard the countdown to the New Year's Eve outside, it should be Chen Jing, his show was in front of me, and he just stepped off the stage when I sang, so he probably couldn't hear the song.

"but……"

Others also said that Jin Yu had already whistled without fear of trouble.

Bringing your own band is good. Jian Ke wanted me to sing the castrated version, but I didn't listen to it. Anyway, I won't be able to make a name for myself in the future. If I don't want to have a good time now, let's wait until later.What's more, Ji Rongfu provoked me, and I was so angry that I had nowhere to vent.

"There's nothing but, you just say it's my idea." I looked at them coldly with my guitar in my hand: "What? I've made money for two years, and I've lost all my courage."

Those who play rock and roll are prone to agitation, and when this is said, everyone else is overwhelmed, shouting non-stop: "Sing and sing, what are you afraid of, fuck it!"

The countdown was over, and the host was still on the side stage to interview Chen Jing. Several people from the Trojan horse were still eager to discuss whether they would like to do a solo section with a big ticket. Someone handed me the electric guitar. It was heavy. This guitar looks like The one I had when I was a teenager was also red all over, shaped like a flame.In the darkness, I could see the light boards of my fans on the side of the stage. They had already sensed something, and they looked this way eagerly.

That bastard Ji Rongfu had better sit in front of the TV and watch it for me now, otherwise I will definitely blow his head with this guitar when I go back.

The host began to announce the curtain, and I lightly stroked the strings of the guitar with my fingers. The cold steel strings were silent and quiet.I heard the drummer tap the floor with his foot.

Has the 19-year-old Lin Sui ever thought about this scene?

"Next, we invite Lin Sui and Trojan Horse Band to sing the song "Crazy"."

When the follow spot lights came down, the stage was brightly lit up instantly, and I heard the clear beat of the drummer, and there was the sound of guqin in the soundtrack.

"Go to a place where there is no blade of grass..." The voice gradually became quieter, and I slowly raised my eyes to look at the camera, and said with a sigh: "A defeat."

I heard my own voice echoing in the venue. After running in the grassland for five years, I finally learned a little bit of desolation.

Let go of the microphone stand, turn around, exchange a look with the drummer, and turn around again, the sound of the electric guitar and the drum set explodes in an instant, dazzling fireworks burst from the side of the stage, and the stage is instantly bright as day.

The vibrating strings of the electric guitar is like riding a horse to the river with Yuan Rui that morning. In the cold winter, there are countless birds and geese perched by the river. I rushed down the hillside on the horse, and thousands of wild geese flew up together Amidst the noise of thousands of birds chirping, countless wings flapped and flew towards the sky, like a heavy rain.

I pressed each steel string with my fingers, and it was as familiar as breathing. GF-B4, several slide strings cut into the riffs, strummed, bass foiled, turned into a sixteenth note and sextuplet, pushed with speed At the climax, the sound of shaking the strings swept across the stage, the fanatical and noisy electric guitar, and the unique and extremely impactful metal sound.

I stood up and held the cold microphone stand and sang my favorite piece of rock and roll.

"Somelegendsaretold! someturntodustortogold!" I grabbed the microphone with my fingers, looked at Jian Ke in the audience, and sang provocatively: "Butyouwillrememberme! rememberme, forcenturies!"

No one knows that I will take English after the Buddha's gatha, just like no one knows that I can sing rock and roll with my original tone. When I thought I would just finish singing this piece of rock and roll, my voice turned into an angry voice, and the audience had a second to react before cheering wildly.

This paragraph is written for Yin Xi. At the age of 21, I still don’t know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and I feel that I am destined to do something earth-shattering. Musicians like to sing this song when they are in residence, just for the heartyness of this section.

Rock is actually a magic trick of rhythm and emotion, which makes you unable to help being substituted into the enthusiasm of the song. Now there is a word called "burning". Judging by this standard, this song is actually not burning well. The orchestration increases, the paragraphs advance, and finally soars. When it comes to the falsetto of C3, it seems like gorgeous fireworks bursting in the night sky.

I heard my own voice reverberating in the venue. I am a natural rock voice. Even if it is not sandy, I will always have that kind of youthful sense of life and death. The heavier the metal feeling of the instrument, the more it can increase this sense of contrast, like Dragon Slaying The young man stood at the entrance of the cave, even if the dark clouds were overwhelming the city, it couldn't cover that thin figure.

