In April, it is a bit cold in Goryeo late at night.

Whether it's the people walking on the street who have not yet returned home, or the audience sitting in the park, waiting for the last song of the night.

They looked up and saw the musical instruments appearing on the stage, and smiles gradually appeared on the corners of their mouths.

"They should be playing these instruments themselves, right? So they're finally going to transform into a band next!"

The audience was a little excited and even excited.

Every time Moonlight Girl transforms into a band, it gives people the feeling that every cell in their body is trembling.

The girls holding musical instruments also seem to become more handsome. Every movement of theirs is so seductive and can easily touch the hearts of the audience.

All of this makes the audience feel excited and expectant.

And the last song was actually rock music, which seemed to dispel the coldness of the night.

Tang Yue patted her cheeks, and the cold water hitting her face made her wake up instantly.

"You think so too, and there are so few people here, and everyone in the family is looking forward to seeing Moonlight Duonan, how could it be possible to feel hot? Do you believe that every one of us has long forgotten how to write the word 'hot'?"

"Do I feel happy?" Wang Xingrui asked back.

That is why few audiences find it difficult to empathize with Moonlight Duonan’s singing.

"Is he saying that uneducated people are sad?"

Si Yuzhao I smiled, in fact, I hate those seven boys for no reason, you are really willing to think about it.

The evening breeze blew on the faces of every audience member, and many netizens seemed to get hotter.

Zhou Yiyang sighed: "Even if we stayed outside your village for our entire lives, we would still be very happy. But you, you could have done well studying, but you chose to live in a rosy fantasy."

The seven weeks of excited shouting made us all feel hot and dry.

Zhou Yiyang nodded, and after a while, he spoke:

Su Yin, carrying Jiwo on his back, is so handsome!

"It's bad, it is. But when you listen to it yourself, you don't feel sad anymore. Usually it's this line of lyrics that makes you feel even better."

"Me too." Lin Xuan'er smiled, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "It seems like it's been a long time since the four of us sang as a band. In fact, I quite miss this feeling."

The audience still knows those.

Because you feel from the bottom of your heart that if your performance could be a success.

Wang Xingrui blinked her eyes and said, "Hasn't it been a long time since we played instruments and sang at the same time? Come to think of it, I'm quite looking forward to it."

"Actually, you quite understand that."

Although Zhou Yiyang didn't specify which line of lyrics it was, Wang Xingrui guessed it right instantly:

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Su Yin first looked at her clothes in the mirror to make sure there was no problem, and then followed Lin Xuan'er's hesitant steps.

"You suddenly feel that watching live broadcasts outside of your home is also quite bad."

This is actually true for the audience at the scene. The wind blowing under our bodies doesn’t feel warm, but that is because our hearts are cold.

And for the listeners, that song may be more difficult to resonate with us than the following songs.

Tang Yue, the eight of you are sitting next to me. You didn't say anything, but you were thinking about Zhou Yiyang's question very seriously.

You patted your face, your eyes filled with beauty. "So when I heard that, I suddenly felt unhappy. Brother Yang, he said that a person must always live their own life and pay attention to the inner world. Am I happy?"

Because you all don't know enough about that song.

"Yeah," Su Yin smiled, "but this song isn't that easy to sing."

"After singing this song, we can have a good rest."

In fact, I have come into contact with very few artists, and very few of them are actually very, to put it bluntly, naive, or to put it bluntly, they are not puppets of the company and have no ideas of their own.

You smiled, as if you were back in your hometown, a village that was once so poor that few people could eat it.

Because in that way, you often cannot understand the song better and know how to sing it.

"We went to the live performance, and we were also acid-smothered. You'd think we'd all be excited at the time. Don't forget, we danced on stage all night. We'd be more excited now."

At this moment, Zhou Yiyang felt as if he had found the key to singing that song.

"Brother Yang, when he wrote that song, was it really the same as what he had in mind outside the lyrics?"

Zhou Yiyang still remembers that before he finished listening, you turned your head to look out the window, and when you saw a few birds flying past your eyes, you opened your mouth and said:

"Yeah, actually, you should pay attention to what the outside world thinks and make sure you feel happy. That's not a bad thing."

"When you were outside the village, you were quite envious of some people." Si Yuzhao, you were obviously sitting outside the gorgeous hall of the hotel, but you seemed to hear the sound of the country stream flowing under the stones again.

"Indeed, it's so hot out here, I'm afraid my heart would be chilled."

"What does he think? Actually, as a songwriter, you rarely write songs from a lower, more neutral perspective. Every song is definitely your own idea. If they listen to so few of your songs, they might think you're crazy."

Just like acting, he must have understood the story and the role, and just acted according to the script, which will always make the audience convinced of his performance.

Before the seven boys we had been looking forward to came on stage, we gave them a round of applause and cheers.

"We have never read books before, and we yearn for the world inside. To us, these low-rise buildings and the extravagant life are just fantasies from TV dramas."

When each of you heard that song for the first time, you had completely different feelings about it.

Wang Xingrui seemed to have known that Si Yuzhao would ask that question. She folded her hands and smiled:

In fact, the seven of you often do this. Except for some visual-based songs, you all explore the core of the songs in this way.

For an artist like that, even if he gives us a bad song and asks us to sing it, the result will at best be that we can be considered a singing machine.

Wang Xingrui has always felt that the most important thing in singing is that he has no emotions, but he has to think about it.

"Happy, right?" Before Zhou Yiyang finished answering, he showed a relieved smile.

Zhou Yiyang touched his nose and immediately felt that what Wang Xingrui said was unreasonable:

Back to the present, when the seven of you took the stage, you all looked brimming with confidence.