Hidden Assassin

“Uh, accidentally received, so... received a song? ”

Looking at the sudden appearance of the teenager, Dong Danwen was stunned, Oriental Road was stunned, and Oriental Wan in the crowd was also a little stunned. Gu Jiaming, what kind of mess is this guy coming to? But the quiet one opened his eyes on the stage, waved the rose in his hand, came this way, stayed out of the range of light before inserting the rose into a vase by the stage, rolled a white eye. “Why are you here now? ”

“It took a while to blow up a tire on the road. ”

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

“When someone chokes on my wife, I can't sing and I have to...”

As they rubbed their shoulders, they whispered a few words, although only for a moment, but their friendly attitude was clearly different from that of Oriental Road, and they greeted Oriental Road, and then Jiaming smiled and picked up the microphone.

When the two people were in school, they nodded. The Oriental Road Center recognized Jiaming and Sasha as boyfriend and boyfriend. There was not much hostility. However, when they just walked off the stage, they could only hear Jiaming say with embarrassment: “Well, since the last person performed with a song I wrote, I simply performed with something I wrote. Is there a blank five-wire spectrum? ”

As soon as this sentence is said, the people below are somewhat silent. At this time, where can I find a blank five-line spectrum? At this time, the calm and anxiety are in the middle of novels. Oriental Road has already taken a few copies from Zheng Zepei. Ling hastily sent them up. Jiaming brushed them on the piano and wrote them down. Then he picked up the microphone and laughed: "Oh, well, this is what some people wrote the other day when they were forced to read the love novel. There were also instruments such as Pipa and Erhu that should be incorporated in it, but now I'm sure they don't have enough people, so I can only use the piano... well as a drum set...”

Do you want to sing the drama when you hear the instruments of Biwa and Erhu? Ling Jing looked at the five lines in the book and rolled his eyes, meaning that Sha Sha and I didn't force you to read the novel. The Orient beneath the stage looks at the scene and thinks of something else.

On such a stage, without any tension, fright or orderly speech - in fact, from the moment he walked onto the stage, the teenager became almost another person, still that ordinary face, just a decent casual outfit, but he had to admit, at a time when he had a more robust typhoon than many specially trained singer movie stars.

Of course, it may also be because he has no heart and lungs, so no one can create a sense of oppression on him...

On the other hand, looking at the teenager on stage, Zheng Zhebei smiled: “Jianghai city is really a tiger hidden dragon, Less Road, your classmate, can also compose lyrics? ”

Oriental Road looked at Jiaming on stage, then frowned slightly and shook his head: “Oh, I hadn't heard of him before. This Gu Jiaming classmate looked low on weekdays...”

Dong Danwen on one side said coldly: “Where is the low profile, I think he is a mess.” After saying this sentence, she felt that she seemed a little faint. After a slight pause, she simply told the two people opposite the school fighting incident as a joke. From now on, she deliberately stopped ignoring the Oriental Road, but Oriental Road didn't care about her either. For a moment, Zheng Zhepei shook her head and smiled. From hearing Jia Ming say that there would be pi and Erhu in his song, he had little hope. At this moment, he felt that this high school student was messing up.

About three or five minutes later, Jiaming brushed the piano book and gave it to Jing Jing, nodded. She held her lips tightly and took a deep breath... Just to accompany Oriental Road, it was also the first time she played music, she didn't have any nervousness in her heart, but at this time, her heart was anticipating, and it was a lullaby, hoping that Jiaming would surprise her, on the other hand, she was afraid that Jiaming's songbook was not good, but she was fine, but Jiaming would inevitably be protected from white eyes.

“Uh, cough, um, this is an audition...” Sitting in front of the drum stand, plugging in the microphone, Jiamin adjusted his position with himself, with the drum stand, then smiled and looked over at the apparently tense quiet, “Oh, it looks like my partner is still a little nervous... take a deep breath, I'm here. ”

Sitting in front of the piano, looking quietly at the encouraging smile, for a moment she took a deep breath and swept her eyes down to the audience. This is not a special concert, people are mostly looking at it in a lively, upbeat mood, people talking and laughing. There are also student council members she knows who clap their hands for gas, have a little head, ignore, and have a full face. This is the first time she and Jiaming have been on the same stage like this. He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here...

She had imagined the society they would face in the future, perhaps… similar to what was happening at this time. Just say, "I'm here..."

