Trafford’s Trading Club

Too shady sat down, a few words stopped, restless.

Lochu looked into his eyes and wondered what this old Taoist was doing in his doorman 500 years ago, but he didn't speak.

“Master… would you like something to drink? ”

Too shady to say, but just now he has regretted everything he said... he clearly felt the look from the maid.

Powerful, playful... dark blue.

Take care of the owner's eating and living... Old Dao I'm not really going to take your job, don't look at me like that, too shady hit an unprecedented chill.

“I'm not thirsty.” Rochu looked at Tai Yin as if he was restless and counted in his heart.

He smiled softly, like an encouragement: "Tai Yin, do you remember, 500 years ago, the river and lake belonged to you? ”

Too shady.

After a moment, he was obviously caught in contemplation.

500 years ago... the river and lake that belonged to him?

What does it look like?

Too shady between trance, like seeing thousands of mountains of water… it's a very long way from the river and lake.

……

The club's threesome quieted down.

The maid is used to waiting, and the boss enjoys waiting, and the dark soul is too shady, and he may be waiting for something.

……

……

Backstage is dedicated to waiting in the singer's separate room, and the makeup artist is busy dressing Cheng as well - according to the rules of the show group, the order in which the singers take part is determined by the audience vote… The more votes the better, the more they look forward to playing in the back.

Cheng also made the first appearance.

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

“You've come this far, don't even think about it now.” Li Zifeng looked at him in the mirror on his shoulder, just like he was on his way: “Wait, let all your energy burst out, starting tonight, so everyone remembers your name. ”

Li Zifeng is indeed a very emotional person.

Even if he had all sorts of tools that weren't exactly authentic -- but, no doubt, his tools were effective, weren't they?

There is no doubt that the new singer now trusts him quite a bit. Li Zifeng believes that this relationship will become stronger in the days to come.

“I have a message for you quietly, and Mr. Chung is here. ”

Li Zifeng said positively: “Do you feel it? The company cares about you. Do you feel like I'm talking to you about this, putting pressure on you again? But be clear, if you can't handle these pressures..."

Cheng also waved suddenly at this moment, "I want to be quiet… before appearing. ”

“Well, it's time for me to call you.” Li Zifeng nodded: “I'll wait outside the door for you. ”

Cheng also sat in this modest rest room. He put the guitar over his legs, moving it gently, looking at himself in the mirror.

“Finally, this is it. ”

“Did you see that? I've finally come to this point with you and my dreams… our dreams. ”

I am himself here, and you are not Hung Guan here —— once, Cheng also thought that I could point to him and Hung Guan here, but now he is alone.

“But it doesn't matter.” Cheng also said to himself.

Just because you're here... or you are.

Cheng also began to move from randomly swinging strings to playing at a rhythm - playing an original that had never been completed, one that he had never been able to complete - and it was not his original.

“You... can you hear me? ”

Today, he intends to finish it.

……

“Did you... did you see that too? And him, he's about to play, first. ”

In the audience, Hung Guan sat silently - the position given by the entrance ticket was unexpectedly close to the stage. He finally walked in.

Looking at this stage reminds Hung Guan of the scene when he first walked onto the stage… Of course, the stage at that time could not be compared to this.

It's just a little place inside the palm of Old King City… a little tavern.

A few young men were still chasing music dreams that year, forming a band, not afraid of God, not afraid of the earth.

They don't even have their own posters, their first appearance on the blackboard in front of the house, they simply write the name of the band, and then the price of the ticket.

Hung Guan clearly remembered that for the first performance, there were only five tickets sold - $50 a ticket. It's not even worth their day's meal.

For the first time, however, it was one that he could remember for the rest of his life.

Shouldn't we remember the beginning of those dreamy performances…?

Time flies.

Hung Guan can no longer hear what the host on stage is saying. But all of a sudden he heard a lot of applause... he knew that Cheng was going to be there too.

This enthusiastic applause probably also has the host's credit. But Hong Guan thought that there was probably a part of Feiyun's entertainment.

Seventy-eight young people, sitting in front of the stage, held a fluorescent sign with a name on their hands.

Has the fan club developed yet, it's moving really fast.

Clearly, no official monologue has been released yet.

“Welcome to our first singer! Cheng too!” The host extended his fingers quite generously to point out the singer's way out: “After all, can this newcomer explode enormous energy to conquer all of us? Please!”

At the center of the stage, a figure appeared in the passage, and when the magnesium light illuminated, Hung Guan saw this familiar and strange face... but he thought, Cheng couldn't see him either, because he was sitting in a dark place.

Sparkling and dim, there is this stage, and the stage is separated by two different worlds.

Cheng also didn't wave at any of the audiences here. He simply carried the guitar and walked out.

The scene was quiet.

But Cheng also seems to be quieter than all the people here.

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

The audience remains silent… extraordinary silence.

Because Range also looks like he's going to be here alone... SOLO? Where's the band player?

No bass player, no drummer, no cellist.

And the music conductor at the scene is also stunned to watch… a singer like this who prepares himself to play, naturally without having to play the music at the scene.

But this newbie... just came up alone.

“What's going on?” Li Zifeng watched right under the stage, his eyebrows had to wrinkle greatly, and he made a hasty phone call. "Why is Cheng the only one on the field? The other musicians? ”

“Superintendent Li, at the time of the show, Mr. Cheng withdrew us all and said that we were no longer needed. ”

“What?” Li Zifeng almost had the urge to drop the phone, his subconscious anger said: “What exactly does he want to do? He only has one guitar... what is he going to do?? ”

“We don't know, we're angry... is this a pastime? ”

“You wait.” Li Zifeng took a deep breath.

What he needs to do most is do some crisis management… But the problem is, Cheng is also on stage. If he suddenly stops at this time, his face is too ugly.

……

“Is this Cheng too? ”

In the special seats above the studio, through the curtains that have been opened, Zhang Cuanrui looks at the center of the stage below... to look at the man who should have separated himself from his young impulse age.

Simple faces, Cheng also didn't impress Zhang Yuanrui too much - but the way this person walked up to the scene made her feel quite strange.

“Didn't he say he was on a rock 'n' roll path?” Zhang Yuanrui curious: “Is the first song solo? ”

“Cheng Yun?” The clock was dusty, just a simple question.

Cheng Yun hastily said: “Second Major, we didn't arrange this. As planned, he should be singing a single song here. We all hired the best songwriters to tailor Cheng as well... what kind of misunderstanding might there be? Why don't I talk to the program now? ”

“No," the clock shook his head, softly: “Let's see what he's going to do. ”

Zhang Wanrui glanced softly at the clock and raised her telescope and swept it back to the stage... the rolling lens drew her gaze infinitely closer to the stage.

However, at the moment of the movement, Zhang Tianrui stopped suddenly.

What did she see?

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

Zhang Rui lowered her binoculars and frowned... she did it very slightly, at least she was sure that it did not attract clock dust and clouds.

Miss Zhang moved her heart at this time. When she raised her hand to the telescope again, when she focused her eyes in that position again, she saw nothing.

Eyes... flowers?

At this time, there was a noise… and so was Cheng.

“There's a girl who likes rock and roll more than everyone else. There was a girl who left me an unfinished song. I'm going to finish it this evening. ”

The dial gently swept over the guitar, and the crisp tone was like a magical hand, which suddenly grabbed everyone's heart gently.

Cheng also slowly opened his eyes: “I wrote the words myself, maybe not... but for you, Again." ”

……

“This is... the song of my little dream! ”

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