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Lin Yue took off the coat he was wearing and stuffed it into Sun Tong's arms. He asked the master in charge of musical instruments and asked for a blue and white electric guitar, and walked straight to the exit.

"You... are you going to perform on stage?"

Lin Yue glanced at her and said, "They don't want to perform on stage, I understand. But I have songs to sing, I have something to say, and... I can't be sorry for the audience who came from afar to support the sewing machine band."

Sun Tong stared into his eyes, smiled slightly, stretched out his hands, and gave two thumbs up: "Come on."

Lin Yue nodded, walked forward with the guitar, said a few words to the staff at the exit, and stepped onto the stage without looking back in the face of several stunned eyes.

In the backstage of the studio, the director did not order the staff to interrupt the recording, but asked the lighting engineer to follow the spotlight for Lin Yue and follow his footsteps.

The colors on the curtain wall were constantly changing, the stars were twinkling, and the moon was shining like water. When the audience below saw him coming to the stage alone, they couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing what happened.

We all know that there are five members in the Sewing Machine Band, why is it only the drummer?

Lin Yue hugged the guitar and walked to the microphone in the center of the stage, looked at the senior musicians sitting in the guest seats, and then looked at the silent auditorium.

"I'm sorry, the band has a temporary situation. The other members can't be there for a while. The comrades in the column group asked me if I want to cancel the performance. I thought about it and asked them to give me a chance. Fans sing a song. On September 30th, Sewing Machine Band failed to live up to the expectations of many people, but today, even if it is only me, I have to finish things. Because apart from personal interests and ideals, we must also serve the audience and fans. Be responsible, this is the obligation of being a public figure."

snap~

slap~ slap~ slap~

It started with sporadic applause, and then fermented into a wave.

Several guests looked at each other, smiled and nodded.

Not to mention other things, Lin Yue's responsibility and sense of responsibility are worthy of recognition.

"Today I bring a new song, I hope everyone will like it."

He took a deep breath, put the guitar around his neck, rested the fingers of his left hand on the fingerboard, and plucked the strings with the fingers of his right hand.

I have been blown through my chest by countless cold winds~.

I was once forced by a distant dream to look up at the starry sky.

I have been ridiculed countless times~ making me give up my music dream.

I have been buried by countless loess ~ my surge.

My singing voice that I wanted~ the touch of endless sinking.

I used to regard them as ~ my rainbow after the storm.

I have lost the cause of my fall to time.

I once threw the opportunity~ right in front of my eyes.

I once broke a complete mirror~ the pillow at night is full of tears.

How much I want the past to come back ~ give me another chance.

I want to talk about the past time ~ I don't do it for anyone.

In addition to empty talk~ that is, everything is right and wrong.

...

The singing goes away.

Lin Yue let go of the hand holding the guitar and exhaled the turbid air in his lungs.

Wow~

There was thunderous applause.

A little girl in the front row waving a fluorescent stick said loudly: "You sing really well."

Even if there is no systematic accompaniment, only the simplest guitar accompaniment can still make people mesmerized.

"thanks, thanks."

Lin Yue held the microphone and thanked the audience.

After a while, the applause subsided, and Ms. Han Hong, who was sitting in the guest seat below, glanced at the program list in her hand and said, "Mr. Lin, I found out that this song is not on the program list, it should be your temporary choice, right? I'm curious as to what made you decide to sing it without a band, as you should know it sounds so much more moving with the right accompaniment."

Lin Yue turned his head, looked at her and said: "There is a situation that I think everyone knows. In fact, many music managers have more or less experience in playing music when they were young. Remember the years when you were in college, I was planning to form a band with a few good friends. At that time, I dreamed of debuting, making money, becoming famous, and holding concerts, but later I gave up due to practical reasons. After graduating from college, I came to BJ as a manager. I just stayed here. For eight years, my daily job was to discover musicians, please my boss, and beg my grandparents to seek cooperation and various resources. In the workplace, I was thinking about how to take shortcuts to help musicians become famous. In life, I was anxious about the rising housing prices every day. I don’t know when I will be able to have my own home in this city. Gradually, only success is left in my eyes, because there is a saying that Beishangguang does not believe in tears, and people will only remember people under the spotlight. The back in the dark doesn't matter who or what, they're all the same."

He paused and then said: "Until I went to Ji'an, I met people from the Sewing Machine Band in that small border town, Hu Liang, Lao Yang, Xixi little beauty, Ding Jianguo, and the flagship of the Bangawei chain aircraft carrier. The old boss Sun of the canteen and his daughter Sun Tong got acquainted with them, and even picked up drumsticks to fill the vacancy in the band and became a musician. When I was with them, I found myself very relaxed, and I will never Anxious about the rising sun, not lonely facing the setting sun, it seems that I did not discover them, but they helped me revisit the past and find the impulse, passion, friendship, and ideals I once had. However, when the band left the small town and came to BJ, I realized that I became the manager Lin who was eager for quick success and quick profit again, but just now, when I knew they couldn’t come and the efforts of the past few days would be in vain, I suddenly figured it out... BJ, I didn’t belong here before, I won’t belong here in the future, so let’s bid farewell to this city with the song “I Once” written in Ji’an.”

"Mr. Lin, I like your songs, support your decision, and appreciate your personality."

clap clap.

Han Hong applauded very seriously.

Her applause drove the rest of the guests, and then the audience.

Wow~

There was thunderous applause at the scene, and some people secretly wiped their tears.

Lin Yue's words are sincere, and more importantly, they carry the mentality and identification of countless Beidiao.

In the backstage of the studio, the video editor looked at the director with a questioning face.

"What are you looking at me for? No cutting is allowed for a second."

The director murmured: "Great, great!"

He dared to pat his chest and promise that this episode will definitely become popular... No, it should be said that it will become the most acclaimed episode of "Music You, Me, Him" ​​since it was broadcast.

The other participants either acted miserably or struggled with the background, but Lin Yue was different. He sang with his true feelings and spoke with sincerity, which was the most touching thing.

At the front desk, Lin Yue approached the microphone and said thank you twice, bowed to the audience, and walked towards the exit with the guitar in the midst of endless applause.

Several staff members stood behind the curtain and gestured to him, meaning awesome.

Lin Yue nodded, handed the guitar to someone, and asked the other person to deliver it to the wind instrument master, then pushed open the door of the rest room outside the dressing room and walked in.

The television opposite the sofa is connected to a video camera to see what is happening on stage.

When he came in, Sun Tong had already got up from the sofa.

"How is it?" He looked at the girl who accompanied him to the end in front of him: "Am I doing okay?"

Sun Tong didn't speak, and suddenly rushed over, put his arms around his neck and kissed him.

She was so hard, so hard that it was almost suffocating.

She ran her fingers into his hair, and the carefully drawn look before the stage became a mess.