I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

Chapter 55

a year?

Is Yi Zhou crazy?

Zong Yuan looked at him in disbelief, his eyes were wide open, without the slightest sign of his calmness before.

"What else do you want to say?" Yi Zhou asked.

His tone was frivolous, with the momentum that if you say another word, I will add another year. Zong Yuan sat back silently, frowning, looking quite pitiful.

Yi Zhou's heart softened, "So unwilling to write?"

Zong Yuan let out a "hmm", leaning on it as if he had no strength, "I didn't like to write a diary when I was young."

Yi Zhou laughed and said: "I saw that you can throw away the densely packed manuscripts every day when you create. It's hard for you to have so many hundreds of words."

Zong Yuan shrugged embarrassingly, and argued: "How can writing lyrics and writing a diary be the same thing!"

Yi Zhou didn't think he would pardon him so soon, after all, if the young man sitting across from him didn't remember the torture he was suffering now, he would do outrageous things again without saying a word.

He must have a long memory, besides, it is also very interesting to read the summary of the day he put together every day, and it has become an indispensable pleasure for him every day.

"Where's the word I asked you to fill in for me?" Yi Zhou asked him, "It's been a year, you haven't forgotten it, have you?"

Zong Yuan shook his head. He often listened to the song from Yizhou, but the words filled in always seemed too pale and lacked strength. He was not satisfied. the effect he wanted.

"I haven't filled it out yet," Zong Yuancheng said.

Yi Zhou saw the slight embarrassment on his face, but he didn't have too much embarrassment, "Then make persistent efforts."

Zong Yuan thought that he would say that he was slack, but he didn't expect him to bring the topic over with such a sentence, he was a little surprised.

However, if Yizhou's song can be filled with good lyrics, it is probably another hit that occupies the top of the list.

"You..." Zong Yuan thought for a while, then rephrased, "When you compose, what do you want to express?"

He always felt that he had missed the story Yi Zhou wanted to tell. If he was willing to tell himself, it might not be so difficult to fill in the words.

Yi Zhou didn't speak, and stared at him for a while with his lips curled up, but Zong Yuan couldn't see the real smile in his eyes, as if he was still a little disappointed.

What is he disappointed about?

"Slowly realize it yourself, don't rely on me to leak questions and cheat." Yi Zhou patted his head when he got up and passed him.

……

A week passed in a flash, and the recording of the singer competition program also started. Zong Yuan was picked up by Bai Lin early in the morning, and after more than half an hour's drive, he entered the backstage lounge of the "Sound Into My Ears" program group.

The rules of the competition have been notified a week ago. The seven participating singers will record and perform a song in each episode. The ranking will be voted by 30.00 audience members and [-] randomly selected netizens. Choose one person from the positions to compete, and the winner will stay on the stage, and the votes in each round will be accumulated to the last round, which will be [-]% of the final result.

Therefore, two songs must be prepared for each recording, and the top three can sit firmly until the next round. When Zong Yuan received the competition rules a week ago, he began to prepare the songs for the first round.

He plans to use all the songs of his new album that he has previewed as the repertoire every time. If he is not eliminated in the middle, it can be regarded as playing songs at public expense.

Yi Zhou was beside him at the time, and he laughed and scolded angrily when he heard such a plan: "You just plan to show your face and leave?"

Zong Yuan flipped the manuscript paper in his hand, "There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"How do you know that you are not someone else's outsider?" Yi Zhou asked back, "Don't retreat before you start the comparison, brother can see that your boyfriend is so cowardly."

Zong Yuan pursed his lips and looked at him, "Then I will work hard!"

"I was able to bring back the championship before, and now you can too. Your level is much higher now than it was seven years ago." Yi Zhou encouraged.

It's not a good thing for a child to question himself from time to time, Zong Yuan seems quite confident in front of outsiders, but he seems to be a bit cowardly when it comes to him.

"Seven years ago, my brother was no match." Zong Yuan said.

The implication is that if Yi Zhou was there at that time, he would definitely not be the champion.

Yi Zhou put his hands on his shoulders, as if he understood Zong Yuan's thoughts, "I lost at the time of the competition, and you deserve it."

Zong Yuan looked at him puzzled.

Yi Zhou didn't explain, and patted him on the shoulder twice, "For comparison, I'll help you out in the finals."

There will be a singing session in the final, if Yi Zhou is willing...

Zong Yuan's eyes lit up, and he made up his mind to make it to the final.

He originally wanted to lose the game earlier, and when Lu Xingyan, a temporary contestant, hadn't played yet, he would slap his ass and leave, making Qi Gaoyang feel miserable.

After all, he has reached this position, there is no need to fight to the death for a competition, he is a singer, the work is the most important, the ranking is not meaningful to him.

Relatively speaking, he prefers a stage that only belongs to him.

But now that I think about it, it seems like a good choice to spend a little effort to send Lu Xingyan back to the elimination camp.

