Hidden Assassin

"Uh, I got it by accident, so...do you want to sing when you get it?"

Looking at the boy who suddenly appeared, Dong Danwen was stunned, Dongfang Lu was stunned, Dongfang Wan in the crowd was also a little stunned, Gu Jiaming, what is this guy doing here? Lingjing opened her eyes wide on the stage, shaking the rose in her hand, and walked towards this side. After she was out of the range of the lights, she just inserted the rose into a vase by the stage and turned it over. Roll eyes. "Why are you here now?"

"A tire burst on the road, and it was delayed for a while."

"Oh, can you sing? I've never heard you sing..."

"When someone covets my wife, if you can't sing, you can only force it..."

When they passed each other, the two whispered a few words, although it was only for a moment, but their intimacy attitude was obviously different from meeting Dongfang Lu, and they greeted Dongfang Lu, and then Jia Ming took the microphone.

The two were nodding acquaintances when they were in school. Dongfang Lu believed that Jiaming and Shasha were boyfriend and girlfriend, and there was not much hostility. He said: "Uh, since the last one performed with a song I wrote, I might as well perform it with something I wrote. Is there a blank stave?"

As soon as this sentence was said, the people below were a little silent. Where can I find the blank staff at this time? I started to write in a hurry, then picked up the microphone and said with a smile: "Hehe, okay, this is something I wrote when I was forced to read a romance novel by some people a few days ago. There were pipa, erhu and so on. Musical instruments should be mixed in, but there must be insufficient manpower now, so we can only use pianos... er, and drums..."

Hearing the pipa and erhu, the people below laughed and asked, do you want to sing Peking Opera? Lingjing rolled her eyes looking at the staff in the writing, meaning that Shasha and I are not forcing you to read romance novels. Dongfang Wan in the audience looked at this scene, thinking of another matter.

On such a stage, there is no nervousness or stage fright, and he can speak in an orderly manner—in fact, from the moment he stepped onto the stage, this young man has almost become another person, with the same ordinary face, just Appropriate casual attire, but I have to admit that at this time, he has a more stable typhoon than many specially trained singers and movie stars.

Of course, it is also possible that no one can oppress him because he has always been heartless...

On the other hand, looking at the young man on the stage, Zheng Zepei laughed: "Jianghai City is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon, Mr. Lu, this classmate of yours also knows how to compose lyrics and music?"

Dongfang Lu looked at Jia Ming on the stage, then frowned slightly, shook his head and smiled: "Oh, I never heard of him doing this before, this classmate Gu Jiaming is usually relatively low-key..."

Dong Danwen on the side said coldly: "Where is the low-key, I think he is making trouble." After saying this, she felt that she seemed to have lost her composure. Speaking of which, from the beginning just now, she deliberately ignored Dongfang Lu beside her in anger, but Dongfang Lu didn't care about her. For a moment, Zheng Zepei shook her head and laughed. When there was pipa and erhu, he didn't have much hope, and now he felt that this high school student was making trouble.

In about three to five minutes, Jiaming wrote the piano score in a hurry, handed it to Lingjing, and nodded. Lingjing pursed her lips tightly and took a deep breath... Just now she was playing the accompaniment for Dongfang Road, and it was the first time she played the music. She didn't feel any tension in her heart, but at this moment, her heart was filled with anticipation and apprehension. On the one hand, she hoped that Jia Ming would surprise her, and on the other hand, she was afraid that Jia Ming's music would not be good. She was fine, but Jia Ming would inevitably be looked down upon.

"Uh, ahem, um, this is a sound test..." Sitting in front of the drum set, Jiaming plugged in the microphone, adjusted his position with himself and the drum set, then smiled and looked at Ling, who was obviously still nervous. Jing, "Heh, it looks like my companion is still a little nervous... Take a deep breath, I'm here."

Sitting in front of the piano, Ling Jing looked at the encouraging smile. After a moment, she took a deep breath and glanced at the audience. This is not a special concert, and most of the people are looking at it in the mood of watching the excitement and booing, and people chatting and laughing at each other. There are also members of the student union she knows below, some clapping their hands, nodding their heads, some ignoring them, and some full of disdain. This is the first time she and Jia Ming are on the same stage like this, he said: Don't be afraid, I am here...

She had imagined the society they would face in the future, perhaps...somewhat similar to the current situation. As long as he says: I am here...

This is their first performance as a couple.

