Quickly Wear the Face of the Devil

This is a very heavy song, a late talk. The father loves the mountain, and it has made Ou Zinan feel reluctant. He was afraid to see his father's disappointing expression, so he tried to squeeze himself to force himself, but instead he was unable to break free from the dilemma. How can a person who can play with 18 kinds of musical instruments have no musical talent?

It was not until his father died that he dispelled the haze that covered his eyes and aroused his infinite courage. He wants to love the emotions he can't love, wants to say that he can't say the repression, the pain that he wants to retain and can't do is all written in this song.

All contradictions, struggles, attachments, and disappointments are released through Zhou Yunyi’s singing voice. Unconsciously, many people in the audience have already burst into tears, and Zhou Yunyi has been affected by the emotional residuals of Ou Zinan, and he has lost his voice and cannot continue.

The piano sounded abruptly, and Zhou Yunyi covered his face with his hands, not letting people see their wolves. At the same time, the huge LED screen appeared on the old face of Ou Yibai. He is holding the camera, pointing the camera at himself, and opening his mouth weakly. "The son said that he would sing a song for me to write for me. I am looking forward to it."

The camera swayed and aimed at the handsome young man sitting in front of the piano. Look around the furnishings, this should be the villa of the European family.

The young man was very nervous. He released the top two buttons on the top of the shirt and coughed and coughed. He said slowly, "This song is called "Because of you", Dad, I wrote a lot of words I once wanted to tell you. In the song, you must listen carefully."

Ou Yibo promised that although his face did not appear in the camera, the joy and comfort in his voice could not be discerned.

Under the stage, Lin Siqing's fans stunned, and my heart rushed into a burst of embarrassing emotions. Lin Siqing took all the evidence submitted to the court and posted it on Weibo. All the manuscripts of "Because of you" were dated, indicating that he started to create after the death of the teacher.

But now, Ou Yibai is still alive, but Ou Zinan has already written this song, and he sang in front of him. The question of who copied who, the answer is self-evident. The manuscripts submitted by Lin Siqing became an irrefutable proof of his lying.

The same rhythm as before, the same singing, the same sing can not continue halfway, Ou Zinan's forehead against the piano, the big drops of tears falling black and white keys, indicating that he can not save his father's pain and despair.

Ou Yibai opened the quilt and walked to the side of his son. He crouched down and held his hand and said, "Zi Nan, this song is awesome. It is the best song I have ever heard. I have a sentence. I have always forgotten to tell you."

"What?" The young man turned to look at him, his eyes and his nose were red, and he looked very fragile and very cute.

Ou Yibai chuckled, and the five fingers inserted into his son's hair, slowly and firmly said, "Zi Nan, you never let me down, on the contrary, you have always been my pride. You are the pride of Dad."

For this affirmation, Ou Zinan waited for more than ten years. He dared to blink in disbelief. He was still in the arms of Ou Yibai, and he patted like a baby. Gradually, the pat on the back became weak until the pause, Ou Zinan carefully turned his head and looked at his father, but he saw that he had closed his eyes and a neat smile on his lips.

He died in great satisfaction.

"No! Dad, don't leave me, I am afraid..."

The cries of the young heartbreaking resounded through the entire constellation, and the despair and pain that lost the loved ones were like sharp ice cones. They pierced the chest and smashed the heart into pieces. Under the audience, all the audiences are suppressing the pain and sorrow of the heart, where the lights shine, everyone is full of tears in their eyes, and even more, they have already burst into tears and cannot suppress themselves.

The LED screen gradually went out. Zhou Yunqi stood up and walked under the light column. He said slowly to the microphone. "This is the image of my father's death. It is my most painful and least touching memory. I have been hesitating to take it before. Come out because I don't want more people to see his weakness. In my heart, he has always been the most powerful and indestructible."

Having said that, he choked again and had to lower his head to adjust his breathing. After a while, he continued. "You can insult me ​​and deny me, but you can't deny my father and stir up his peace in heaven."

When I closed my eyes and opened it again, all the sorrows in my family were replaced by anger. His tone was cold and his words were like a knife. "This song does not require drums, bass, electric guitar, electronic mixing... Accompanied by the purest piano. This song is not a complaint and a diseaseless sorrow after falling out of love. It is the requiem that I gave to my father. Lin Siqing, when you adapted this song, have you ever thought about this song to me? How important is it to the father? You have failed my trust and tarnished my music, I will never forgive you! Forever!"

The young man looked straight at the camera, and the big screen showed his cold, sharp eyes.

