Luo Chen stood up, took out a candied haws from his pocket like a magic trick, and handed it to a child.
The audience was surprised and happy to see the performances. They liked the performances of Zhou Yi Yang's artists because of the stage effects every time.
It's not just singing, there are also many ingenious designs that are not found in other singers' performances.
The child lent a 28-type bicycle to Luo Chen. He pushed the pedal with one foot, jumped lightly, and sat steadily on the bicycle.
His moves must be flashy and handsome; this is his bottom line as an idol.
He took off his outer clothes, leaving only an open white shirt and a white vest underneath.
The female audience members in the audience blushed and wanted to rush up and sit on the back of the bicycle.
[The white shirt is too sexy, I can do it.]
[I really want to tear my husband's vest off and then roll into the grain pile with him!]
[Really, this pure, wild temptation is so touching. Mr. Zhou really understands us!]
Luo Chen rode his bicycle with one hand and sang softly into the microphone:
[A faded photo
It seems to bring me a little bit of nostalgia
The old man selling hot soup noodles at the end of the alley
The smell permeates the old backyard
A stray cat sleeping soundly on a swing
The setting sun shines on him and he squints his eyes
The postcard from my deskmate
Lying quietly inside the desk]
Just like what was written in the lyrics, when the vendor dressed as an old man saw Luo Chen, he waved at him and handed him a bowl of hot noodle soup.
Under the banyan tree, an uncle in a white coat took out a long bench and put it there. A group of children gathered around.
Luo Chen also stopped and sat under a tree with his friends, just like when he was a child, listening to the adults tell strange stories.
His voice was clear without any technique, just full of emotion and memories.
What he sang was not only the lyrics, but also his recollection of the past.
In his old street, there are playmates who play hide-and-seek with him, the unique fragrance of leaves in the small town, and the person who rides a bicycle to escort him home.
The audience followed his voice and looked at the old street full of life on the stage, as if they had traveled back to that era together.
Wang Xingrui thought that she should still be studying in the village at that time, and could only ride a cart to the town when there was a market.
"On that street, there's a shop selling delicious steamed buns filled with sugar. It's just outside the farmers' market." That's her old street.
Lin Xuan'er closed her eyes. It seemed that her childhood and youth were spent in the same place, the faculty dormitory.
The stalls outside the school where other students stopped after school were all memories that accompanied her growing up.
"When I was a child, I would go shopping with my mother and always meet my teacher. I was very scared of shopping at that time. Now when I go back, the street has been demolished." That was her old street.
Tang Yue looked at the stage quietly, but memories of the past appeared in her beautiful pupils.
When she was a child, Harbin was very lively. Whether it was a festival or an ordinary day, the streets were full of young people who were as happy as her.
"The next shop down the street is a shop selling sausages. Oh, and there's also a shop selling nesting dolls. I thought they were scary when I was a kid. But what I miss most is probably the ice cream that used to cost fifty cents a stick. It was so refreshing to take a bite of it in the middle of winter!" That's her old street.
Su Yin bit her lip. She felt as if she only needed to take one more step forward to grab the solid back in front of her.
When Ye Kongqing was a child, she was very busy, and her father would always take her to various snack streets on a Phoenix brand bicycle.
"I actually can't remember the taste of those snacks. Well, I'm really not a qualified foodie. All I can remember is the smell of laundry detergent on my father's shirt after being exposed to the sun." That was her old street.
"That's great." Zhou Yiyang let out a sigh, feeling a bit sad.
In his previous life, he grew up in a small county town, where old streets were everywhere. Unfortunately, he could no longer walk around and see if the old man selling noodles on the street was still there.
Luo Chen rode all the way to the end of the stage. When he turned around, the vendors and makeshift wooden houses on the stage were gone.
He parked his bicycle and walked forward step by step, singing as he walked:
I don’t know what I can’t forget
Can't let go of familiar fragments
Looking back, it has been many years
Looking at the sky through fingers
I returned to the old street
Leaning beside you and walking away]
After the song ended, Luo Chen thanked all the actors before saying, "Memories are always beautiful, but what we should cherish more are the people around us. Thank you everyone!"
There was thunderous applause.
For the first time, Monica did not criticize Luo Chen's singing skills.
Because of his feelings, she had forgotten her skills.
Qin Fei, who is the next to appear, is under a lot of pressure.
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