This star’s style is wrong

"What I'm holding in my hand are the results of tonight's vote."

Zheng Tao came to the front of the singers with his card in hand, smiling, but giving people a sense of vigilance.

The director's announcement of the results has become a feature of this program.

Tonight is no exception.

Zheng Tao started to ask: "Do you want to hear the first place first? Or the last place?"

Xie Yuwen waved his hand directly and said: "Okay, you don't need to announce the first place, we already know who it is."

The smile on Zheng Tao's face became brighter, but his tone remained calm and said: "Since no one wants to know who is the first place, let us announce the first place first."

Xie Yuwen looked at Li Caiwei next to him and said, "Look, Director Zheng is like this, and we have to fight against him in the future. If we want him to announce the number, we just say we don't want to know the number.

"The problem is, I really don't want to hear the first one tonight. Fang Xing, you think so?"

Zheng Tao continued: “Before announcing tonight’s rankings, I need to explain again the rules for advancing to the ‘Battle of Singers’.

“Starting from the next period, which is the eighth period, after the competition ends, the singers who advance to the ‘Battle of the Singers’ will be selected based on the voting results of the entire season.

“In the eighth, ninth, and tenth period, three promoted singers will be produced.

"Currently, the gap between the singers with the highest votes in the entire season is not big, so everyone still has hope of advancing, so keep going."

After explaining the rules, Zheng Tao began to announce tonight's rankings:

“The number of votes the number one singer received tonight broke the record for a season, and she was also the first singer to receive more than 400 votes.

"This singer is...

"Fang Xing, congratulations on winning first place tonight."

When Zheng Tao told this result, the singers present did not waver at all.

Because everyone already knows who the first place is from the beginning.

On the contrary, the subsequent rankings are more suspenseful.

Zheng Tao continued to announce: "Since the first place has been announced, let's go directly to the most exciting thing and announce tonight's second place.

"Tonight's second place, who do you think it will be? Yuwen, who do you think it will be?"

Xie Yuwen turned around and looked at the singer next to him, and said, "It's most likely Cai Wei or Liu Tianwang."

Zheng Tao then asked: "Then do you think it might be you?"

Xie Yuwen raised his hand to stop him and said, "Okay, if you ask me this, it's definitely not me. Director Zheng, I know your tricks very well."

Zheng Tao nodded and admitted: "Yuwen guessed correctly, the second place is indeed between Caiwei and Hongsheng.

"Both of them performed very well tonight. Which song will you like more during the live listening session?

"Congratulations to "Clouds of Hometown" and Caiwei for winning second place tonight."

The singer next to him immediately stood up and congratulated.

"congratulations."

Li Caiwei quickly responded: "Thank you, thank you..."

In the end, Liu Hongsheng was once again squeezed to third place.

Although he was mentally prepared, he fell silent when he actually heard the ranking.

Ever since Li Caiwei came, he couldn't even keep his position as the second oldest person in a thousand years.

After announcing everyone’s rankings, Zheng Tao continued to announce:

"Next, the thing that everyone is most concerned about is the theme of the eighth competition that will be announced soon.

"Starting from the eighth period, every period is very important, which determines whether you can break through and enter the finals of the 'Battle of the Singers'.

"Currently, Fang Xing, Liu Hongsheng, Zhong Yuanxun, Xie Yuwen, and Xu Xinzhen all have the opportunity to compete for the top three promotion spots.

“In addition to these five singers, the remaining singers should not feel that they can lie down.

"Even if you can't directly advance to the 'Battle of the Singers', there will be a breakout match in the 11th period, and the higher the ranking in the whole season, the greater the advantage you will get in the 11th period breakout match.

"So, come on, everyone."

Li Caiwei is a fill-in singer, so the total number of votes is relatively low. Although her rankings in the last two periods are good, she only joined in the fifth period. She has little chance of advancing to the "Battle of Singers" in advance.

However, if you want to gain an advantage in the breakout match of the 11th issue, you still have to do your best in the next issue.

After listening to Zheng Tao's explanation of the promotion rules, Xie Yuwen urged: "You should hurry up and tell me what the theme of the next competition is."

Zheng Tao glanced at the question card and replied: "As a competitive music stage, there is a theme that is incomplete if it is not sung once.

"So, the theme of the next competition is...love.

"Love is something that is difficult to describe, but it makes people's hearts beat and makes people join hands for a lifetime.

"Let us wait and see how you will interpret this theme."

When everyone heard this theme, their expressions suddenly brightened: "Love, there are so many songs that can be sung on this theme."

There are so many themes related to love that it is not an exaggeration to say that they account for half of pop songs.

Because there are too many songs and the audience has heard too many, it will be difficult to really impress the audience if you can't sing something new.

Xie Yuwen asked: "As long as it is related to love, right? There are no restrictions on happiness and sadness?"

Zheng Tao nodded and replied: "Yes, as long as it is related to love."