What's more, my angry voice is so beautiful, this unbroken roar, the sound pressure is terrible, and it will always be more shocking than the sharp treble, this is the ultimate killer in rock music.In fact, I never use angry sounds easily, because I cherish my voice.But he, Jian Ke, actually gave up on me, so I'll let him see what he gave up.

After the first chorus, there was a solo with drums. The drum beats crazily pushed the emotions to a high point, and I jumped up along with it. Now I know why my master had long hair in the first place, because it is so cool to shake.

There were beads of sweat on my nose and I was thrown out. It was very hot, and the cheers and screams were deafening. I unplugged the guitar, dragged the microphone stand, and walked to the front of the catwalk amidst the noise. I knew Jane Ke’s The location is not far from there, I want to see his expression.

But it doesn't really matter.

The lyrics and music of this song are all my own. There are a lot of short words in the middle, and the rhythm is getting faster and faster, just like the technique in "Annoyance".

The second stanza sounded very quickly, only my voice and the drum kit were left. For a while, I liked to write such short short words. It sounded like rap, but not like chanting scriptures. In fact, I should use the techniques of modern musical theater. Sing, just watch "Cats" or "Waiting for Godot" once.

I stood at the top of the runway and sang this passage.

The lyrics are all written by me, fragmented words, each word is what I think in my heart at the moment when I write it down.

"Flatiness, Kitsch, Jealousy..." I thought of the actresses in the musical theater, singing this should be accompanied by hand gestures, but unfortunately I was too lazy to move, I just raised my eyes, passed the crowd of fanatical fans, and saw countless people holding hands in the back seating area. Glow stick face.

"Violence, hatred, fear..." I found Yin Xi: "betrayal, deceit, inferiority..."

In the past, Ye Xiao talked about writing songs, and said that a good song is a good story, from the beginning to the end, this paragraph is not so much a judgment as a memory.Take a look at all kinds of life, right and wrong are judged by the listeners.

I didn't expect to see Ji Rongfu among Yin Xi and the leaders of SV station.

He smiled at me quietly, his amber eyes were curved, and the surrounding light sticks waved and printed on his face, his eyes were like deep pools of starlight, shining brightly.The light on the stage turned on again, and it went dark. I could barely see what he was wearing. He seemed to be talking to me. I saw the shape of his mouth. He raised his hand as if he was watching a concert. Holding a fluorescent stick, he waved it at me seriously.

What is he talking about, tai?Or ti?

I take back the words to hit him in the face with the guitar.

"Struggle, transformation, dream..." I held the guitar by the neck and sang with a smile: "Who is laughing at me?"

It shouldn't be sung like this, it should be self-deprecating and self-deprecating, rather than an outburst after depression and confusion: "Who is laughing at me?"

Singing like this is crazy in itself.

But singing this way is more suitable for what I will do later.

I dragged the microphone stand and walked back slowly. There was a sofa in the middle of the stage. At the end of the version that Jian Ke wanted, I half-lyed on the sofa to make the final fixed point. Lip corners, then end.

However, I lay down, put one foot on the sofa, and looked at the Trojan Horse Band. The bass sounded over there, and the chasing light came down.

I lay in the center of the pale chasing light, and sang lazily: "Nanzhan Chen Wang is a great talent, and the rest of you are really hard to judge..."

The fans were still screaming, but because it was in a theatrical tone, they didn't even know how to keep the beat. It looked funny and cute.

At this moment, the broadcast room should be in chaos, but it doesn't matter, SV has the top live broadcasting experience in the country, even the last time the crazy fans rushed to the stage to hug Ye Lan, which caused the interruption of the performance, it was finally able to recover smoothly, this is just a trivial matter.

My eyes slowly looked around for a week, and finally found Jian Ke who was among the choreographers and directors under the stage. human expression.

When I left the bar that day, he looked at me the same way, focused, dignified, and didn't move away for a second.

Really boring.

"I'm going to play Guanqing tonight..." I put my hands on my knees, looked around at Zhou Lu, Xu Yi, Ye Lan, even Lu Yan and Chen Jing who had finished singing, smiled frivolously, and stopped every word Di sang: "Out, get, three, divide, head, land, come."

