Trafford’s Trading Club

Taiyinzi sat down and hesitated several times, feeling uneasy.

Luo Qiu looked at it and thought about what kind of role this old Taoist priest played in his sect five hundred years ago, but said nothing.

"Master...you, do you want something to drink?"

Taiyinzi said it coldly, but as soon as he said it, he already regretted his words... He clearly felt the eyes from the maid.

Sharp, playful... dark blue.

Take care of the master's food and daily life... I really don't intend to steal your job, old man. Don't look at me like this. Taiyinzi suddenly shivered like never before.

"I'm not thirsty." Luo Qiu looked at Taiyinzi's restless appearance and knew it.

He chuckled lightly and said as if encouraging: "Taiyinzi, do you still remember the world that belonged to you five hundred years ago?"

Taiyinzi was stunned.

After being stunned for a moment, he was obviously deep in thought.

Five hundred years ago...the world that belonged to him?

What does it look like?

In a trance, Taiyinzi seemed to see thousands of mountains and rivers... It was a very long river and lake.

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The trio in this club became quiet.

The maid is used to waiting, and the boss enjoys the waiting process. As for Taiyinzi of the Black Soul, he may be waiting for something too.

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In the backstage, there is a separate room for singers who are waiting to appear. The makeup artist is busy dressing up Cheng Yiran. According to the rules of the show, the order of the participating singers is determined by the audience's vote... The more votes, the more anticipated it is. The better is to play from behind.

Cheng Yiran was the first to play.

But Li Zifeng said it was okay because he believed Cheng Yiran could conquer everyone's ears from the beginning.

"We've come this far, don't think about anything now." Li Zifeng pressed Cheng Yiran's shoulder and looked at him in the mirror: "Wait a minute, release all your energy, starting tonight, let Everyone remembers your name."

Li Zifeng is indeed a person who is very capable of mobilizing emotions.

Even though he has various methods that are not upright, there is no doubt that his methods are effective, right?

The new singer now undoubtedly trusts him quite a bit. Li Zifeng believes that this relationship will become stronger in the days to come.

"I'll tell you something quietly, Mr. Zhong is here too."

Li Zifeng said seriously at this time: "You feel it, right? The company attaches great importance to you. Do you feel that me telling you this has added to your pressure? But you have to understand that if you can't even bear this pressure if……"

Cheng Yiran suddenly waved his hand at this time, "I want to be quiet for a while...before I go on stage."

"Okay then, I'll call you when the time comes." Li Zifeng nodded: "I'll wait for you outside the door."

Cheng Yiran sat in this small rest room. He put the guitar on his legs and strummed it gently while looking at himself in the mirror.

"Finally we've come this far."

"You see? I've finally made it this far, with your dreams and mine...our dreams."

The "I" here is himself, but the "you" here are not Hong Guan. Cheng Yiran thought that the "I" here could refer to himself and Hong Guan, but now he is the only one left.

"But it doesn't matter." Cheng Yiran said to himself.

Just because you here...are still you.

Cheng Yiran began to change from randomly plucking the strings to playing rhythmically. What he was playing was an original work that had never been completed, an original work that he had never been able to complete and was not originally his.

"You...can you hear me?"

Today, he plans to finish it.

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"You...did you see it too? The same goes for him, he will be on stage soon, the first one."

In the auditorium, Hong Guan sat silently in the seat given by the admission ticket, unexpectedly close to the stage. He finally walked in.

Looking at this stage, Hong Guan couldn't help but think of the first time he stepped on the stage... Of course, the stage at that time couldn't be compared with this one.

It was just a small place in the alley of the old capital...a tavern.

That year, a few young people who were still chasing their music dreams formed a band, fearing neither heaven nor earth.

They didn't even have their own poster. When they played for the first time, they simply wrote the name of the band on the blackboard at the entrance of the venue, and then the price of the ticket.

Hong Guan clearly remembers that for the first concert, only five tickets were sold for 50 yuan each. This is not even enough for their meals for a day.

However, this first time was one that he would remember for the rest of his life.

Shouldn't we remember those who performed with dreams...our beginning?

Time passes.

Hong Guan could no longer hear clearly what the host on the stage was saying. But he suddenly heard a lot of applause... He knew that Cheng Yiran was about to play.

