Everyone has a story.

Some stories are plain, some are wonderful, some are logical, and some are tortuous and bizarre.

As the Golden Bull Award winner, Lu Yihong naturally has a story.

He once wanted to be a singer!

He has loved singing since he was a child, and he dreams of becoming a pop star who can make fans scream on the stage.

It's a pity that his voice is hoarse and he is always out of tune no matter what song he sings, so it is difficult for him to sing the whole song.

Maybe I was nourished by those motivational speeches on the radio, or maybe I was deceived by the chicken soup of best-selling books that say dreams cannot be defeated by reality and must be pursued. In short, I became inexplicably inflated.

I am so inflated that I never think that I sing badly.

Then……

When I was eighteen that year, after learning a little about guitar, I resolutely ran to the big city of Yanjing, preparing to become a wandering singer like my predecessors, fantasizing about being discovered by a singer and becoming famous overnight.

Of course, he also wrote a song called "Dream Chaser" which now sounds like bullshit and was very proud of it...

Of course, fantasies are beautiful, but reality is always cruel.

After three years of being a wandering singer, and experiencing all kinds of ups and downs, he finally got his chance, but it was for his companion. As for him...

The mentor looked at his face, touched his chin, and finally asked him if he wanted to come for 300 yuan a night.

Naturally, he refused indignantly. How could he sell out his body and dignity?

Then, he was cold.

That Bole left a message: "People like you can only become successful in singing if all the singers in the world are dead!"

Nonsense, which singing talent would be impressed by someone like him with a hoarse voice and no talent?

It's not tinnitus or Alzheimer's.

Lu Yihong was deeply shocked. After listening to his own songs carefully, he smashed his guitar and bowed to this damn reality in self-pity.

Thinking back now, Lu Yihong realized that he was indeed a loser during those years, and a complete loser at that.

Fortunately, although he has no talent or gift, he has a good face.

Although, he really didn't want to.

But in the end, he still relied on his looks to make a living...

Well, it's a sad story.

"That's the person I miss and love deeply day and night.

How should I express it?

Will she accept me?

Maybe I'll never say that to her.

I am destined to wander around the world

How can I be concerned..."

The moon slowly climbed up into the night sky, covering the land with a silver blanket. At the same time, the moonlight shone through the window onto Lu Yuan, making him look particularly sacred, as if he was bathing in a strange light.

Lu Yuan played the prelude and then sang the song seriously.

Li Qing and Fatty Wei stared at Lu Yuan in amazement. Lu Yuan at this moment was completely different from the man who was partying on the street last night.

At this moment, Lu Yuan was very serious and sang very well, and with his naturally deep voice, the two of them felt like they had seen a ghost.

Is this young man playing the guitar the Lu Manzi?

Is it the smoking, drinking, and unreasonable Lu Manzi?

What a joke!

Well, in short, their impression of Lu Yuan was that he was a person who couldn't be more vulgar and was almost evil.

Even in front of Lu Yuan, they felt that people like themselves were quite noble.

However, when Lu Yuan picked up the guitar and acted like a literary young man, his whole temperament began to change again.

He is very skilled at playing guitar and singing.

Lu Yuan originally just wanted to finish singing the song, but as he sang, Lu Yuan recalled past events.

That damn first love!

To be honest, Lu Yuan has never been an artistic youth. At best, he is just a young man with a few ideas.

Even the song "Old Boy" was learned by Lu Yuan in order to perform in front of the goddess and pretend to be artistic.

However, college life is always so short, and the reality is so cruel. The journey to pursue the goddess is long and far, at least Lu Yuan collapsed halfway.

People have always been young and have always loved.

Naturally, Lu Yuan had been young once, Lu Yuan had loved before, and he had also suffered from sleepless nights.

Because of this experience, Lu Yuan immersed himself in the song Old Boy. At the beginning, he just played it casually and skillfully, but it turned into memories and emotions of the past.

With this feeling, the emotions came.