The audience under the stage was stunned, and when he disappeared on the stage, he woke up like a dream and looked at each other. They are revenge for Lin Siqing and Ge Mengshu.

Prior to this, they firmly believed that such a good song was only written by Lin Siqing, a talented singer, and only Ge Mengshu, who is a first-rate singer, could perform perfectly. What did Ou Zinan compare to the two of them? But after the brainwashing of the previous twenty crazy songs, they have been completely conquered.

These twenty songs, just take out a capital, can be called a handed down, and have the potential to be global. Ou Yibo said that he is his own pride, this is true. On the talent, Lin Siqing can never be compared with Ou Yibai, and Ou Zinan's talent is blue and blue, far above Ou Yibai.

After Lin Siqing debuted, he wrote so many songs and made so many albums. Even if he picked the best one, he could not compare with any of the twenty.

Lin Siqing is not as good as Ou Zinan. The gap between the two is far away. Even the most **** fans have to admit this.

The fans are silent and their mood is extremely depressed. There are also purely come together to join in the fun, in the shock of one song after another, it has already turned black, powder turned brains, seeing the idol really was shackled, so waving the stars and yelling, "Ou Zinan, you are the best, You are our pride, we will always support you! Come on!"

"Come on, don't be beaten!"

"One more time, two hours is not enough!"

"You must stick to it, it is gold always shines!"

One after another, the sound of the sound of the sound of the Star Pavilion, the more and more fans of Lin Siqing and Ge Mengshu felt embarrassed and angry. The reason is because of the previous insults and misunderstandings of Ou Zinan, the anger is because of the deception and blindness of idols.

Lin Siqing debuted in the image of a musical talent, and the force was always the highest among the four kings. Most of his fan groups are mature and professional men and women, with their own judgment and determination. At this point, they have turned red and they are somewhat ashamed to see people.

The star museum began to move, and the audience stayed in the seat for a long time and refused to leave.

"Ou Zinan is sorry!"

"Ou Zinan, we are wrong, please forgive us for ignorance."

"Ou Zinan, you are my idol since then, I am quite you!"

There are many people who have turned around, and several veteran fans who organized this revenge have not stopped it. An apology is a must, and it is a must.

Ge Mengshu's fans are mostly small girls and boys, very emotional. There are a few words that have been smashed, saying that the video can also be forged, and the angry eyes that are immediately projected around are too scared to look up.

The security guards and the police began to evacuate the crowd, and the concert opened in a vigorous manner, but ended in a very smashing manner.

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Sun Ximu stood in the shadow and focused on the youth under the spotlight. He is so embarrassing, eye-catching, and his hands and feet are full of unparalleled charm. He is the most mellow wine, the most powerful drug, no one can resist his deliberate temptation, and no one can escape his capture.

Sun Ximu knows that as long as he stands on the stage, he will succeed, but when he is really successful, he can't stand the blazing eyes of others betting on him.

He watched him step by step toward himself, and the blood began to boil. He wants to take him into his arms and kiss him, lock it in the room and invade it. He breaks into his body with the hardest part, madly entangled... The heart has been colic, bursting, and broken into powder. The legs are stubbornly stuck to the floor and cannot be moved.

He was so quiet that he couldn't think of any way to confide in this love, so he showed a confused expression.

Zhou Yunqi went to the man and asked, "What do you want to stay?"

Sun Ximu's throat is fretting and his voice is muted. "You performed very well, better than I thought. I am proud of you."

Zhou Yunxuan suddenly bullied, and stretched his arms to trap him in the corner of the wall. He said slowly and slowly, "I want to make sure that I can cooperate."

Sun Ximu's difficult swallowing of saliva, when the heart stopped the crazy rhythm, asked, "What?" So close, so he wants to kiss him.

But before he took action, the young man first hooked his neck, pulled his head down, and then contained his thinned lips.

The warm tip of the tongue stretches over and entangles with the tip of one's tongue. An indescribable incitement is transmitted from the depths of the heart to the soul. In addition to the fragrant flowers and the smoky fireworks, nothing can be tolerated. Sun Ximu's twilight is getting deeper and deeper, and the left hand is holding the back of the young man's head. He is not allowed to evacuate. The right hand is overbearing and tightens his waist and arms, and he can't let the two together.

The staff who wanted to congratulate the former people quickly spread out and pretended not to see anything. They thought in the same way: No wonder the boss is willing to pay a lot of money to Ou Zinan. It turned out to be this relationship. Climbing up such a high branch, Ou Zinan is not difficult to think of it, not to mention that he still has real material.