The follow spot lights dimmed, the lifting platform fell, and I descended to the stage with the sofa, and the applause outside was like a storm.

Trojan horse band is also miserable, I left here after singing, they will slowly leave the stage, probably will be caught by Jian Ke.

I got out from under the stage, ran into the lounge along the long corridor, took off my clothes, put on my big down jacket, put on a mask, carried a guitar on my back, and put the little milk cat in a towel Wrapped and put it in his pocket, he sent a message to Ji Rongfu: "Wait for me at exit B2."

When I returned the clothes, the makeup artist smiled at me: "Go home?"

"Yes, go home."

I was running all the way in the backstage corridor, the lights were as bright as day, countless people were passing by, makeup artists, costume artists, managers were looking for someone, the director was looking for someone, Zhou Lu was losing his temper and asked his assistant to bring him coffee, Xu Yi He called me "Brother Lin" in surprise, the door of Lin Xiaobai's lounge was closed, and the word "Chen Jing" was written on the lounge near the door...

This is the circle I want to fight for all my life. It is full of betrayal, temptation, spotlights and fancy clothes, and the ground is full of crushed dignity and the backbone of a teenager.This is also the circle where I can't climb to the top anyway, because I'm the most stubborn rock.

This circle will always continue to be lively and prosperous like this. No matter who is lost or who is added, the changes caused are not as good as the flapping wings of a butterfly.

Lin Caiqin said that I would doubt myself, that I would gradually become humble under the light of Ji Rongfu, and that I would become someone I didn't even know.

Then I will burn once wantonly, like the moment a meteor falls into the atmosphere, even if it is known to be a flash of light, at least it can be engraved in the hearts of everyone who has seen it.Even if one day I finally become a mediocre and boring person, at least Ji Rongfu will remember my most brilliant appearance.

At least I will remember my most brilliant appearance.

That's what I'm singing this song about.

After the singing is over, it's over, whether it's Jian Ke or Yin Xi, they will be strangers from now on, whether I can write a good song, whether I can become popular, it's a story for the future.Maybe I can write a better song, maybe I can find a good producer, like-minded, with similar tastes, and make a good album.Maybe I wasted a lot of good songs, but in the end I'm just a small [-]th-line artist in this circle...

It doesn't matter anymore.

The enthusiasm at this moment, the excitement that makes the blood boil, the dazzling lights, the deafening cheers and applause are really worth remembering.

At the end of the corridor, a light was broken, the wooden door of the exit of B2 was ajar, and a ray of white sunlight penetrated through the crack of the door. I could smell the cold air, which belonged to the smell of winter in City C. The closer I got to the door , The cold air filled my lungs.

I ran wildly, gasping for breath. I haven't run like this since I was 19. I almost circled the entire gymnasium. My heart was beating violently, and there was a buzzing sound in my ears. It seemed like it was going to fall down in a second.

But I know where I'm going.

Behind that door is the cold and wet winter in the south, the open rain and the gray sky, Ji Rongfu who is quietly waiting for me, and my unknown and wonderful whole life from this second onwards.

(Finish)

The author has something to say: The English in Kuang's lyrics comes from Falloutboy's centuries, because it's English scum, I was listening to this song when I wrote it, so I borrowed it.The following Chinese lyrics are written a bit like Dou Wei's "Advanced Animals".

The poem at the end is the congratulations in "Three Poems of Wu Jun's Self-Mourning", which is a bit out of the way.

"Nanzhan Chen Wang is a talented person, and the rest of you are really hard to choose. I will die today and play Guanqing, and I will be able to stand out."

Some readers asked me the meaning of this poem, so I added a little personal interpretation.

Chen Wang should refer to Chen Wang Cao Zhi, Xie Lingyun, a poet in the Southern and Northern Dynasties (Li Bai is his fanboy), once said a very crazy sentence: "There is only one stone in the world. Cao Zijian monopolizes eight fights. I have one fight. The world shares one stone." Dou." This is the origin of Badoucai.Playing the crown and celebrating each other is a derogatory allusion, describing a person who is proud.

In fact, considering the talent of hedgehogs, there is no big problem in reciting this poem, not to mention that the song itself is called "Crazy", but Jian Ke cut this paragraph because of the friendliness of hedgehogs. The map cannon is fired too big.

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