On the dance floor, the group of demons who vented their excess energy gradually quieted down as the music went down, and scattered back to their respective seats.
At the same time, Yan Lu also took to the stage with a wooden guitar.
As one of the well-known bars on Dongsan Street, Nine Colors is standard, and manic music is the standard, and a little clear stream like self-playing and self-singing is the only tune played by the blueberry bar next door.
Because of this, his coming to power attracted the attention of a small number of people, and the laughter soon became one.
Some even raised their voices, “Go down! Go down!”
One wave is higher than another, but it is a situation that has never happened in the nine colors.
The bar owner, Brother Tong, stood on the side of the stage with his arms folded, his brows furrowed into the word “Chuan”.
As a singer who has sung here for four years, Yan Lu has a good voice, but his personality is unplayable, so he has no future. Therefore, he feels good about his decision to return to his hometown.
For the last song, he hoped that he would finish it well, but now in this situation, he can’t help but wonder if this strict law is going to do something.
Qi Ming was a little frightened watching from the side, and he all wanted to pull Xiaoya to the rescue. After all, the little beauty is still quite popular.
At this moment, Yan Lu had already adjusted the state, indicating that the sound engineer could stop the music.
Then he looked at the crowd that was still making noise and said, “Hello everyone, my name is Yan Lu, I have been singing in Nine Colors for four years, three months, and 29 days. Today is my last time here. a day.”
Unsurprisingly, after this sentence was finished, instead of being quiet, the laughter became louder, and some people who didn’t care about it before also joined in.
Change someone, I’m afraid my legs are weak now and I have to flee in a hurry.
But in Yan Lu, he is someone who has seen big winds and waves, and this small occasion is completely invisible.
So, he just continued to say: “Next, I’m going to sing my last song here, and also the first song I’m about to leave, “Old Boy”.”
The voice fell and the melody started.
In the roar of laughter, although the sound of the wooden guitar was transmitted everywhere through the speakers, it was completely covered by the sound waves.
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That’s the person I miss day and night I love deeply
How should I express it, will she accept me?
Maybe I’ll never say that to her
I’m destined to travel the world, how can I be worried
Dream is always out of reach, should I give up
It’s another season when flowers bloom and fall, where are you in spring
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Twenty-eight-year-old body, forty-year-old soul, the strict singing contains all the emotions, experiences, successes and failures of the two worlds.
He used the simplest and purest voice to sing the complex emotions that ordinary people can’t understand at all.
In front of me, there are still colorful beams of light, like a fickle life with ups and downs.
Under the stage, the people who were making noise before have gradually quieted down in the singer’s infectious singing voice.
Occasionally, a few were still sneering and disdainful, but the corners of their mouths lifted up slowly brought out a bit of bitterness, and finally swallowed the wine.
It’s just because, in the lyrics, which are so smooth and almost plain, they are the memories of youth that everyone once had.
In the corner, a middle-aged man suddenly raised his head from the screen of his mobile phone, his eyes full of wonder.
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Youth is like a rushing river
It’s too late to say goodbye
Only the numbness left me without the blood of the year
Look at the flowers scattered in the sky
withering at the most beautiful moment
Who will remember that this world has come
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A trace of disappointment slipped across Yan Li’s mouth, and in his lowered eyes, there was loneliness and loneliness that belonged to him.
At the age of twelve, I lost my parents and grew up alone. Although I have relatives to take care of me occasionally, after all, because of the difference in closeness and distance, and because of my personality, I basically cut off contact when I went to college.
After four years of study and work, the struggle seems to be to live a personal life.
Now he remembers that the goal of his initial efforts was to give the girl he loves a solid arm.
But he didn’t want to. The more he fights, the more he can’t let go.
So that when he turned back one day, the girl was no longer there, and she became a bride in someone else’s arms, smiling happily.
At that moment, he lost the whole world, but he didn’t even know it. He stayed up all night working overtime, working hard, no friends, no brothers, and only the word “work” was left in his life.
The funny thing is that at the end of the year, the superior asked him to write a New Year’s message, but he actually wrote “Don’t forget the original intention, and move forward with hard work”!
Beginning! They have long forgotten, who will remember?
And forget the original self, in the original world, what is left?
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In the blink of an eye, many years have passed, so many joys and sorrows
I once wanted to be a young man from all over the world and envied the geese flying in the south
The figures of their respective journeys, hurriedly drifting away
Where is the future ordinary, ah who will give me the answer
Those who accompanied me at that time, where are you now
The person I once loved, what does it look like now
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The lighting on the stage has long been replaced by a hazy but pure moonlight by the lighting engineer, which outlines Yan Lu’s figure holding the guitar.
The white shirt, jeans, the sunshine of youth belonging to the big boy, falls on the ground but is a lonely shadow.
Under the stage, the noise of the guests had long since disappeared. All of them listened silently, some even lying on the table, watching the liquid in the wine bottle ripple under the moonlight, sinking into meditation.
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Has the original wish come true?
I have to pay homage to this day
I will never find my true self again
Look up at the starry river
The one that accompanied me at that time
Do you remember the story here
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Yan Lu has not cried for a long time.
The man doesn’t shed tears easily, not to mention that he is actually forty years old, so he has long forgotten what it feels like to cry.
However, when the song sang here, a tear slid from the corner of his eye, and it was crooked under the face, leaving a shallow wet mark.
He didn’t know whether the tear belonged to Yan Lu, who was twenty-eight years old, waving goodbye, or Yan Lu, who was forty years old, saying hello with a smile.
And in the corner under the stage, the middle-aged man who was full of incredible light in the past, was already wet with tears at this time.
The other people in the same seat as him were startled and didn’t know what to do.
Someone wanted to ask aloud, but just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged man suddenly got up and walked towards the stage ~IndoMTL.com~.
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Life is like a ruthless knife, changing our appearance
Will it wither before it blooms, I have a dream
Youth is like a rushing river
It’s too late to say goodbye
Only a numb me is left, without the passion of the year
Look at the flowers scattered in the sky
withering at the most beautiful moment
Who will remember that this world once came
Has the original wish come true?
I have to pay homage to this day
I will never find my true self again
Look up at the starry river
The one that accompanied me at that time
Do you remember the story here
If there is a tomorrow, bless you dear
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is a song, always sung to the end.
However, when the last note fell, the entire bar was silent and no one made any sound.
Even the bar owner, Brother Tong, his eyes were slightly warm at the moment, and it was almost impossible to control himself.
Who has no youth?
Who’s youth is not wanton publicity, not persistent, and not desperate to the end.
Some people succeed, some fail, some compromise, and some hit the southern wall and never look back.
Some people get what they want, and some people lose what they love.
Each of them is a witness, a witness, and a loser in the battle of youth.
So at this moment, none of them can break free from the emotional vortex rolled up by the song, they can only sink deeper and deeper.
Nine Colors, one of the most lively bars on Dongsan Street in Huajing City, today has its quietest day since its opening.