Although it is spring, the temperature has not yet fully recovered, and the air conditioner in the lounge is fully activated. Zong Yuan only peeled off his coat after entering the door. The thick layers of clothes inside were wrapped by Yi Zhou.

It was difficult for him to get up. In the morning, half asleep and half awake, Yi Zhou pulled him up and sat there to let him play. He was afraid that he would catch a cold and delay his throat, so he put on layer after layer.

After waking up, Zong Yuan looked at the shirtless Yi Zhou in front of him, and was speechless.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't go out, and I don't have to compete." Yi Zhou said at the time.

Bai Lin took out Zong Yuan's stage clothes from the suitcase he brought, and handed them to him to change into. Zong Yuan took them off and took them off layer by layer. Bai Lin clicked his tongue and said, "Brother Yuan is very well protected!"

Zong Yuan rolled his eyes at him, and said coldly: "There is a kind of coldness that makes your boyfriend think you are cold."

Bai Lin shut up, it's better for Brother Zhou not to comment on what he does, let's not mention whether the master will care about it, but the degree of protection of Brother Yuan in front of him makes him feel that he should think twice before speaking.

The audience judges all took their seats, the program was officially recorded, and when Zong Yuan came to the stage to draw the order of the competition, he really met the other singers who were going to compete, two seniors, two rising stars, and the remaining two were just like him who debuted for five or six years Yes, the styles of folk songs and rock songs are very different.

Zong Yuan had an idea in mind, and stepped down after announcing the order.

There are many forms of music, and everyone's favorite style is also very different, so no one can catch everyone's preferences, and we can only strive to be the one who gets more support.

Zong Yuan was the third to appear on the stage. The two people who appeared in front of the stage all sang old songs safely. A song that can still maintain its unique style in the passage of time must have something special, but the problem is that It is difficult to say that it is difficult to sing a cover song, but it is also easy to say. They chose this way because they found the slowest boat in the rapids.

He stepped onto the stage, and when the lights went out, he seemed to be able to hear his beating heartbeat, and the audience held their breaths, waiting for the music to start.

Zong Yuan closed his eyes, as if he had closed his senses, and could only hear the sound of musical instruments. This new album, which has not been released to the world, will be presented to everyone on this stage one by one by him.

Each of his albums is looking for changes, adding subtle differences to the previous ones, seeking innovation in the original style, but no album is more breakthrough than this one.

Half a year into the bottom of his career, he was bored at home and scrapped paper manuscripts one after another, and tasted the nature of people hidden in front of others. This whole album is about humanity, kindness, greed, or jealousy.

The style of music is not as calm as before, but it is more suitable for this stage. He holds the microphone tightly and sings the contradictions vividly under the spotlight.

Not surprisingly, the title song of this album ignited the stage and became the most blooming existence of the night.

Zong Yuan, who won the first place at the beginning, sat in the highest position set up on the stage, and watched the temporary participating singers compete for the stage, which had nothing to do with him.

One of the temporary participating singers managed to stay on the stage, which meant that the up-and-coming star left, and there was no room for maneuver. Zong Yuan was not good at showing reluctance in front of the camera, but it was only for one night. I haven't told the one who was eliminated, where did the feelings come from.

"Brother Yuan, congratulations on a good start!" As soon as Zong Yuan stepped off the stage, Bai Lin came over with his luggage.

"Yeah." Zong Yuan took the coat and put it on as he walked, "It won't be the next time."

This time he was aggressive in a group of performances that pursued safety. In the next competition, everyone will definitely spare no effort to show their strengths. It will be even more difficult to stand alone among so many outstanding singers.

Today's first case in Xiaochang is far from unexpected. If the title song of his album can't send him to the highest position tonight, then when his album is released, it is estimated that even Yizhou's new song will not be able to hold down up.

……

Yi Zhou, who was watching the live broadcast at home, did not expect that the boyfriend he was thinking of had such thoughts and wanted to ride his head on the list. At this time, he was staring at the bullet screen that was flashing across the screen, watching everyone discussing fiercely.

A new work appeared, and there were supporters, but there were also detractors. In a war of words, the supporters won, and Yi Zhou quit the trumpet, watching his Yuan'er fans spare no effort to praise him with peace of mind.

"I've never heard of this song! My family's new album is coming soon!"

Yi Zhou frowned, far?Fans call him "brother" on weekdays, but he can't bear it, and the more they call him, the more affectionate they become.

"My son is so handsome~ licking the screen... sucking~"

son hit? ?Yuan'er is almost thirty, and there are more wild mothers...

It's no wonder that Yi Zhou is hard to understand. His fans call him brother, father, and husband. No one dares to think about being his mother.

Looking at all kinds of audience who missed his Yuaner's body, Yi Zhou regretted it a bit. How could the thin clothes cover his Yuaner's cold white skin and slender waist!

The author has something to say: Yizhou: Do you like it?You are greedy for my family's body!

Fans: Are you not hungry?

Yi Zhou: (Smiling triumphantly) I ate it, are you angry?

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: ladada3;

I love you (^[-]^)/~~