"If that's the case, the range of choices is the widest this season." The singers present had the same idea and felt that the theme song selection this time was relatively loose.

After announcing all the content, Zheng Tao thanked: "Tonight's recording ends here. Thank you for your support. Thank you."

The recording ended and the singers left.

…

the next day.

Fang Xing took the flight and returned to the East China Sea.

Before boarding the plane, he sent Lu Xiang'er flight information.

However, when I returned to Tianlan Wenyuan, I didn't meet Lu Xiang'er in the community garden.

Fang Xing went upstairs to go home. He had been practicing singing and recording for the past two days. He was a little tired, so he dropped his luggage and lay down on the sofa to rest.

after awhile.

The phone’s WeChat ringtone rang.

I picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Lu Xiang'er.

Lu Xiang'er: Why are you sending me flight information? Do you think I have time to go out for a walk every time?

Fang Xing: Forget it if you don’t come to pick him up at the airport, you won’t even meet him at the door of your house.

Lu Xiang'er: You didn't say you wanted to see me. (Pouty cute baby.jpg)

Fang Xing: The theme of the next competition is still love. I can’t see love anymore. (I'm tired, let's destroy it.jpg)

Lu Xiang'er: We haven't known each other for a long time, but you still always bully me.

Fang Xing: I thought holding hands was an agreement, but you said it was not love.

Lu Xiang'er: What the hell is this? Lyrics?

Fang Xing: Do you want to listen to music? Sing you a song.

Lu Xiang'er: Then send it over.

Fang Xing: At seven o'clock tonight, the big banyan tree next to the south gate.

…

When Lu Xiang'er saw this WeChat message, she didn't agree, but she didn't refuse either.

She had been very nervous all afternoon, and her chest was beating wildly.

She also wanted to send a WeChat message to ask Ning Xiaoyun to accompany her, but when she thought of Ning Xiaoyun's magical brain supplement skills, she immediately gave up the idea.

After an afternoon of ideological struggle, Lu Xiang'er sat up from the bed, beat his head, and said to himself: "Lu Xiang'er, what's the matter with you? What is there to be afraid of in the garden of your own community? What on earth are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? You don’t have an avoidant attachment personality, you don’t!”

…

Half past six in the evening.

After Fang Xing had dinner, he went downstairs with a guitar on his back, went to the green garden of the community, and sat on a bench under the big banyan tree.

Open the guitar case, take out the guitar, and start playing casually.

Several residents who were taking a walk after dinner passed by, and two of them stopped and listened for a while.

Another old man praised him: "Young man, you play well. With this skill, it will be very useful for chasing girls."

Fang Xing responded with a smile: "Thank you."

Since Fang Xing just played the guitar casually and did not sing, the residents who passed by did not listen for too long and left after listening for a while.

It's almost seven o'clock.

A girl walked over with her hands behind her back, it was Lu Xiang'er.

Her hair was neatly combed and she had obviously dressed up specially.

She walked up to Fang Xing, threw a coin into the guitar case, pursed her lips and said with a smile, "You play well."

Fang Xing stopped playing the piano and looked up at her very carefully.

Lu Xiang'er felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Don't you want to sing? You go ahead and sing. I gave you all the money."

Fang Xing didn't say anything. He lowered his head to adjust the capo of his guitar, plucked his fingers, and played the intro of a song. He sang while playing, and changed some words along the way:

“The days are like a merry-go-round, spinning in my mind.

“Those scenes where you’re nice to me.

"I said that holding hands constitutes an agreement.

“But honey that’s not love.

"Like a shooting star that has no time to make a wish.

"No matter how beautiful it is, it can only be the past..."

Lu Xiang'er thought the song was very nice, but after listening to it, she felt something was wrong. She frowned and stared at Fang Xing's expression.

After Fang Xing finished singing, he put the guitar back into the box and zipped it up.

Lu Xiang'er asked in confusion: "Just sing one song?"

"I've finished singing what I wanted to sing." Fang Xing installed the guitar and put it aside.

"The song is quite nice, but what do the lyrics mean?" The lyrics just now kept echoing in Lu Xiang'er's mind.

"It's nothing, it's just a song." Fang Xing's mood was not very high.

"Then what does this mean?" Lu Xiang'er felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired recently." Fang Xing looked at Lu Xiang'er, and he really liked her, but his mentality was no longer young, and he would not be so enthusiastic and impulsive when in love.

Lu Xiang'er frowned even more tightly, sat down and asked softly: "Are you okay? Are you in a bad mood?"

Fang Xing shook his head and smiled, and said, "No. I'm just a little tired recently. I just stand there and don't want to move. Sometimes I want to see you, but I always fail. Sometimes I am disappointed."

Lu Xiang'er sat upright, twirling the corners of her clothes with her hands, and muttered, "But we really haven't known each other for a long time."