Wang Jinxue looked at Lu Yuan in the moonlight.

In the huge hall, Wang Jinxue began to feel dazed. She seemed to see a young man's longing for his dream and future, and experienced Kant falling step by step, and then sighing and feeling disappointed...

This is indeed a sentimental song.

Lu Yuan is indeed a talented young man.

Perhaps, I will see with my own eyes Lu Yuan, a shining star, rising?

As for Lu Yihong, he closed his eyes and felt a little sour in his nose. Others might think that this song is just nice to listen to and has some emotions, but he felt that this song pierced his heart and reminded him of his past self.

It’s all struggle, all despair, all disappointment, but also so much persistence and so much hard work.

Then……

And I had no choice but to give up.

"Youth is like a rushing river

I'll never come back and I won't be able to say goodbye

Only the numb me is left

There is no more passion of the past

Look at the flowers floating all over the sky

Withering at the most beautiful moment

Who will remember that it has ever been in this world..."

**Lu Yuan sang at the top of his lungs in some parts.

He actually stood up and his hands holding the guitar began to tremble slightly. A good voice, a good song, and a story. It was completely different from the broken voice in the previous "Invisible Wings". Although his singing skills were not that good, he still showed the whole song.

At this moment, Wang Jinxue held her breath, as if afraid that her breathing would disturb Lu Yuan's voice.

Lu Yihong's hands were shaking slightly, he was a little excited, and even his eyes were red.

Fatty Wei and Li Qing still looked as if they had seen a ghost and couldn't believe their ears.

Damn it, Lu Manzi, you are going to heaven!

Can we still be a group of rabble from now on?

…

No matter how good or long a song is, it will eventually come to an end.

The song is over.

Then Lu Yuan exhaled and carefully put the guitar away, and by the way, he looked up at the window at a 45-degree angle.

The night is hazy, the moonlight is just right, it is a beautiful time and the weather is beautiful.

This series of actions made Lu Yuan very satisfied.

While venting his emotions, he also had a little bit of a talented and pretentious feeling.

He acted very cool and portrayed the role of a talented artistic young man in a very refreshing way.

If no one was watching, he would even want to give himself a thumbs up.

He had thought about this pretentious scene many times before his rebirth...

But before the rebirth, "Old Boy" was sung to death, and there were too many talented people to sing it. Lu Yuan's voice at that time was ordinary and tasteless, so he couldn't sing anything. So this kind of pretentious scene can only be imagined, and it won't cause any shock or surprise...

But it's different now.

At least Lu Yihong, Wang Jinxue, and the two idiot brothers Fatty Wei and Li Qing were all deeply impressed by him.

Of course, there was no applause, just silence.

It seemed that everyone was intoxicated by the afterglow of this song.

Everything is so perfect.

Lu Yuan still maintained that posture, even with a slight smile on his face, waiting for the tide of praise to come.

Of course, if everyone praises him, he will be humble and say things like: "It's nothing, normal operation," "It's nothing," "I'm not that great." "Humble, humble, I have always been a humble person, low-key..." and other such exaggerated words that will escalate his pretense even further.

Of course, the expression on your face shouldn't be too smug. At least it should be gentle, elegant, and calm as if you were doing something small.

This is perfect.

At this moment...

"That...Ayuan...that..." Fatty Wei swallowed.

"What?"

"Did you forget to brush your teeth this morning?"

"???"

"Um... I don't know if I should say..."

"What do you want to say?"

"I seem to see some vegetable leaves between your teeth...very...er, hehe."

“…”

The moonlight is still as bright and beautiful as ever.

The exclamation and praise that were imagined were not expressed.

Lu Yuan closed his mouth, turned his head, and his face suddenly turned blue and purple as he stared at Fatty Wei who had a confused look on his face.

He closed his eyes.

At this moment, all of Lu Yuan's emotions turned into a very polite sentence.

If it wasn't about quality, he wanted to say...

I bought a watch last year.