I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

    The original owner broke into the entertainment industry by mistake. He has not received any professional singer training before, so his songs are also very low difficulty saliva songs, except for one.

    This is the only slow rock song that is mature in both melody and lyrics.

    If the original owner's other songs are 'to compose new words and say sorrow', then this "Night City" is 'I want to talk, but it is cool and autumn'.

    "On the street with neon lights, one person wanders."

    The special voice is endowed with a 'mature' quality, like an adult who has become mature and restrained after experiencing many things.

    “Abandoned bicycles, empty wine bottles on street corners, homeless people.”

    Tao Ran clenched the armrest on one side, looking at the people on the stage and refused to blink. The host under the stage took a deep breath and showed an unbelievable expression: Is this Ke Yinong?

    The hoarse and gentle voice is like the sound of a cello heard on a lonely street, and like a glass of cold wine. The audience's eardrums seemed to be plucked by feathers, and goosebumps appeared on their arms.

    Online and offline, the expressions of the audience couldn't help but be serious: they couldn't insult the seriousness of the singer with those joking and indecent looks.

    The singer did not deliberately exaggerate sadness, but just let the loneliness linger. However, listeners who have had the story, somehow remembered the gray fragment in the memory.

    The city where night falls, dim street lights, mottled walls, empty beer cans rattling in the silent streets, rolling all the way, and abandoned bicycles in one place. It was a forgotten corner of Sex and the City.

    He looked up, the stars in the sky and the neon in the distance flashed together, but the prosperity and excitement had nothing to do with him.

    The hearts of the audience were pinched and tightly closed. Who in this era doesn't have a story of their own? Which city has not wandered alone in the night?

    Lovelorn, unemployed, oppressed by reality to the point of collapse...

    Memories flooded my mind.

    No matter how strong a person is, there are moments like this when they want to stay alone on a deserted street and release their sorrow and unwillingness towards the dark night.

    Zhao Ze, who had a deep prejudice against An Yinong in front of the screen, was brought into this deep loneliness.

    Zhao Ze's loneliness is even worse. After the freshness of rebirth has passed, the loneliness of being drunk and awake begins to envelope him. He can't find a confidant in this world, because Rebirth is something that no one can believe.

    He closed his eyes and forgot to care who was singing, just quietly listening to the hoarse voice.

     "When the world ends, reconcile with yourself and forgive once..."

    From the chorus, the audience at the scene slowed their breathing, and the live broadcast screen was also blank, not a single barrage, I was afraid that one of my own breaths interrupted the rhythm of the song.

    The general manager is standing at the boarding area at this moment, he has a mobile phone in his hand and has been standing there for a long time.

    Passengers passed him one by one, and time passed by. The radio had urged him several times, but he was reluctant to turn off his phone.

    Passengers walking around, luggage carts going back and forth, all the hustle and bustle receded from his world. He remembered the past and seemed to have had a naive time.

    The general manager looked at the young man on the screen, and many netizens looked at the young man on the screen, listening to him sing the last sentence like a whisper:

    "The memories are dim, the thoughts are broken, on this lonely night, the night without people."

    This is a song for them.

    When I was young, I was high-spirited and laughing, and I felt that nothing was impossible. However, the reality is always cruel, all dreams and aspirations have been smoothed out by time.

    The dazzling teenager was ground into a dull middle-aged man.

    When do people start to age? Probably...after losing the dream.

    An Yinong raised his head, he had finished singing, but the scene was silent, even the host forgot to take the stage.

    The corners of his eyes were a little red, and everything in the past was still in his heart: "I'm still lucky and have a chance to start all over again."

    An Yinong slowly calmed down, then walked to the front of the stage and bowed deeply: "My name is Ke Yinong, I'm a singer. Thank you for coming to listen to me sing."

    The audience woke up like a dream, applauding like a tide, surrounded An Yinong, and some people stood up and waved at the people on the stage. This is the first time this variety show has been so lively, the director under the stage patted his knee: "We are going to be slapped in the face by the guests this time, so good!"

    "This is the host I chose, it's amazing!" The system jumped on the stage, its movement was hot, as if it was about to break.

    The system finally understands why the host refuses to buy those quick golden fingers. In front of his singing, the 'Singer King' produced by the system mall is just a robot with empty skills!

    No matter how good-looking fake flowers are, they are not as vibrant and moving as real flowers.

    Tao Ran stared at the stage in a daze, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the tissue that An Yinong handed him, and smiled, "That's good."

    Even the host was gentle, not rushing to the stage, but leaving the stage to An Yinong to let him feel the enthusiasm of the audience for two more minutes.

    The live broadcast room is like a blasted lake.

    "I actually cried when I listened to a song, shit."

    "I was unemployed and lost my love some time ago. I wanted to find some happiness... Forget it, don't talk anymore, I can't hold back."

    "Such a person, I just think he looks good? No, he is just shining!"

    The host came to the stage again, and he wiped his eyes at the audience: "I used to be the only one who cried to the guests. I didn't expect that it would be my turn to be sung by the guests today."