"Don't think too much, just follow your heart."

Fang Xing stood up, put his guitar on his back, and said with a smile: "Actually, when love is between two people, they cannot come together just by the efforts of one person.

“I have experienced that one person’s efforts are too tiring.

"Actually, in this world, the distance between two people is very far. Even if two people try to get closer, they may not be able to get together.

"I'm done singing. It's time for me to go back. I still have work in the company tomorrow. Thank you for your reward."

After Fang Xing finished speaking, he picked up the coin, shook it, put it into his shirt pocket, and then turned around and left.

Watching Fang Xing's leaving figure.

Lu Xiang'er sat on the bench blankly.

She was confused and confused.

She wasn't quite sure what Fang Xing meant. She could feel that Fang Xing was very disappointed, as if he was saying goodbye.

Lu Xiang'er recalled things related to Fang Xing over and over again. Many of these memories were scenes of being teased.

These memory scenes made me angry at the time, but looking back on them now, I can't help but smile.

But when she thought of the song Fang Xing just sang and what she said, her brows furrowed again.

Sitting on the bench for a long time.

There was a notification tone from the phone. I picked it up and saw that it was a message from Ning Xiaoyun.

Ning Xiaoyun: Why aren't you at home?

Lu Xiang'er: This side of the big banyan tree.

Ning Xiaoyun: With whom?

Lu Xiang'er: Alone.

Ning Xiaoyun: Feeding mosquitoes alone? Is there something wrong with your head?

Lu Xiang'er: There seems to be something wrong.

When Ning Xiaoyun saw this reply, she felt something was wrong and hurried to the big banyan tree.

Lu Xiang'er was still in a daze on the banyan tree bench.

Ning Xiaoyun walked over and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Xiang'er continued to maintain a dazed posture, shaking her calves, and replied: "I don't know, I'm just a little unhappy."

"Are you in a bad state? Are you broken in love?" Ning Xiaoyun sat down and reached out to touch her forehead.

"It shouldn't count, I'm not in love yet." Lu Xiang'er had a sad expression on her face, which made people extremely protective when they saw her.

"What's going on? Please explain clearly." Ning Xiaoyun was completely speechless.

Lu Xiang'er turned on the recording on her phone and played the song "Dear, That's Not Love" just now.

"Sung by Fang Xing?" Ning Xiaoyun had already heard it, but she still asked this nonsense.

"Yeah." Lu Xiang'er nodded.

"What does he mean?" Ning Xiaoyun asked.

"He said he was tired. From what I saw, he seemed a little tired." Lu Xiang'er nodded in reply.

"What else did he say?" Ning Xiaoyun continued to ask.

"He also said that love is a matter between two people, and no matter how hard one person works, there will be no results." Lu Xiang'er recounted.

"What? Are you all so naughty? What else did he say?" Ning Xiaoyun had a speechless expression on her face.

"He also said that he would have work tomorrow, and then he left." Lu Xiang'er also pointed at the direction Fang Xing was walking.

"He just left like that?" Ning Xiaoyun asked.

Lu Xiang'er nodded: "Yes, I walked with the guitar on my back."

Ning Xiaoyun fell down on the bench and said, "Is the guitar the key point? What I'm asking is, you didn't react at all?"

Lu Xiang'er blinked and asked, "How should I react?"

Ning Xiaoyun covered her forehead and said speechlessly: "You are just as stupid as me. If it were me, I would be exhausted. If you don't want him to leave, you have to talk. Love is a matter between two people."

"Then what should I do?" Lu Xiang'er asked with a frown.

"It depends on what you think. If you think Fang Xing is annoying, it's easy, just block him and ignore him again." Ning Xiaoyun said.

"Well..." Lu Xiang'er frowned.

"If you still want to tell a story, then just get a little closer to him. He has taken ninety-nine steps. If you don't move forward, just go back. If it were me, I would run away long ago." Ning Xiaoyun said.

"But I haven't known him for long." Lu Xiang'er became confused again.

"You can pull it off. As far as I know, you have known each other for more than half a year. If it were anyone else, the child would almost be able to suck breast milk." Ning Xiaoyun rolled her eyes.

"Then what should I do?" Lu Xiang'er asked with a sigh.

"Let me think about it. What else did Fang Xing say?" Ning Xiaoyun asked again.

"Well...he said that the theme of the next competition is 'love'." Lu Xiang'er remembered the chat content on WeChat.

"I'll go! I told you the theme of the competition, but you didn't respond?" Ning Xiaoyun asked.

"What should my response be?"

"Please, Miss, the 'love' theme of "Song" is of course asked him if I can go to watch it live with him. Have you asked?" Ning Xiaoyun asked.

Lu Xiang'er shook his head: "No."

Ning Xiaoyun fell down on the bench and sighed: "Lu Xiangxiang, if I hadn't grown up with you since I was a child, I wouldn't be able to stand your slowness."