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The other bands in the backstage laughed in surprise at the scene in front of them. In their opinion, these younger generations are really full of potential, and the tension-filled stage performance is refreshing.

In the workplace, Lu Xuefeng closed his eyes and shook his head, tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and beat gently.

In the audience, the serious-faced Bai Fengjiu did not jump with the people around. She stared at Lu Zhengkang who was shining on the stage. The boy looked towards the horizon and roared until his face turned red, while Su Xiangli was standing beside him. At the back right, a white wig trembles like a curtain of floating water, her eyes rested on Lu Zhengkang's back, and she never left for a moment.

Everything is good, except...

Four young men and women roared on the stage, and the people in the audience interpreted what rock and roll is, that is, shaking their heads and shaking their heads.

Lu Zhengkang could feel that his mind had diffused along the vibration of the vocal cord airflow, and spread along the current.

If there is a temperature in the mind, Lu Zhengkang is like a piece of hot red coal flying into the kerosene, and the flames and boiling temperature glow in the incandescence.

If passion has weight, then Lu Zhengkang is a boulder thrown into a pond, not only a water wave, but he exploded countless splashes of water, which made people wantonly in his roar.

If the hallucinations smell, everyone is indulged in the refreshing air currents that go straight to the head. The collective hysteria and carnivals make sober people addicted, and those who are stunned can't wait to shake their necks and jump their legs. Off. Under the noon sun, the scorching popularity turned into an invisible haze, like a sea of ​​clouds, rolling and floating, shining thousands of light.

It's just a song, but it has such charm. When the first fuse in the crowd is lit, the flames are already unstoppable!

Lu Zhengkang feels that he is connected with his teammates through music. His highly developed brain has reached a deep and beautiful state. The state of everyone in the band is induced by him. All sound signals, scent signals and even pass The audience's reaction, even though he was standing at the front of the team, he seemed to be facing everyone.

[Lu: Su Xiangli, she is a little absent-minded, staring at me. ]

[Lu: Mu Huai has done her best, she is in good shape. ]

[Lu: Lou Xun Piao, he was too excited and suppressed his fear, but like walking a tightrope, he was too tight and would break at any time. Try to hold on to this song before it ends! ]

The current Su Huai Feixing is a wagon with a broken shoe, an equation with split pistons, a steamship that crashed into an iceberg, a canoe with a broken mast driven by Lu Zhengkang, and the sea of ​​people is full of haze. Mid-flying, showers and strong winds.

Every second of time is a kind of torment. People in the audience cheer for them, but the next second seems to be full of colors.

Finally, Lou Xundiao’s first mistake appeared. At this moment, Lu Zhengkang only felt that the moment the beat was wrong, time almost stopped, and then the wrong beat slowly passed, and the next drum beat successfully continued. on.

The music continued, and Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes slightly. He knew that his grandfather must be watching this scene. Although he always said that he didn’t care, he could make the grandfather’s tough old face laugh. A hundred happy.

This is a struggle of youth. Rebellious teenagers gather to exhaust themselves on a stage surrounded by more than 10,000 people for a so-called dream and a so-called high spirit.

"...So me! It started to change!

"It becomes like a rolling firework!!"

Lu Zhengkang enjoys this moment. He is both a performer and a manipulator. He is not a monkey in the zoo, he is a singer who makes people crazy with music.

At the end of the song, the audience shouted.

"another one!"

"Su Huai Fei Xing! Su Huai Fei Xing!"

The voices of the audience unified, shouting Su Huai Feixing, these strangers were fascinated by the band composed of four children, standing on the front bank of the stormy sea, Lu Zhengkang and the four smiled cheerfully to each other.

Lu Zhengkang gestured his mouth: "One more?"

Su Xiangli and Mu Huai both nodded, but Lou Xun waved his hands. He pointed to his leg, shaking numb.

The audience continued to shout.

Lu Zhengkang was standing in front of the microphone, trying to explain something, the teleprompter in his ear heard the voice of the instructor, "There is a classmate of yours who said he can help, she wants to be a drummer."

The four of the band looked towards the backstage. The cold-hearted young girl Bai Fengjiu, with her hair draped, wearing a black mask, and wearing a loose white cotton T-shirt, was also printed with a line of red "ROCK'NROLL" with a loose strip. With blue jeans and a pair of khaki leather shoes on his feet, he lifted the opening cloth and walked up like a cold electric shot into the venue. Everyone was surprised and puzzled.

Bai Fengjiu patted Lou Xundiao, "Senior, your drum set is really bad, see how I play it, you can go back to the backstage and rest." Her momentum was so aggressive that Lou Xundiao could say nothing to refute. I can’t say it. The girl with black hair in front of her eyes looked like a camera. He was frozen stiff, but he felt flames bursting from the cold eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He hurriedly put the drumsticks. It was delivered and moved back to the backstage in small steps.

Sitting in front of the drum set, Bai Fengjiu turned the drumstick, just like a student turning his pen, a knight pulling his sword, showing his sharp edge. The musicians on the backstage brightened their eyes and said one after another: "This looks professional, much better than the one just now."

The squad leader's tone is flat. In the time when there is no poetry or book, she will always be like a spear, going straight, leaving no room, "Next song, come on, what do you want to perform?"

Lu Zhengkang laughed, "The monitor is here!"

Su Xiangli excitedly ran over and hugged Bai Fengjiu, "Why are you here?"

Mu Huai tilted her head, "You haven't practiced with us before, can you do it?"

"Sure."

Lu Zhengkang's heart is already infinitely hearty, he leaned over the microphone, "The next song, for everyone, "He who does not have ideals is not sad""

It's another old song, few people know about it, but they are still willing to applaud, not for any band or song, but for the joyous atmosphere of the festival.

The prelude to the synthesizer sounded, followed by cheers.

"My favorite record store,

"Yesterday was his last day,

"The fragments that once intoxicated me,

"It's all scattered on the street..."

Lu Xuefeng once sang this song for two children in a pickup. Now, Lu Zhengkang is speaking for his grandfather alone on the highly anticipated stage.

"I don't want to die in failure or loneliness!! I don't want to live underground all the time!! Material deception! The ants in a hurry! The uneducated are not sad!!"

The boiling sound of the crowd passed along the live broadcast. Grandpa sat in the working room, shaking his head vigorously, but with a smile on his face, he was already very happy.

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