    The audience let out good-hearted laughter, and the atmosphere slowly came out of the lonely and sad feeling just now.

    "You know, after we invite a guest, we will carefully read the guest's work to understand each other, so," the host Yingqing asked, "What happened this year? Why? Will you have such a reborn change?"

    "Because of an accident, I lost my original voice." An Yinong said in a hoarse voice, "It took me a year to accept this reality."

    "Why? The voice is very good now." The host wondered.

    "No," An Yinong shook his head, "I have been sentenced to death by many people, including myself. I once thought that I would no longer be able to sing."

    Everyone thinks of the hot search not long ago, "My Walk and My Show" publicly despised 'Ke Yinong' as a waste. Even Lai Qing among the guests said the word 'pity' in a strange way.

    Indeed, the current pop music scene is mostly a sweet, cold voice, that hoarse voice, which has not been sung, and everyone has already said in their hearts that "this kind of voice can't sing".

    "But you still came." The host couldn't help guessing the story of An Yinong in his heart.

    "Yes, I'm still here, because the dream is not willing to die, and the heart is not willing to die."

    A huge applause broke out again, and they fully understood the emotion in that song. Facing the unrecoverable past pain, the loneliness abandoned by time, and the struggle.

    The audience empathized with him because of the song. They saw the denied Ke Yinong stand on this stage again, as if they saw the repeatedly denied self stand up again. A part of their soul was projected on this young man.

    "Yinong Ke, please continue to sing!" A girl's voice almost broke in the audience.

    "Ke Yinong, please continue to sing!" From all directions, countless different voices converged, making An Yinong on the stage at a loss. On the screen, the ends of his eyes were red, and that flattered gesture had an indescribable sense of vulnerability.

    He bowed deeply to the audience on the left, right and center.

    "Thank you all."

    An Yinong doesn't really want to complain, but the feeling brought by the stories he has experienced is what makes this song so moving.

    A song only has skills, it can only make people feel good, but a song with skills and emotional blessing can become a classic.

    "I've been following this show for three episodes, and this is the first time I've seen this. My tears are worthless, Ke Yinong, you have to keep singing!" Netizens were also infected.

    They originally came to watch the jokes in the entertainment industry and see how ugly the artists are, but now, these people sincerely wish this young singer on stage.

    "It's said that the music world is cold in winter, but these people are still working hard. Maybe it's not that the pop music world is hopeless, but that some mouse **** jumped too high and covered our eyes."

    "He is really amazing, he can only say one sentence, but for a whole year, his voice was destroyed, he had two operations, and was denied by countless people, and he still refused to give up. It was too difficult. "

    There are also some media people in the audience who are keenly aware that a new hot search is taking shape.

    The throat was poisoned by the drug, fell to the bottom, dormant for a year, reborn from the ashes... There are too many topics to choose from. By the way, there is also the matter of being abandoned by "My Way, My Show" before.

    From the media, their thoughts are like a spring, and their writing is like a god.

    Some people also noticed this special voice: "Originally, this kind of hoarse voice was difficult to be accepted at once, but Ke Yinong made this defect unique by choosing the topic The flavor is amazing.”

    If you have to describe it, it is black pepper, or other spices. He sings this kind of song with a story, that is, black pepper on steak, mutual achievement.

    A few people also noticed An Yinong's singing skills.

    "Teacher, come and listen to this song." A student hands his phone to his tutor and opens a previously recorded video.

    "Night City" just started, and his teacher was stunned: "This vibrato..."

    She listened to it twice in a row, and was about to listen for the third time when the class bell rang.

    "Can I borrow my phone first? I'll give it back to you after class."

    "Of course." The student said, but he had some doubts: Is it inconvenient to go back and watch the recording?

    Unexpectedly, the teacher walked up to the stage with a mobile phone and connected the mobile phone and computer with a data cable: "Today, let's enjoy a special piece of music."

    On this side, "My Journey, My Show" ended the broadcast of this issue, and the ratings reached a new high.

    "After a while, maybe I can go to the prime time at nine o'clock in the evening. At that time, I can still fight with "Singer and Composer"."

    At that time, the sponsorship of their programs can also be upgraded to a higher level, right?

    Seeing the highest ratings, the chief director is very contented, but fortunately he took the time to get rid of a few useless singers and found a fan harvester, otherwise it would not have been so popular.

    "That is, those foolish singers who are still doing serious shows, poor and unpopular. Hey, who really listens to people singing, don't they all look at their faces?"

    "Unfortunately, Ke Yinong does not accept the second plan. He is very suitable as a harlequin, more suitable than this person now. His presence can set off other guests more brilliantly, making the purpose more topical ."

    Thinking of this matter, the director-in-chief was still unhappy: "A little star with no name and incompetence, given him the opportunity not to seize, dislikes the east and the west, really think he can turn himself over? "

    At this time, assistant Xiao Jiang hurried in: "Director, the third live broadcast of "I'm Really a Star" has also started."

     "Oh, is that little star named Ke Yinong being scolded badly?" big tree?

    "No, he's on fire, and the audience cried and begged him to continue singing."