This kind of warm applause is probably also due to the host. But Hong Guan thought that Feiyun Entertainment probably had a share.

Seven or eight young people sat at the front of the stage, holding fluorescent signs with Cheng Yiran's name written on them.

Have you already held a fan meeting? It’s so fast.

But obviously, no official single has been released yet.

"Welcome to our first singer! Cheng Yiyao!" The host pointed generously at the singer's exit: "In the end, can this newcomer burst out with huge energy and conquer us all? Please!" "

In the center of the stage, a figure appeared in the passage. When the spotlight shone, Hong Guan saw this familiar but unfamiliar face... But he thought that Cheng Yiran couldn't see him because he was sitting there. into a dark place.

What separates the shine and dimness is the stage, and the stage also separates two different worlds.

Cheng Yiran did not wave to any of the audience here, but simply carried his guitar and walked out.

The place was quiet.

But Cheng Yiran seemed to be quieter than everyone here.

He just silently plugged the electric guitar cord into the sound effect, hung it up, closed his eyes, and stood alone in front of the towering microphone.

The audience was still silent...an unusual silence.

Because judging from Cheng Yiran's appearance at the moment, it seems that he plans to be here alone...solo? What about the band musicians?

There was no bass player, no drummer, and no electric keyboard player.

The music conductor who was on the scene also looked at him in astonishment... A singer like this who has reported that he will play and sing naturally does not need to use on-the-spot music performance.

But this newcomer... just came up alone.

"What's going on?" Li Zifeng was watching from the stage, his brows furrowed. He quickly called, "Why is Cheng Yiran the only one on the stage? Are there other musicians?"

"Producer Li, when the show came on, Mr. Cheng asked us all to leave and said we were no longer needed."

"What?" Li Zifeng almost had the urge to throw the phone down, and subconsciously said angrily: "What on earth does he want to do? He only has a guitar... What does he plan to do??"

"We don't know either, and we're also angry... Is this for our entertainment?"

"You guys wait a minute." Li Zifeng took a deep breath.

What he needs to do most is to do some crisis management... But the problem is that Cheng Yiran has already taken the stage. If he suddenly stops at this time, it will be too ugly.

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"Is this Cheng Yiran?"

In the special seat above the recording studio, Zhang Qingrui looked at the center of the stage below through the opened curtain...looking at this man who should have outgrown his youthful and impulsive years.

Cheng Yiran's simple appearance did not leave much of a deep impression on Zhang Qingrui, but the way he walked up alone made her feel quite strange.

"Didn't you say that he followed the rock music path?" Zhang Qingrui asked curiously: "Is the first song a solo?"

"Chengyun?" Zhong Luochen just asked calmly.

Cheng Yun quickly said: "Second Young Master, this is not what we arranged. According to the plan, he should sing Yi's single here. We have invited the best songwriters to tailor it for Cheng Yiran... This, maybe in the middle Is there some misunderstanding? How about I communicate with the program team now?"

"No need." Zhong Luochen shook his head and said calmly: "Let's see what he plans to do."

Zhang Qingrui glanced at Zhong Luochen indifferently, then raised the telescope in her hand, and then scanned the front of the stage again... The round lenses infinitely shortened the distance between her sight and the stage.

However, at the moment of moving, Zhang Qingrui suddenly stopped.

What did she see?

Right in the first row, she saw her magical classmate!

Zhang Qinrui suddenly put down the telescope in her hand and frowned... She did this very lightly. At least she was sure that it did not attract the attention of Zhong Luochen and Cheng Yun.

Miss Zhang's heart moved at this moment. When she raised her telescope again and focused her eyes on that position, she saw nothing again.

Are your eyes... dazzled?

At this moment, a voice sounded from the scene...Cheng Yiran's voice.

"There is a girl who likes rock and roll more than anyone else. There is a girl who left me an unfinished song. This night, I plan to finish it."

The pick gently swept over the guitar, and the crisp tone was like magical hands, which gently held everyone's hearts at once.

Cheng Yiran slowly opened his eyes: "I wrote the lyrics myself, maybe it's not good... but I give it to you."

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"This is... Xiao Meng's song!"

In the audience, Hong Guan stood up suddenly... and was the first to stand up.

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