"Well, it's started." Her voice sounded faintly, a little nervous, but peaceful and quiet, "The name of the song is... Dongfeng Po."

Then, the elegant Ningxin's piano melody sounded

in the hall.

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A lonely lamp of sorrow stands at the window

I'm behind the door pretending you're still here

The old place is like revisiting the full moon and lonelier

The candlelight awake in the middle of the night can't bear to criticize me...

...

Under the lights, Jia Ming's singing voice began to sound along with the melody of the piano. The sixteen-year-old boy has just passed the voice change period. There may be some gaps in imitating Jay Chou's voice, but within the scope of ordinary people, it is enough , and even tend to be perfect.

A truly perfect killer needs to be familiar with a lot of things, especially for a killer like Jia Ming who is used to disguises, marksmanship, stealth and other things are often secondary. In many cases, he needs to perfectly play a completely different person, appearing in different places. As one of the best killers, he can perfectly transform from aristocrat to beggar. He understands philosophy, wine tasting, commenting on current affairs, understanding various musical instruments, proficient in mechanical physics, dabbling in medicine and proficient in poison, he can ventriloquist , can play the voice of different people, after makeup, he can even turn into a perfect woman - as long as he doesn't go to bed...

He has no rules of life, no concept of good and evil, no sense of shame or insult.

In order to survive, no one can imagine how much struggle he has experienced and how much training he has undergone. The only thing he doesn't understand is how to live like an ordinary person, because that is something that cannot be trained. .

Therefore, under the light, he always looked at Ling Jing who was playing the piano at the side, and he followed her eyes and steps all these years.

...

A pot of wandering wandering around the world is hard to get into the throat

After you left, the wine is warm and the memories are thin

Water flows east how to steal time

The flower matures once it blooms, but I miss it

...

A faint melody, a calm singing voice, and a drum that seems to be beating on the heart. Almost after the first few sentences flowed slowly, there was no extra noise in the hall. Dongfang Wan, who was going to watch the play, involuntarily took a deep breath, her eyes became confused, and Xun Dan, who was still talking about Jia Ming's embarrassing things, had no voice, her lips parted and closed, and her expression seemed unbelievable, Zheng Zepei stopped joking , looked at Huang Lao who was already sitting upright beside him, then looked at the performers on the stage, and straightened his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

If a certain singer releases a disc normally, they will not be surprised, they will only express their admiration. However, in such a situation where they are completely unprepared, the appearance of such a song really shocked them too much.

Relatively speaking, the song on Dongfang Road is as naive as a child's work.

...

Who is playing a piece of Dongfeng Po on the pipa

The years are peeling off the wall and I saw my childhood

I still remember that time when we were still very young

But now the sound of the piano is faint, you haven't heard my waiting

...

Before taking the stage, Jia Ming had thought about many songs that could be created at his age. This choice was difficult, because all the songs that became famous were written by mature songwriters. There are many things that need to be settled after all. So in the end when he chose Dongfang Po, he said in advance that he had read a romance novel.

After all, the gifted young man insisted on expressing his sorrows in order to write new words. After all, he could justify it. As for some people who didn't believe it and wanted to go deeper, he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

This is an epoch-making work in the pop music world, and here, it is a work that transcends the times. From this song, Chinese style began to penetrate deeply into popular music. Before this song, almost any thing that advertised the combination of Chinese style and pop music could be said to be a semi-finished product. If you are not careful, you may write something like Peking Opera. This is why Zheng Zepei and others scoffed when they heard instruments such as pipa and guzheng.

Professional musicians know how hard that is.

Not long after, the first pass of the song begins and ends.

...

Who is playing a piece of Dongfeng Po on the pipa

The maple leaf dyes the ending of the story, I can see through it

I lead you through the ancient road beyond the fence

In the years of wild smoke and grass, even breaking up is silent...

The perfect melody like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, with the innocence of the past love, the lingering past in everyone's heart... flows out with the sound of music. Looking at the attention of everyone in the audience, and feeling Jiaming's gaze, Lingjing suddenly wanted to cry, and the tears flowed quietly, some were excited and some were worried. For her, the lyrics are too contagious and sad. She doesn't want that kind of silent breakup. Why does Jiaming sing like this? Is he also worried?

In the middle of the second verse of the song, the sound of Ling Jing's piano suddenly became chaotic. Immediately, Jia Ming held up the drumsticks and stayed in mid-air. The entire hall fell into silence like a time gap...