It's their first show.

“Well, here we go.” Her voice rang faintly, a little nervous, but it seemed peaceful and quiet, “the song's name was… Dongfeng broke. ”

Afterwards, the piano melody sounds in the banquet hall.

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A lonely lamp stood in the window.

I'm behind the door pretending you're not gone.

The old land is more lonely than the full moon.

A clear candle fire in the middle of the night won't hold me back...

……

Under the lights, as the piano melodies, Jiaming's song starts to sound, the 16-year-old has just gone through a period of alternating voice, mimicking Zhou Jay's voice may still be a few points apart, but being in the general human category is enough, and even tends to be perfect.

Really perfect killers need to be familiar with a lot of things, especially for killers like Jiaming who are used to disguising themselves, often with gunfire, concealment, etc., and often he needs to perfectly play a completely different person and appear in different places. As one of the best killers, from nobility to beggar, he can perfectly transform, he knows philosophy, tastes alcohol, reviews current affairs, understands all kinds of instruments, is good at mechanical physics, is involved in medicine and is good at poison, he can oral skills, can play different people's voices, after makeup, he can even become a perfect woman - as long as he doesn't go to bed...

He has no norms of life, no perceptions of good or evil, no feelings of shame or insult.

To survive, no one can imagine how much struggle he has had and how much grinding he has had. He only doesn't understand how to live like a normal person, because that's something he can't train.

So, under the lights, he was always staring at the silence of playing the piano, and over the years he had followed her gaze and stride.

……

A pot of drifting waves. It's hard to get into your throat.

After you left, your memories were warm and you missed thin.

How do you steal water when it's flowing east?

It only matures once, and I miss it.

……

A faint melody, an indulgent song, and a drumming point that sounds like a beating on a person's heart. Almost after the slow passage of the first few sentences, there was no extra murmur in the lobby. Oriental Wan, who was going to watch the play, took a deep breath voluntarily, his eyes became confused. He also said that Dong Danwen, who was embarrassed, had lost his voice, his lips opened and his expression seemed somewhat incredible. Zheng Zhepei had lost his joke, looked at the performer who was already sitting on the stage, and held the glasses on the nose beam.

They would not be surprised if a singer was on the record, they would merely be appalled, but in such a completely unprepared situation, the appearance of a song like this really shocked them too much.

Relatively speaking, that song on Oriental Road is childish as an introduction to children.

……

Who's playing a song with a walnut?

Years old, stripped down on the wall, saw her when she was a kid.

Remember when we were young?

And now the violin is loud, and you haven't heard me waiting.

……

Before coming on stage, Jia Ming had thought about a lot of songs, belonging to something that he could create at his age, and this choice was hard to make, because no famous song was written by an author who was not a mature song, and a lot of things, after all, needed to be precipitated. So at the end of the day, when he chose the Orient to break, he said that he had read the romance novel and realized it.

After all, genius teenagers can talk about sad things in order to give new words. As for those who don't believe and want to study, he is lazy enough to ignore them.

This is an epoch on a pop orchestra, and here it is, a timeless piece. From this song, the Chinese wind began to penetrate deeply into popular music. Before this song, almost anything that marked the combination of the Chinese wind and popularity could be said to be a semi-finished product, and inadvertently it would be written into something like a Beijing opera. That is why Zheng Zhepei and others would snort after hearing the instruments Piwa and Gukite.

Professional musicians only know how difficult that is.

Less often, the song begins and ends the first time.

……

Who's playing a song with a walnut?

Maple leaves dye the story. I can see through it.

I walked you through the ancient path outside the fence.

Even the years of wild smoke and tobacco are silent...

The perfect tune of Jiangnan Water Country, with the true love of children, everyone's hearts and minds in the past... comes out with the sound of music. Looking down the stage at the attention of the people, feeling the eyes of the family, quiet suddenly some want to cry, tears quietly came out, excited, worried. For her, the lyrics were too infectious and too sad. She didn't want to break up with the silence. Why did Jiaming sing like this? Is he worried too?

The second paragraph of the song turned halfway, and suddenly, the quiet sound of the violin broke, and then Jiaming held the hammer and stayed in the air. The whole hall is silenced like a time fault...

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Jia Ming broke out... summons! Summon! Summon Monthly Ticket! (To be continued, please log on to WWW.CMFU.COM for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)